The Opening Act is Death (The Carnival of The Damned)

36. Carnival Journal – Corvan

Thirty Six

Carnival Journal – Corvan

I swore she died. I remember the flames.

I remember dragging her body out, or maybe just the memory of it.

But Visha… she moved like her tonight. She bled like her, and when she looked at me I didn’t know who I saw.

Elena. Visha. The same eyes, the same fire.

But Visha is sharper. Louder. She dances like she wants to burn the whole world down, not just herself.

I tell myself it’s impossible, but impossible doesn’t survive here.

Only what The Carnival wants does.

So I wonder, what if The Carnival didn’t let Elena die?

What if it broke her and built something worse?