Prologue: The Dark Figure
"Abduco!" the boy called, imitating what the man three feet away from him had done; nothing happened. The dark figure laughed humorlessly.
"Of course not." The figure chuckled. "You've truly has never done this before. You don't just automatically get your powers!" The boy, who had dark brown hair, bright blue eyes, and a grim expression playing upon his face, sighed.
"What do I do to get them? Do I have to get a wand?" Aaron picked up a stick off of the forest grounds, and waved it around, looking much like a person that had earned the title 'lunatic.'
The dark figure laughed merrily; an echoing, distant, throaty laugh. The man's dark figure, a cloak covering his head and body, stood in the shadows, flashes of lights dancing around him. "You believe your human tricks will actually work?"
"Earn isn't a word I'm familiar with." Aaron snorted. "Anyways, do you know who I am?"
"Do you know who I am? You never will, unless you learn the key to summoning your powers!" The hooded man once again laughed, and the ground shook; Aaron grabbed onto a near-by tree to make sure he didn't fall.
"Well, how do I do it, then? Become a wizard, I mean?" Aaron said.
"Your childish games wont work," the dark figure said sternly. "You must learn to be brave and find courage if you want to become a wizard. You must quit being so spoiled. You need to be ready for the hard, cold journey, where often times you'll find yourself alone." The dark figures words lingered in the air, and the figure disappeared into the wind. The grass where he had been standing quickly rotted away, leaving a circle of dirt in the midst of the green grass.
"What the heck does that mean?"
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