Who the hell are you?
Aaron couldn't believe his ears.
I'm here to help.
The voice was low and powerful, and commanding.
Yeah. Okay. Answer the dam question! I'm going crazy aren't I? You're the evil little witch that tricked Kash.
What? No. Duck and roll. He's gonna pound you.
Aaron, for some strange reason, obeyed the voice, and barely escaped with his life. The club came pounding down on the ground where his head was a second ago.
Your welcome.
I won't thank you. I don't trust you.
I'm beginning to like you more and more.
Yeah? Bite me.
The voice chuckled, rattling his skull. Aaron had done many hard things in his life, but nothing compared to fighting and talking at the same time. But somehow he managed.
Let me take over. I can help. You are already a wielder. The most powerful fire wielder to be born since Malankov.
Flatter me. And no. You're not taking over.
Your wish. I'll give you control once I end this punk.
Aaron thought about it.
No.
It's you're wish.
Yeah. Who are you anyway? What do you want?
I don't want anything. I have been called to be your Patron.
Patron? Called by who? I don't need a nanny.
Ignoring the insult, the voice continued.
The worlds are much more than what you think. So get out of your puny world, and learn to observe.
Observe what?
There are things out there. Bad things. You can't see them. You humans are so greedy and stuck up between boundaries and war, that you fail to see the darkness that surrounds. It's feeding on your turmoil.
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