One would think that after a century of this that I'd know what it was I was doing and the forces that drive these abilities that I was given. But to be brutally honest I'm still as clueless today as I was fifty years ago, I just follow my instincts and more often than not they lead me in the right direction.
Something (or someone) has been guiding me towards New Orleans for a while, telling me there were people here that needed me. Whether it was God or some other kind of supernatural being at force I found that the longer I tried to ignore it, the stronger the draw until it interrupted my day to day life. So I did what I was told and made my way to The Big Easy. In amongst the sights, sounds and smells of this beautiful city I found the source that had drawn me this far south.
An old style carnival called Zion Mystique, it reminded me of those that were around when I was 'young' and it was filled with people from all kinds of backgrounds. What was more surprising was that a large percentage of the performers here possessed abilities that while the layman might think of as some kind of trick I knew that they were special and not regular humans, even a lot of those who just do the menial jobs are the same. It's just an instinct I seem to have that tells me not only people who need my help but also when others are not as they appear.
And the reason why they remind me of the old carnivals? I've discovered it's because they are actually from 1920 and by some magical mistake they ended up a century in the future. There’s rumors going around (if you listen to the right whispers) that they’ve found a way to get back ‘home’ and will be leaving soon. Something tells me to stay, to help guide them through the tough times ahead.