6 Chapter 6

"Your magic is awakening. It's in a state of disarray. You will need someone to teach you to use them. Control them. Tame then to your will. I am here to help since your grandfather asked me to. I will give you time but be fast or someone else might come for you and they won't be as friendly as me."

"Funny how I never heard anything about it," I said coldly, not bothering to hide the sarcasm.

I had always been this way. Distant and cold, with a poker face, no matter who I was talking to, except Grandpa Max of course and my stupid group of friends. I do not show any emotions on my face much, do not speak much until I get my point across.

Unfortunately, it does not seem to be working right now, at least not on the man sitting in front of me but I did manage to unsettle the rest of his men. What a waste really, I wasn't even speaking as coldly as I usually do and these guys are already shaking in their shoes. Unfortunately, the other party had just sullied their chances of gaining my trust.

"So, indirectly, you are telling us to fuck off, aren't you?" said the man with a smirk on his stupid face. I was a little taken aback by his language but regained control soon.

Suddenly, the mysterious man thrusts his wrist in my face obstructing my sight and pulled back his sleeve. And my face drained of the color. A chill ran through my body as I stared back at the all too familiar tattoo inked on his wrist. It was the same as my grandfather's…

An eight pointed star!!!

I slowly regained my composer but from the look on the man's face, I could tell that he was pleased with my reaction. All I could do was stare back with utmost suspicion.

"How- " I am unable to finish my sentence as the man cuts me off and starts talking again.

"Allow me to introduce myself. The name is Balciem Reigh and I am a high-level mage who is going to be your mentor. So, I would like it if you showed me some more respect as is expected from an apprentice. Also the eight-pointed star is a symbol of allegiance to the kingdom of Enderland." Said the man – Blaciem, who was sitting in front of me.

After he finished, all I could do was stare at him with a dumb founded look on my face. I tried to speak but nothing came out.

"A lot to take in, isn't it? Well, that's what I am here for. Tell me when you have sorted out your thoughts.", he said as he turned to address the other guys accompanying him.

"Lets leave this young man to have some alone time. Shall we?"

I watched from the corner of eye as he got up, straightened his vest and nonchalantly walked out the tattered door with the rest of the guys in tow.

I just sat there trying to process what I had just discovered. Nearly half an hour later, I got on my bike and drove home. Once home, I went to my room, threw open my walk-in closet, took out a black leather jacket, black-white sneakers and a pair of black skinny jeans and lastly a black, game of thrones bag. I stuffed a few clothes in the bag with some snack bars and nuts from the drawer.

Next, I reached for my phone and dialed the no. scribbled on the piece of paper in front of me. It took quick two rings and a cheerful voice came up on the other side.

"What can I-", I cut him off immediately not in a mood to hear his ranting and told him to meet me in front of my house in ten minutes. He hung up with a chuckle.

In the next ten minutes, I create two vanilla smoothies, a box of sandwiches with lots of cheese, and lettuce, and then I wait outside the porch. I leave the keys under a plant at the backside and make sure the letter I wrote is neatly kept with it, impossible to miss.

Five minutes later, I see a black Bugatti roll up in front of the porch and stop in front of me. The window of the passenger seat rolls down, I open the door and get in the car. Turning to face the driver of this luxury car, I say,

"You are late by two minutes."

His face forms into a dumbfounded look and suddenly burst into laughter. He then starts the car and speeds out of town.

Two hours of sitting on my butt and we end up at the doorstep of a two storey house with a lawn, and a shed. I stand near the car as my so-called MENTOR knocks on the door gently. Less than a minute later, the door opens to reveal a beautiful girl around my age. She had blonde hair and streaks of red running at the tips, with dark, mesmerizing black eyes that hold an unseen depth to them.

She wore jean shorts with a pair of Nike and a black hoodie. Simply defined. She was my type. Don't take it the wrong way, I am not usually impressed by girls at first sight but I could tell she was different. Beautiful yet mysterious. Warm yet cold. She was definitely a challenge.