Unusual World 50 Not Seeking Strength

When Desmond walked into the bookstore for the second time he wasn't expecting much to happen just a quick purchase and a quiet walk back to his home. Only for him to get the shock of his life when Desmond laid eyes on the strange man completely covered head to toe in a long dark coat. The man had a presence that struck fear into the weak willed as he exhaled plumes of smoke that coiled around him and spread across the floor.

When the strange man turned to face Desmond he felt his heart skip a beat as all around him the cl.u.s.tered walls filled with books started to cave in. Try as he might Desmond found standing difficult as the wooden floor rotted away and snapped beneath his feet making him fall into the deep dark below.

In an effort to stop what was happening to him Desmond used everything he had. He knew it was an illusion he had been stuck in one before this one was just more sinister. He tried to look past everything with his soul to overcome the illusion to no avail. By using his magic Desmond fused it with his threads to make them stronger than he extended his threads every were to feel the world around him.

His success in finding the floor brought a wide smile to his face as he regained his balance and took a single step forward which brought him back to the real world. Desmond was breathing hard after being thrown into a sudden illusion he was even sweating a bit. The strange man stood there a bit staring at Desmond and so was Ragnar.

Both of them were surprised Desmond was able to free himself from what he was under let alone so quickly. The strange man looked at Desmond for a bit before shooting out puffs of smoke out of the darkness where his face should be.

"Interesting you were able to overcome the illusion you placed yourself under and so quickly to it looks like you got some skills. From the look of things your just a beginner Apprentice level and you advanced not long ago, didn't you? You have quite a strong spirit for someone at that level and your control is quite excellent.

Don't get me wrong though you control is good, but only at an apprentice level. You're probably in your 70s with such a strong spirit and only trying to become a mage now meaning your spirit strength was inadequate before. To increase the strength of your spirit is tough especially with most likely no help so tell me young one how did you do it?".

Desmond was at a loss for words he was completely a.n.a.lyzed in less than a minute by a strange man that gives off nothing, but warning signs making him unsure of what he should say or do.

Ragnar knowing what would probably happen if his friend takes to much of an interest in Desmond decided to step in "That's enough you have no reason to pry into his life you're just trying to start something again hurry up and leave already"

The strange man only turned towards Ragnar for a brief moment to let out a puff of smoke than he turned back facing Desmond. "I'm only making friendly conversation with this man that's all isn't that right new friend".

Desmond was kind of afraid of the strange man so he reluctantly agreed "that's right just a normal friendly conversation since we're having a friendly discussion can you tell me what you did to me?". Desmond was amazed by how big his b.a.l.l.s have gotten recently the man in front of him was clearly dangerous yet for some reason he still asked him a question instead of keeping his distance. He was yelling at himself in frustration those souls didn't only make him less have empathy and emotional control, but they messed with his sense of reasoning as well.

The strange man blew out puffs of smoke as he chuckled "I did absolutely nothing to you everything that happened was the result of what you did to yourself. Don't ever fool yourself into believing that someone as weak as you can lay your eyes on the strong and come out unscathed. If I wasn't suppressing myself to the maximum do you really think you could have broken out of the Illusion you placed yourself under let alone still be alive? So I guess you could say I saved your life, now tell me how will you repay me for saving your life?".

Once again Desmond didn't know how to answer the strange man in front of him he had only wanted to buy a few things with the sack filled with magic Crystals he had on him. Nervous Desmond answered anyway "I do not know how I should repay you".

The strange man stood in place not moving an inch as he considered Desmond's answer "you don't know then tell me what do you know?"
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"I don't know what you mean by that" Desmond answered a little fl.u.s.tered.

After breathing out a big puff of smoke the strange man spoke again "I want to know what your sure of you must be sure of something? why did you step on the path of a mage if you were not sure of something or hoped for something better? Did you do it for money, power, woman, men, family, friend what is the reason what are you sure of?".

Understanding what the strange man wanted to know Desmond answered "I did it for love"

"So for the love of a woman than or your family"

"No, I sought out magic not to gain riches, power, or anything else like being surrounded by a group of beautiful women. I love magic, it was love, at first sight, I love it for what it is a doorway into the depths of someone's imagination and the unknown"

"So it is a selfish desire and agreed for knowledge that leads you to become a mage"

Desmond didn't falter when admitting his dream to learn magic nor will he regret it " yes, what I pursue is a selfish desire, but it is one I walk with pride".

The strange man looked at Desmond with a cold stare scrutinizing every detail about him till he spoke "all right then I will help you with your dream who among us is without sin anyway I know I'm not so I will let you ask one request of me"

Desmond was shocked by what he heard especially Ragnar who had let the conversation go on because he didn't think his friend would mess with someone who was only at a beginner apprentice level of strength. Him offering any kind of help is no good to everyone involved he knew he had to stop what was happening immediately.