Namara blinked, clearing her vision. She looked around, she was in a familiar tent. Familar music played loudly in the distance, the music from Namara's circus. She was wearing her black and blue trapeze outfit.
The flap of the tent was thrown open and Jess waltzed in, followed by Jay.
Jess smiled, her long blonde hair hanging down past her waist, the jewels on her costume sparling. Jay stood behind her, grinning from ear to ear, his big blue eyes wide.
"Welcome Home Namara," Jess laughed, catching Namara in a hug. Namara wrapped her arms around Jess, and Jay worked his way into the group hug.
Linking hands, Jess on one side, Jay on the other, Namara walked through the open tent flap. Toward the soft yellow light of the stage.
She was finally home.
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Night Flyer
FanfictionCircus Freak. Dancer. Ice Skater. Trapeze Artist. Runaway. Orphan. Outcast. Experiment. Monster. All of these words have been used to describe Namara Ackermann. All of them fit. Taken from the Circus where she grew up, 19 year old Namar...
