The building was one of the only structures around. The nearest civilization was a town of respectable size a few miles away, close enough to be easily accessible, but far away enough so as not to be bothered. The build could best be described as this: It was a huge shack with a sloped peak, the walls were rusted metal sheets and pipes, and on one side there was a huge glass window, which like the rest of the house had seen better says. Bolted onto the roof of the house was a lantern room from a lighthouse, though how that got that was it’s own story. The room seemed to sprout up from the roof, as if it had always been there. The occupant of the house would sometimes go up there and look at the town in the distance, or to just think. The inside of the house was best described as a mish-mash of everything that was the current occupant.
In the center of the floor there was a huge well, how deep it went the occupant didn’t know, all he knew was that it was always supplied with water, which was good enough for him. Underneath the window there was a huge garden, filled with enough vegetables to last a while. It was watered by a pipe that ran from the well above the plants, and then back down again. Whenever the garden needed watering, the man turned a wheel, and water rushed through the pipe, to land on the plants.
On one of the walls there was a rickety old ladder. This led to the second floor of the house, which had nothing much besides supplies, and a rope ladder which led to the lantern room. Near the ladder, in the corner, a hammock was hung up. This was the occupant’s bed, he had never asked for more, and he had never wanted any more.
A huge part of the building was the owner’s workshop, where he worked on the various machines and inventions he was always constructing. One in particular had captivated his interest now. It was a board, about seven feet long, with a sail and mast attacked to it. On the end of the board there was an engine, which was what the current occupant of the house was presently working on.
He tinkered with the engine, and hearing a satisfying roar, flicked a switch on it. The board immediately lifted off the ground. It floated about knee high in the air, and was held up by three magnetic coils. He felt the air crackle with the electric energy as he unlocked the door, and guided the board outside onto the desert floor. Locking the door he climbed onto the board and grabbing hold of the boom, he got himself into position. He could see the winds picking up, and adjusted his mask and goggles accordingly. Feeling a gust of wind coming, he used his foot to push himself off, and as the wind hit his sail, he started to glide across the sand. Picking up speed, he surfed up a dune, and reaching the top, he seemed to fly off of it. He flipped his board in the air, before landing on the sand. The rider continued these flips and tricks for a while, until had almost reached his destination, when something caught his eye. It was a huge white and red tent, and surrounding were a bunch of people. Surfing closer, he dismounted and took out his binoculars to have a closer look...
“Welcome to the Cirqua Das La Mystiqua!” These words were what hung on a huge white banner pitched above the tent. The banner had images of acrobats, jugglers, fire eaters, and sword swallowers all climbing on and hanging on the words, as if the words were their home. The tent was a huge cloth of red and white stripes, set up to form a dome. There was a bustle as workers rushed to set up for the show, and as cast members practiced their acts.
A man stepped up on a crate, attracting the attention of a growing crowd. He wore a red velvet shirt that was cuffed at his wrists, a pair of loose red and black striped pants, and a black and gold mask that covered most of his face. His long,wavy hair was arranged into various spikes, so that while some covered his face, the rest appeared to be like a bonfire. Flecked through is hair were strands of blond, which served to highlight his appearance.
“Ladies and Gentlemen, boy and girls of all ages.” He cried out to the assembled crowd, his commanding voice drawing everyone’s attention
“. let me introduce you to the world famous cirqua das la mystiqua! We have the bravest man to walk the earth, a fortune teller who was once an advisor to a king, and such other acts of magic and mysticism like you would never believe!” Each introduction was peppered with dramatic movements by the speaker, much to the amusement and amusement of the audience.
“Here we have Selira the fire eater, ladies and gentlemen, you have never seen such a site! She joins us from the far off tribes of Ahnvir, and her skills are unmatched!” He said this gesturing to the massive tent, and at his cue, a figure stepped up to the crowd. She had an almond colored face adorned with tattoos that shimmered in the night sky. Her eyes were the color of emeralds, and her hair was as red as the torches she held. She was dressed is a flowing skirt that matched her eyes in color, only it was mixed with yellows and blues, almost like a peacock’s tail. She wore a leather top that showed her stomach,which had tattoos similar to the ones that adorned her face. Her figure was lithe like a dancer’s, the only difference being the cloths wrapped around her hands, evidence of mistakes made with the fire. She held two torches, each about as long as her arm, one made out of twisted branches, and the other made out sleek dark wood. She held the one made of tangled wood close to her mouth, and blew out. A cone of fire shot into the night sky, illuminating the audience that had gathered around. Throwing that torch down onto the sand, she twirled the other torch around her in an increasingly complex pattern, so that the fire seemed to dance around her. She stopped suddenly, holding the torch in front of her so that it was eye level. She tilted her head back, and moved the torch as if she was going to swallow it. She lowered the torch into her mouth, and then closed her mouth around the flame. Throwing the torch on the ground, she exhaled, and out of her mouth came a stream of fire that turned into a phoenix, which soared above her before disappearing.
She bowed before the stunned audience, before she calmly picked up her torches and walked back inside the tent.