[short chapter today, sorry. I am feeling drained at the moment but had to get this chapter out for my few viewers who are reading this.]
[note to viewers: I thank you all for reading this even though you probably crave something better. I just want you to know that I see and acknowledged you all.]
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[Volke's POV]
"Volke! Volke! Wake up."
I opened my eyes and stared into the jade canopy of mangrove trees overhead. With each new breath I felt better than before. After a few moments I sat up, my body sore, but not wrecked.
"Thank the heavens."
Illia knelt next to me, smiling wide as she stroked my hair. I glanced around, groggy. Had I been sleeping? It was hard to tell. I was on a patch of dirt a few feet from the insect-infested waters of the mire. How had I gotten here?
"I was so worried," Illia said as she threw her arms around my neck and hugged me. "Lyell told me all about the white hart. I can't believe you're okay. He made it sound as though you were already dead."
"Where is Lyell?" I asked.
"I told him to go back to town. I thought… Well, I thought you would be in trouble so I told him to get Tyms and William."
She frowned.
"I'm sorry, Volke. I didn't want to tell them, but I figured they should know if you were in danger."
She then smiled and looked at me with that bright smile and said, "How strong was he?"
"was who?" I ask in confusion.
"You know! Micheal! Nicholin said he was really strong. Even stronger than a dragon and that he wasn't even an arcanist!"
I then think back to when those 2 voices were talking and that shock-wave after that new voice said 'red'.
"You asked if I was strong?"
The same voice from before speaks.
I quickly jump up and turn to where the sound originated from.
What I see is different from before.
A tall man, wearing a black trench coat with dark blue slacks, combat boots and a red tunic, with red eyes that look like a crimson night sky, and long black hair and a constant glare as if he's constantly looking down on you.
"I'm more then JUST strong, I am the strongest person you will see in your life."
His eyes then focus on me and he smiles.
"You, Volke, become my student and I will make you as strong as me. maybe even stronger."
Wait what?
This man, who killed that psychopathic white hart with ease. Wants ME as his student?
I could hardly believe my ears.
A man Nicholin said was stronger then a dragon?
"Are you sure? You want me?"
"Of course I want you. You have the potential to inherit at least half my power, along with your own personal power you have the talent for."
I look shocked for a moment, but that is quickly drains away into pure joy.
I'm going to inherit half his power? Half of the power of someone who claims to be the strongest person I will ever meet?
"what about me?" Illia asks in a hopeful voice.
The man, Micheal, looks at Illia with a cold and heartless expression and says coldly, "You only have talent for a few of my techniques. They are all movement Techniques sadly, so I can't teach you much. In order for me to teach you, Volke must become my student as well."
I look at Illia With a bright smile. We're both arcanists and now we have a mentor to guide us!
"So, Volke, what's your answer?"
Micheal asks as his gaze returns to me.
I say an answer that resonates with my very soul.
"Yes, I will gladly be your student."
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