ᴡᴇʟᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄɪʀᴄᴜs! ||EddsWorld Au story||

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As everyone gathered around and whispers went among the crowd, suspicion? Impatience? Anything, you could never know what everyone was feeling, now could you? It was slightly light outside, not too cold yet not to warm, just right.. Well, that's a good Ol' sign ain't it? Suddenly, there was footsteps on the ground, from the back, coming to the small stage which stood above the others. They feel silent as they listened. Tip-tap, tip-tap,tip-tap, tip-tap.. A small cape went back as he walked in, everyone gasping and smiles plastered on their faces.

He walked up on stage. it was small, but it was still a platform. A stage. Everyone said so at least. Using his thumb, he flicked his hat off his face. "Welcome to the circus!!" He smiled, his brown hair waving in the wind. Everyone cheered and yelled, excited by his presence. Somehow, by one person, everyone was happy, the crowd slowly died down and he cleared his throat. "I am Edlad Goldoran, The Ringmaster!" He stretched his hands above him, a wide, friendly grin on his face, everyone cheered his name, like a chant. 'Edlad Goldoran, Edlad Goldoran' they repeated, he chuckled. "Now settle down!" He stated, a bit firmly but it wasn't heard, but everyone listen and suddenly fell silent. He jumped off the stage and did a arm movement, wanting to gesture

'Follow me' he was saying, no words though. Everyone followed him, talking in the crowd. 'I wonder what's new, I've heard this circus is good , oh! I can't wait for the freaks!!' Most of them mumbled to each other. Though Edd didn't mind, as he spread open the curtains. "Now, for our first act, I give you..." He moved his arm, pointing to darkness, then, lights suddenly flashed on, causing a small fright, but no one wasn't scared enough. That's a good sign.

A lion, it wasn't a normal one, it had it's soulless eyes, sucking out everyone's confidence, it's fur dark grey and it's main a much lighter grey. Everyone gasped at the sight, as the lion looked over and did a growl. "The lion trainer!!" Edlad smiled, scooting out so people could see and move in a bit, there was a cage around them so the lion wouldn't go at them. A sudden person, no, a man, walked out, into the cage, shutting it behind him, some people had gasps escape their lips as the rest had their eyes widen with hope and fear of the man.

His caramel hair spiked up, short, just barely even touching his neck, his pale skin stood out in the light, a shirt type, but it was looked like it was popping out a bit, sleeveless, his birch, dark, old pants reaching his feet, he was bare foot, wonder how he gets around on rocks. Or worse... He finally showed his eyes, silver as they may be, they still looked determined, fearless, trustworthy.

"Introducing, Toard Larsan!" Edlad shouted from the dark corner, where he was watching. Everyone cheered for the man, Toard Larsan, that name has been used to be one of the most risk taking lion trainer, sometimes making the lion tense or angry and managed to tame it. It was magnificent, but some people thought it was fraud. But, if you actually went to see, you'd re-think what you had said.

He had a small stick, no, a small looking wand, it wasn't a magic wand, he wasn't in the magician place. That was someone else, of course! He wouldn't be using magic! Would he? Oh, silly you, of course he wouldn't! He tapped in in front of him, the lion perked it's head up and growled, leaning it's head near the floor, not on the floor, just above the floor, it's teeth showed, growling. Everyone was silent, some were about to faint, their face as pale as a ghost, some were about to gasp, like they saw a lion jump at something, no, someone. The lion crept over to Toard, growling becoming louder. Everyone leaned off their seats, some about to fall down and hit their big chins, until...

"Ringa,Stay!" His accent was thick, like it was mixed with Russian and Norwegian. It was weird but also kinda interesting... Everyone jumped back in their seats,gasps escaping from the sudden voice. He smacked the floor with the small stick, ringa, the lion, stopped, he sat down, looking at Toard with it's glare. It could kill someone's self esteem
most likely.

Scary... Though, not to scary.. Good. Good. He suddenly put the stick up. "Up." He commanded, his voice firm. The lion did as told, it went up, balancing, everyone had gasps and whistles already. He did a couple more cam adds before finishing, everyone went wild, the crowd screams "well done, you are magical!" All sorts of compliments, as the ringleader, led them all to the next scene.