The Sorcerer’s Apprentice

[Jack Darby]

Saint Walker was someone Warren wasn't in the most patient of moods for.  Having waited atop the mountain/floating island where the individuals were SUPPOSED to teach him magic for about 3 days now,   Warren was a bit miffed.   There was no more waiting.  He simply would not wait any longer because he had things he needed to do.  Learning this power meant that he could be prepared.  The Empire after all had to fall and that meant he needed more power than he currently had.  Of course this power was but one power he planned to obtain for himself.  Chances are there were many abilities he didn't have that were obtainable on the various worlds.  Each and every last one of those powers was one that Warren was going to claim and actually make his own in order to ensure his own survival.   Whatever lessons they were going to teach he would jump to like a fish out of water. 

Approaching the individuals,  Warren asked. 

"Where do I begin to learn magic?"