Excusez-moi, are you lost?...
Non, ah, oui- very good
You are a traveller, non?
But of course you are!
I have a story for you-
Listen closely, ah? D'accord...
Many moons ago, there existed a small village on the border of France by the name of Blancheur. It was small, a quiet area- and the people lived humble lives, lacking in luxury but.. abundant in necessity. If you are familiar with the geographie of France, you may question the existence of this place- understandable. Not many people know about it because one night, every trace of human life in the area vanished completely. As if having disappeared into thin air. No possessions were lost, no bags packed... inexplainable, non?
Well, legend has it that the night this village dissappeared, a circus had paraded through the town and one lustful man tried to force himself upon a gypsy as the villagers lined the streets to watch the circus parade. She was said to have hurled him to the ground with out so much a touch of her hand, and was declared a witch. The villagers attempted to seize her and burn her at the stake...
...but that is where the recollection ends.
No-one knows eactly what happened next, but the people of Blancheur were gone forever
As you know, people talk, rumors spread and some say that the gypsy trapped the souls of the people in a bottle and crafted marionette dolls for each of them. Having done so she would extract each soul and trap them inside the showprop to line the shelves of her caravan. She is said to still travel with the circus, selling the puppets to unsuspecting children who become their master. As the children care for and play with their new toy, the souls within them become re-awakened, their last chance at redeption takes place. It is their duty to guide these children on the path of good and prevent them growing to become but another lost soul.
..It would be unfortunate if they became lost and crossed paths with this gypsy, or her decendants you see- apparemment, the bloodline of that same gypsy travels around the world, collecting impure souls.. and they always shall.
Haha, look at you!
Why so shaken, mon ami?!
It is only a story, non?
Oui, d'accord- so now that you have heard the tale, take this invitation as a gift from me to you.
Go on, take it-
visit us at Cirque des Ames
......sorry?
...what is that you say?
ahh, you speak french?
Tres bien, tres bien, oui-
it does mean Circus of the Souls...
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