Sorry for not updating for such a long time or so but I was in a car accident and broke my legs.
If you really believed the above paragraph, I must be a better liar than I thought! :p
The truth is that my mom returned from a month-long trip and enforced an adverse lifestyle upon me and now I only have time to write fanfics only about one hour per week. Because of this, I no longer was the happy and cheerful soul and am reduced to a mere "dork" who studies all the time. Fortunately, I hold no love for the "dork" side and am back here again! :)
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Finally, the circus!
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Liebe Mutter (Dear Mother)
Chapter 8- Die Circus
Yawning slightly, Kurt opened weary eyes and surveyed the scene in front of him. He was lying on a bedroll inside a rather small but cosy room. His sensitive ear could hear men picking and moving heavy things on the outside. Sounds of animals filtered through the wooden walls once in a while. Where was he? The last thing he remembered was that his father had been killed when he, Kurt was about to be burned at the stake. Kurt again sought solace in the cross usually around his neck but it not there. The priest had taken it sometime back. After he and Mama had run away, Mama had put him in a cart and they had galloped away. He still had a few nightmares and had woken up abruptly during the night but all that happened was in his memory no longer.
So where was he? Papa had said something about Mama's sister performing in the next town just before he died. Bless Papa. Kurt offered a quick prayer and peeped outside. There were many men and women working outside. Some were feeding some chickens, one was putting on a rather colorful costume. Others were busy setting up very large tent where a horse was being led to.
Of course! Mama had often told him about her gypsy origins. Her sister, Helga, was a palm-reader by profession. The traveling circus moved all round Europe and was quite famous owing to the very talented and skilled performers. They were all gypsies at least by origin and very protective people. They took care of one another and so on.
Kurt quickly got back inside as he heard voices approaching.
"Margali, I think you should be the first person he sees when he wakes up. I think it will be better that way. He might panic if he met me, a stranger even though I am his aunt," the first voice stated.
Mama was here too! Kurt jumped out of the room and hugged his surprised mother. Meanwhile, Helga who first instinctively reached her neck for her cross, calmed down and smiled. She was not married and the sight of a mother & child always touched her heart.
Breaking out of the tight embrace, Margali said, "Are you okay Kurt? Your wounds were quite bad you know." She pointed to the white bandage around his torso.
Lightly patting the said region, Kurt proclaimed, " No, it doesn't hurt anymore." Looking to the woman accompanying his mother, he said, "So you are my aunt?"
"Yes, Kurt, this is Helga, your aunt."
"It is good to meet you Kurt. I trust you're feeling better today?" the strange woman asked.
Smiling, Kurt replied, "Yes, thank you. So do you work in the circus?"
Helga also smiled and pulled him with her, telling her sister that she would take Kurt on a tour of the circus.
"Yes, I've been a palm-reader for quite some time now. This circus," she said pointing to the large banners hung at the top of some tents, "is known far and wide as the 'Traveling Circus'. We are simple people so there is no fancy name. 'We' means all the performers most Gypsies. There are about a hundred of us. I'll introduce you to some of them."
Kurt stopped and said, "But what about, well me?"
"Oh you mean your appearance? Not to matter, most of them already saw you last night. And we all know about you."
"But how?"
"Margali used to write to me about you. And I have good friends here who also knew Margali. These are circus people you're talking about Kurt; we've seen most of the world and all kinds of strange things. Sure some people may not like you, but the majority will accept you as one of them."
"Oh." was all Kurt could say as his mind began to buzz with excitement. Here was a place where he could walk free. Here were people who would not shy away from his sight. This was too good to be true. But, but his father was dead. Eric was dead and it was all his fault!
Papa...
I wish we had left earlier then maybe you, Mama and me could be together.
Seeing the pained expression her nephew's face, Helga offered his shoulder a comforting squeeze. When he looked up, there were tears in his yellow eyes. Wiping away them away with her handkerchief, Helga told him not to be sad. He should be happy, instead because he was alive and his mother was alive. His father had died so that he could get away. Should he now just sit here and waste away or put his chin up and live his life?
No Papa wouldn't have wanted that, Kurt reminded himself.
God had found him a place where he would be safe, for the time being at least.
Kurt made a decision there. He had a chance at life all again and what better place than the circus?
Seeing a smile slowly grow out of his mouth, Helga too smiled and hugged the boy.
Others curious about the blue and furry person came closer to see what it actually was.
Kurt looked up to see a welcoming smile on all of their faces.
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AN-
Once again, beware of the "DORK" side!
The sequel might be written but only updated about once a week
Will be able to say by the next chp.
RnR if you... just RnR!!!
-24th October, '03