Note: I do not own the Cirque Du Freak or any of the characters except for the Skies.

This is my first Cirque fic, and I ask that you take that into consideration, and the fact that I have only gotten to book ten (as in, finished book nine, haven't read book ten) Also, I brought CERTAIN characters back from the dead, and if you don't like it, you can deal with it.

Many thanks to Cookiemonster328 and Wolfgal97

Prologue

Not long before humans, a creature who named himself Desmond Tiny appeared from the shadows. Taking the form of the things that would rule the earth in less thean a millina, he befan to invent. Des Tiny's inventions were unlike any others though. He created from things that already existed-living things.

Tiny experimented on monkey's first, enticing them to grow wings and fly, teaching them to talk, those sort of things. Then he moved on to lizards, and lions, getting little from them as well.

Finally, though, the first man walked the earth, and Tiny studied the new creature with intensity. He waited many years before he experimented on them. Once he did, though, he created some of the best creatures to ever walk the Earth. The wolfman, vampires, vampaneze (well, watched them evolve from vampires, that is.

All together, he created twelve different species. One he revered above all the others- the Elle's, as he called it.. This species had only one individual- Tiny had convinced himself that he would never be able to create something as beautiful ever again. The creature had the looks of the most beautiful woman one had ever laid eyes on, with a natural, pure glow. She had long, flowing dark hair that seemed to move as if in a breeze, even if there was none. Her stunning grey eyes were steely but cool at the same time. Her soft cheekbones accented her sharp features, the yin to their yang. Her proportions where perfect, not to slim here, not to fat there. She had lived as long as Desmond, and still lives today, though now she is far different then she had been. She also looked similar to her cousins, the vampires, with fair skin and the ability to flit, along with other things. Her name was Reverie, though she often went by other names. She preferred the last names of Allen, Faust, or Poe.

Her only flaw was that she had never loved, and doubted she ever would, as she was kept away from the world by Desmond, who shielded her from it's many bitterness, only showing her certain things that would make her think that she was seeing everything, like the War of Scars, on a little glass pendant that she kept with her at all times, which was enchanted. He never knew that she would ever be unhappy. She could never tell anyone of her true identity, that she wasn't human, nor vampire, vampaneze, or witch, that she was a Elle, the only of her kind.

I am Reverie.