Time and patience- son of the sorcerers supreme.

Mister Doctor.

Bad blood
Still got scars on my back from your knife,
So, don't think it's in the past,
These kinds of wounds they last and they last.

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"Oh my" Strange said. A green spell was around his arm, he went back and forth with an apple, going from its full form to rotting.

"What the hell are you doing?" I ran over.

"Wait," he put the apple to the side and pushed tue book forward, not even glancing at me. He slowly turned his hand, creating the ripped out pages from the book. The ones Kaecillius took.

"The pages?"

"Dormammu. The dark dimension. Eternal life?"

"What?" I went to walk forward but I stopped when glass shards began to form behind me.

"What the..."

"Stop!" Mordo yelled. "Tampering with the continuum probabilities is forbidden."

"I was just doing exactly what it said in the book." Strange responded.

"What did the book say about the dangers of performing that ritual?" Wong asked.

"I don't know. I hadn't gotten to that part yet."

"You hadn't?!" I exclaimed. What the hell? Why would he not real all of it first? I thought he's meant to be smart?

"Temporal manipulations can create branches in time. Unstable dimensional openings. Spatial paradoxes! Time loops! You wanna get stuck reliving the same moment over and over forever or never have existed at all?" Mordo went on.

"Really should put the warnings before the spell."

"Your curiosity could have gotten you killed, and Samuel."

"Sam." I corrected.

"You went manipulating the space-time continuum you were breaking it." Wong took the book. "We do not tamper with natural law. We defend it."

"How did you even do that?" Mordo asked. "Where did you lean the litany of spells required to even understand it?"

"I've got a photographic memory. That's how I got my M.D and Ph.D at the same time."

"What you just did takes more than just a good memory."

"I've been studying this stuff for hundreds of years, you got it in moments."

"You were born for the mystic arts."

"And yet my hands still shake."

"For now, yes." Wrong replied.

"Not forever?" Strange asked.

"We're not prophets" Mordo responded.

"When are you gonna start telling me what we are?" Strange sharply said.

"Come on" I said, walking through the doors to room that connected all of the Sanctums.

"While hero's like the Avengers protect the world from physical dangers, we sorcerers safeguard it against more mystical threats." The globe above us came down a little. "The Ancient One is he latest in a long line of Sorcerers Supreme, going back thousands of  years to the father of the mystic arts, the mighty Agamotto. Same sorcerer who created the eye you so recklessly borrowed. Agamotto built three Sanctums in places of power, where great cities now stand." Wong explained.