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Chapter 2
I could make out the vague light being radiated by the residents occupied by the members of the cirque du freak. I felt a sense of overwhelming excitement rushing through my veins. I reminisced on my new life, a life I had not quite bargained for. I wished to taste the sweet tang of mortality, to enjoy the childhood which was stolen from me. It was selfish of me to blame my own destruction at others, for I destroyed my happiness with my own mind.
I loathed my existence, the battle which never seemed to come to an end. I felt my hand turn into a fist unconsciously. I realized my visitor was studying me carefully, an expression of uncertainty fixed on her face, her cheek bones highlighted sharply by the sunlight escaping from the cirques.
"Happiness can only be found in few things," she uttered abruptly. "Mortals are the saddest creatures to walk the earth. We should be grateful," she continued, her eyes never daring to meet mine as though she was disgusted by my looks. I brushed that thought from my mind for it caused me grieve and pain.
"What is your business here then?" I asked anxiously. She half grinned, flashing her bright white teeth which seemed to glow in the night. "How would you like a partner?" she questioned me, her eyes teasing me, her lips curled into a daring motion. I could feel my face redden and I had to gaze at the floor to stop myself from resembling a tomato.
I never replied to her question but I guess she knew what I was thinking, she always seems to. In a world so doomed is there a hope? In a world that cries for trouble how many must stray for there to be satisfaction for the deceiver of mankind?
We continued walking, eventually reaching our desired destination. Suddenly Mr Tiny met us, I was almost sure that the man of misfortune had gone elsewhere to displease others but I was mistaken.
A look of bitterness and confusion swam on his face; I was baffled to see him showing such emotions. He turned away from us and whispered sourly beneath his breathe "Have a pleasant stay miss." I stared at my new 'partner' studying her expression and as usual there was nothing alarming about it but merely mysteriousness.
The familiar voice of Mr Crepsley greeted us, a beaming smile fixed on his long structured face. He focused all his attention on our new guest and I was enjoying it. They seemed to be speaking in riddles though. Speaking about the trouble they encountered and I found it astonishing to realise that she was a lot older than me, probably just slightly younger than Mr Crepsley.
Mr Crepsley escorted her to one of the tents, I tagged along without being given an invite and to be honest, I wasn't waiting for one. Her body swayed from side to side as she lingered behind Mr Crepsley, her sweet laughter echoing into the night.
We gathered by the tent and I spotted Evra. I was torn between listening to Mr Crepsley's conversation and catching up with my best friend Evra. Evra would always be here for me I told myself, so I pretended I didn't see Evra in order to join Mr Crepsley. As cold as it was, this was more important. I had to find out what the presence of this being was and why. Coincidence was a thing for mortals; her presence was something very important.