Cirque du Ciel
A tale from the age of steam and new inventions. A Circus troupe that had a connection with the Other Side. A "banished" seventh son and the flame dancer who had forgotten their pasts. All wrapped up in a dark plot from aeons ago. Will they reach the other side of the hill? Or will they fall into the bottomless void? Updates: At least 1 Ch/Week for now
The Song of Creation, Verse One
Ahura Mazda the Creator of all that is good, created the four guardians in seven days; two days were used to create The Primordial, the first of the firsts. Two days were used to create The Oblivion, the end of all. Two days were used to create The Ascendant, the one pushing infinity. The last day was used to create The One, the ruler of all.
They sang in boundless harmony, the notes of creation rang throughout eternity. And on the forty-ninth day; laws, rules, and reality, manifested.
From their melody, beautiful in all of its forms, the earth rumbles, the fire rages, the wind purifies, and the water soothes. The four elements combined, infinite in their combinations, for each has its own place, and each has its own purpose.
Thus, the world, which He named Aria, rose from the infinite union of the elements. It was grand and great. Magnificent in its size and width. And the four guardians, He tasked, to manage it. To let it grow strong and free. Appeased by His creation, He slept, never to be awoken.