Once upon a time in a small town surrounded by hills and vast plains. There lived a magician circus called Barnabas, he was known near and far. His performance which seemed to defy the law of nature made him famous among clans. The fire circus was a spectacle of wonder for the people who lived at the time.
Barnabas was a tall fair man with a ponytail hairstyle. He was the mastermind behind the circus' most tangling act and his presence seems to ignite the very air around him. As the day begins to give way to night, the sun sets on a warm summer evening. The fire call circus came to life. The big top tent adorned with fluttering flags and gleaming golden trim, seemed to shimmer and glow in the fading light.
On the other side of the show were the drummers, setting the evening's atmosphere for a big show. Inside the tent were various performers who had traveled far and near for the occasion to grace it with their marvelous act. Among them was Luna who could swing from the rafters and fly through the air like a bird, Jaguar, the fire-breathing acrobat who could shoot flames from her mouth and Jax, the flame throwing juggler. But the true star of the show was the fire call itself. Barbabas would call out to the flame and they would answer, dancing and twirling around him.
As the night wore on, the show reached its climax. Barnabas, the fire call performer, took to the ring and acted more daring and death-defying than ever before as the crowd watched with their faces aglow with wonder. As he took his final bow, he smiled, his eyes still burning with the inner fire that had driven him to create the spectacular show. Watching the faces of the crowd who couldn't stop applauding and singing praises, he knew the fire call would travel on, bringing joy and wonder to towns and cities far and wide.