As the performance ended the ringmaster bowed down slightly with his arms outstretched taking in all the cheers and applause from the crowd. He loved the atmosphere of being on stage, it let him easily thrive in this human society and of course use his abilities or what humans called ‘magic’.

They were all too clueless to the fact that he wasn’t using cheep trickery like the other circuses that were popping up. He would know, he was fae after all. Thing was he had taken humans who offend him and transform them into strange creatures to work for his own profit and to be his servants. But through the illusions people only saw humans preforming, not the living puppets he possessed.

Looking out into the now leaving crowd with a practiced smile he saw a human that made him freeze. He saw a child in the crowd, same white hair as his. He had a one night stand half a century back and when she found out he was a fae she left while carrying his child. He was devastated for a decade. Fae children grew up slower than human children. A year equaled 10 human years meaning his child would be 5; exactly like the child walking off now. He swiftly rushed after them.

It was 1782 and your lord had fired you a few months ago due to his suspensions that you were a witch. It wasn’t your fault, you just didn’t grow quickly. You didn’t know why. You wore a dark brown dress with a stained apron. You had lost some weight but with no family you had no choice but to prevail. You only came here tonight because you found a lost ticket abandonment on the street. As you walked off someone grabbed your small wrist.