;; Iām realizing I should probably explain a bit about the Cirque du Lune. Itās not an ordinary circus, and is actually enchanted. So, basically, how the story goes is this.
Centuries ago, the freaks and misfits, and mythical creatures of the world were persecuted and abused, chained and shamed.. Just because they existed. If they had physical oddities, or didnāt quite fit in, they were shunned and outcast, some were even killed. Some turned to crime to survive, others simply gave up.. But then, a strange young man appeared and offered a sanctuary to all those who were different, to the outcasts and runaways.
With gleamingly enchanting silver eyes, beautiful words, and a smile hiding sharp fangs, the young man spoke softly and sweetly to them, welcoming them into his home, and protecting them from the cruel world beyond his doors. However, when the townsfolk discovered this stranger sheltering theĀ āfreaksā, they lashed out at him, and it wasnāt long before he was dragged into the streets, persecuted just the same as those heād given a home to.. For he was the same as them, he was different.. A mysterious creature yet unknown, and his punishment grew worse..
Even as he still stood proud, and defied their hatred, they still beat him down again and again, and finally, one day became the worst of all.. Finally pushed to his limits, he snapped and fought back against the abuse, wielding powerful magic in his own defense. And.. it worked. For a moment.. It pushed the townspeople back, made them fear him, but.. Then it recoiled back upon him, and began to tear the young man apart, as heād wanted to do to the townsfolk in his anger..
He mightāve lost his life that day, if not for the ringmaster of the small circus that had been visiting the town. A man, that stopped the magic at the cost of his own life.. And the young man, though spared, had been badly injured.. All flesh stripped away from his right arm, leaving it nothing more than bare bones, useless and hanging limp.. Except for a faint twitching, as thin tendrils of magic still coiled around the bones.
That young man was called Jasper, and to honor the man that saved his life, he took over running the circus, maintaining and caring for it, and it became the home of all those heād sheltered as well, as he cast one more spell upon the tents.. A spell to hide it from the cruelty of the world, to protect them..
Now, only those with kindness in their hearts can enter the Cirque du Lune, but the other rule is this.. The Cirque du Lune only appears at night, beneath the light of the moon. If there is no moon, it will not be seen, and in the daylight, it appears to be entirely gone. If you mean to find Jasperās circus, look for it deep in the woods, when the moon shines bright overhead, and be kind to those different from yourself, for no cruelty can enter here.
It has been there for centuries, still guarded by the same ringmaster, even if its performers change with the generations.. Jasper will always protect those who need him, and he will always watch over his circus.
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