The final evening of the Cirque's stay in Saint Francisville, everything happens as normal. The circus lights up at nightfall, but the gates are closed to the public; no guests are allowed entrance. This night is for the circus employees.
There is a feast, as there is always a feast. The employees are free to ride the rides, enjoy the attractions, or seek their own entertainment for the evening.
By the time midnight has come, all those staying with the circus have returned to the grounds. The lights have been shut off; everything is quiet.
As usual, the magic of the Coven, the Fae, and the Ringmaster begins to gather. It permeates the grounds, growing in power as it blends. There is the feeling of pressure, of power swelling, rising to a peak...
And then there is nothing.
The Cirque stays just as it was, just
where it was. The witches of the Coven, the Fae who lend their power to the Cirque, and the Ringmaster all feel a ripple, a sort of
snap, and then a painful backlash as their magic is thrown back at them.
For the first time in the memory of any employee, Le Cirque Nocturne does not move on.
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