Time and patience- son of the sorcerers supreme.

The Zealot.

Brutal
Ego crush is so severe,
God, it's brutal out here.

———

I ran quickly to the door that I knew strange was outside of and opened it. He immediately fell onto the floor backwards.

"Thank you" he muttered. He pulled himself up. "You're the teenager from earlier."

"I am a master of the mystic arts, I am not a teenager. Come on." I walked in the direction of the living quarters. Mordo caught up with us.

"So, you really let him in?" He whispered.

"Yeah,"

"Yes what?" Stephen pushed between us. "Where are we going?"

"It's night and I am not going to give you a tour now, so I'm taking you to your room."

"My room?"

"Yes, doctor, you have a room" we got to it and I opened the door.

"Bathe, rest, meditate if you can" Mordo opened the window while Strange looked around, "The ancient one will send for you." Then he handed him the wifi password.

"What's this? My mantra?" Strange asked.

"The wifi password." Mordo looked at me strangely.

"We're not savages," I laughed before closing the doors. "Where does he think we are? Of course we have wifi" I scoffed. "Weirdo. Okay, I'm going to read about multiversal demons. I'll see you later." I walked in the direction of the library.

"Goodbye, Samuel." He calmly said. I hate being called Samuel, it's so formal.

"It's Sam!" I yelled, all I heard was him chuckling in response. "Uh, Mordo" I mumbled in annoyance.

———

Over the past few days of Strange getting used to living here, he hasn't been the most pleasant person. He hasn't had any lessons with my mother yet, he spends most of his time in the library reading where I normally am. Stephens mind has yet to open up and understand what all of this is and that is what is so annoying about him. He just sits there in disbelief all day, and he hasn't even seen the magic in action yet, not up close, maybe through a window or two though.

I know he could do great things but currently he is so  rude and arrogant and most of the time wish that I didn't have so much faith and let him in.

One night I was in the Master's only part of the library reading a book alone, when Wong lead strange inside. I didn't take to much notice of them  and kept reading.

"This section is for masters only, but at my discretion, others may use it. You should start with Maxim's Primer." Wong took a book out of its locking on the wall.

"Samuel? You're a master? You're a child?" Strange scoffed.

"It's Sam," I looked up at him, "And yes, I am a Master. This is what I have trained for and after a thousand or so years I have become one."

"Thousands?"

"How's your Sanskrit?" Wong picked up some more books.