16 The Path Forward Part 2 (2/2)

Little Soul could not let such a great man leave without asking one question to him.

Seeing this he quickly stopped bowing and took off in full sprint as fast as an Olympic runner toward that magi now dragging two people on in his hands.

He shoved the people in front of him out of his way. Ran past the still-burning building and prostrated himself on the ground behind the magi as he was walking away down the road dragging those two people.

Shouting loudly ” oh great magus I wish to gaze into the abyss of magic please tell me what must I do?”. These words were said as tears streamed down his wrinkled cheeks.

Stopping and turning around what he heard the old man the Magi was silent for a good moment starring at the old man looking at him directly in the eyes before he spoke.

”What is your name?”

”My name well it's ugh ...” Little Soul was at a loss for words when it hit him. ”The names Desmond Gillies sir”

”Well than Desmond let me tell you that the path of magic is a long and difficult one where you can experience death or Madness at any moment it is not for the faint of heart and it may not be something you could handle”. This was said without a lick of emotion in his tone.

But, he did not care what it was had to face if magic was not made for him then he will make it work for him.

Selling his soul to a devil becoming a hideous fiend of twisted proportions was all worth it to him because this was magic he was talking about he would gladly die to obtain it. To experience what superheroes and villains did in all those TV shows he watched, and books he read.

Now that he has a chance of making it real he'll never stop pursuing it. That's why he listened intently to every word the man who's walking the same path he will be pursuing the future.

”But, while there is little hope are you becoming a mage it is not entirely impossible. I Have seen many strange things in my LIfe so the probable of you because a mage is still there even despite your condition”. The Magi said no more as he walked off a little further down the street. He did not even turn around as the old man slammed his head hard into the ground thanking him for his words of wisdom before bursting in a loud flash of thunder.

The old man was still prostrating himself until the great magi left. When he stood up he had some scraps on his forehead from slamming and his head into the pavement. ”What did he mean by my condition?”

The people on the sidelines we're discussing to each other about the weird old man who actually dared runup to magi and Live.

From the crowd, the lanky man who he had been discussing with previously started shouting at him from the crowd.

”What the hell do you have have a death wish old man” he shouted with obvious fluster.

He looked over in confusion at that statement ”death wish?”.