„Welcome! Welcome dear people! Come in and discover your deepest fear. See your worst nightmare come to life. Visit the Cirque du Freak where nothing is far from your scariest imagination."

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Stefan de Peur sat in his trailer, counting the gold and silver coins outspread on the wooden table in front of him. Revenues of yesterdays shows. A knock brought him out of his concentration.

„Come in!", he barked, running a hand through his slicked-back, dark brown hair. His forehead furrowed in concern.

„You wanted to see me?", Diaval, a young boy in his fifteenth summer stuck his head through the open door. The boy worked for him since his eighth summer, sold to Stefan and abandoned by his parents. He liked Diaval, he was a tough worker for his young age and he was good with the creatures and attractions of Stefan's freak show.

„Yes, take a seat.", Stefan motioned to the empty seat opposite of him. When the boy sat, he pointed to the pile of coins between them. „This is all we collected from the visitors yesterday."

„Looks alright to me.", Diaval shrugged his shoulders.

„This is not alright. With that we can't even afford our own food. Never mind the garbage we give to the freaks! We need something new, something that will attract people throughout the whole kingdom!"

Stefan massaged his temples with his fingers. A headache was something he didn't want to deal with. Headaches made him angry. And he couldn't afford to hurt one of his attractions because of his anger. It had happened before, but with no money for some medical supplies he had to keep his temper under control. Though he was convinced those freaks deserved their punishment.

„We are near the Moors. Rumors are fairys and other abominations live there. Take Henry with you and catch something that will save this goddamn show!"