February 1   Tom left the cottage trying to escape those horde of hoodlums bound crn getting him apprehended however, he could only take a few lonely steps before;   Thud   Came the sound of a body falling at his feet. This gave him the scare of his life as there was no how he had expected to see them catching up to him so soon. Just as he was resigning himself to his fate, he bent down to look at the body that has fallen on his legs and discovered to his consternation, that it was dead. He never expected to see a dead body falling on him so he immediately surveyed his

"What the…" Tom was stupefied.    His head felt blank and his eyes just stared at the space ahead, painfully unaware to the planet he's orbiting or orbiting with. Either way.   "Tom Sal…" as the old man likes to call him.    "Yes? " he snapped out of it.    "That's pretty quite a fuss you made here. "   "And should I clean it up?" he brushed past the old man only that he didn't pass.    The old man was standing there just a few inches clear of him but he couldn't pass. And his arm was not holding him, nor anything he could see with his physical eyes which were now bulging to the

Magic is like light made of butter. It can move in waves and can phase like radiations. At times, you can feel it's breeze and it's gentle caress but most of the times, it will just flow through you and from you. You don't control magic, magic controls you. It is fleeting, boundless and powerful yet puny. You can only pray that your resource does not deplete at any time. " "I don't understand sir, what do you mean by resource? Does it mean that magic is limited in quantity or what? Because, you just said that magic is boundless and could not be grasped with in physical measures."

"Fghdknkhasknskhds, adghfghdgqddqwdg." He muttered incoherently as he fought against insanity from the sheer information cum experience overload. "Hmm the old man waved his hand and Tom found himself in a totally new place and environment where he will sober up. Sitting on a tree stump on a very clear and dry day, Tom woke up to the supple rays of the cooing sunlight, "Hmm hmm" he murmured as he acquiesced to its caress. What do you want?" he even asked as his eyes shot up immediately to the folly of his actions and to reality. Where am 1P" he stood up statled, forgetting every bit about the wonderful day he woke up to.Looking around him for some time, he traced the clues in his environment to the left to find their hut which left his

"Magic is like light made of butter. It can move in waves and can phase like radiations. At times, you can feel it's breeze and it's gentle caress but most of the times, it will just flow through you and from you. You don't control magic, magic controls you. It is fleeting, boundless and powerful yet puny. You can only pray that your resource does not deplete at any time. " "I don't understand sir, what do you mean by resource? Does it mean that magic is limited in quantity or what? Because, you just said that magic is boundless and could not be grasped with in physical measures." "Indeed" "Then why.. " "You can never finish learning magic. Magic is formless so it can take up any form. Can you give a definite number