Sunlight slowly filled the air as morning dawned in the cloudless, deep blue Colorado sky. And with the sun, and his alarm clock, rose Daniel Saddler, groaning as he rubbed his eyes from the late night that he had had just before. Still, he had a job to do and it needed to be done, though he did have a bit. From the bed with quickly smoothed sheets, he skipped a shower, instead patting his face down with a wet towel and looking himself over in the mirror. He wasn't that bad, he admitted, sharp lines and stubble at just the right length to not need shaving. A comb ran through black hair before he put on a tuxedo, grumbling at the bow tie. He was tall, not gaunt, but thin, and he did say he cut a striking figure in a suit with green eyes and a bright grin.
A quick breakfast later, and he emerged from the small trailer that currently made up his home, into the grounds of the traveling circus he currently accompanied. Others were getting up as well, preparing for the day ahead, and he nodded, smiled, and said hello to each in turn as they crossed his path. Admittedly, they didn't know who he was, courtesy of the fake id, the latest in a series of several, that said his name was 'Gabriel Winchester'.
He stopped in front of his tent to erect the sign that proclaimed his name, and stepped inside to prepare. He chuckled at the irony of it all, of an actual mage doing magic tricks. It was why he was here after all. A few months ago he had begun to manifest these strange abilities, first subconsciously but eventually learning to control it, unbelievable things that certainly helped him escape when the black sedans and men in black suits showed up outside his home in Michigan. Eventually he'd found his way to the circus and now traveled with them.
It was a quick tidying up before he settled in, the sun climbing as the circus at the edge of town was opened up to all, to see and behold, and he waited for his first show time, wondering what the day would hold.
A quick breakfast later, and he emerged from the small trailer that currently made up his home, into the grounds of the traveling circus he currently accompanied. Others were getting up as well, preparing for the day ahead, and he nodded, smiled, and said hello to each in turn as they crossed his path. Admittedly, they didn't know who he was, courtesy of the fake id, the latest in a series of several, that said his name was 'Gabriel Winchester'.
He stopped in front of his tent to erect the sign that proclaimed his name, and stepped inside to prepare. He chuckled at the irony of it all, of an actual mage doing magic tricks. It was why he was here after all. A few months ago he had begun to manifest these strange abilities, first subconsciously but eventually learning to control it, unbelievable things that certainly helped him escape when the black sedans and men in black suits showed up outside his home in Michigan. Eventually he'd found his way to the circus and now traveled with them.
It was a quick tidying up before he settled in, the sun climbing as the circus at the edge of town was opened up to all, to see and behold, and he waited for his first show time, wondering what the day would hold.