The Heir of the Salvonaf Legacy

Chapter 2: Practicing in the Middle of the Night

Chapter 2: Practicing in the Middle of the Night

I looked around making sure no one was awake and snuck out of my Caravan. Since we aren't part of a moving Circus all of the practice stuff is kept up within the buildings. For some reason every move I have seen performed seemed like something I had done. I think the Circus is the key to my past.

Walking into the training room I listened carefully to make sure no one was about. Then I began to work out bending my body into shapes contortionists use, to limber up my body for the flying trapeze. Then I climbed up the rigging carefully and used the noodle to catch the swing.

I grabbed on and went flying and flashes of me doing moves came back to me. I began to move about in ways my body never forgot I switched between the different swings hanging upside down from my feet, launching myself through the air well twisting and turning performing somersaults in the air. I felt like I was home. Not once did I fall onto the safety net. I never messed up, I was born to be a Circus performer.

Everything was going fine, but then the pain from my burns started to act up I held in a scream and fell onto the net my body convulsing in pain. Images of a fire passed through my eyes and the pain began unbearable.

"Ky you have to breathe," Grandpa Alistair told me.

"Grandpa how are you here I thought that you weren't suppose to materialize where humans could see you?" I gasped the question out through my pain.

"Ky the pain will pass. You need to remember sweetheart, and you can't give up hope of performing again. If anyone can do it you can. Your body just isn't used to it yet, your only feeling phantom pain because of what you suffered in the past. You won't remember until you can conquer your fear," he told me stroking my hair.

"But Grandpa...."

"No buts Ky. You are blessed by the spirits they want you to become a famous Circus performer. Which is why they sent me back to you," he told me gently.

Yes my grandfather is actually a ghost or spirit whichever one you wish to believe. Apparently he had been sent here through the Spirit of the Stage who wished for me to become the best trapeze artist in the world, but I had a lot to over come. So my great great great grandfather was sent back to this world to try and talk me into returning to the stage.

The only problem is that I have amnesia. I have burn scars all over me, and I feel phantom pain from the fire I had been in. Every time I see it in my dreams I can see a little boy there. He is screaming a name, and then a firefighter carries him off. He fights him, but it's no use they never find me.

Then the Spirits intervened it wasn't my time to die, so they saved my life.

"Who's in here?" someone shouted shocking me out of my thoughts.

I ran as quickly as I could back to my caravan. The man never seeing me leave and I could still see him searching. That's the thing about me since I had been on the verge of death, and almost crossed over I could make myself blend into my surroundings. I was like a chameleon in that aspect.

I snuck into the Caravan as quiet as a mouse. Then I went to sleep.

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"Ky wake up you have costumes to mend and make before the show," Lia shouted shaking me awake.

"Lia," I groaned but got up anyway.

I followed Lia to the main part of Ervanaie Stage. The boss would probably want to talk to me about the sort of costumes he wanted. I had only been here for a week after all.