The Brightest Dark Magician

Chapter 3:If not for me then for who

I laughed in his face. I had finished collage level school work by the time I was eleven and this guy wanted to enroll me in school? That wasn't going to happen. I had already gone threw school once and it hadn't been pleasant, I wasn't going to start over when I had bigger matters to take care of like my section. Balthazar seemed to take my out burst expression as excitement.

"I new you would love the idea of school, the academy is the perfect school to test your abilities." He took a short sip of tea still smiling. It was a shame I was about to crush that smile. "Uncle Balthazar, I have already finished with school, I was home schooled and as a result my schooling went faster then most. Thank you for the offer but I must decline as I have many more pressing matters." Now it was my turn to be mistaken.

"Hu-Darion I didn't mean regular school, I meant The Academy for young magicians." A bell sounded signaling the time. "I don't have magic I would know if I did and I don't" I did know though, I had magic and I intended never to use it. The first time it had ever appeared was right before my mentor and father died, it had been an accident and one that I didn't ever even pay for. I had been walking through the halls when a kid came running and hit me hard in the back, I slammed into the wall and turned around to see who had hit me to find the boy was my same age. I didn't understand how he could be so reckless. Annoyance flooded my head and I didn't realize what I was doing until it was too late. The boy had been slammed against the wall and was pinned there. I hadn't lifted a figure to do it and then the boy fell to the ground. I had called for help thinking he was dead but it turned out he had only been knock on conscience, the only real damage being his broken arm. No one knew the truth and neither did the kid who couldn't remember what had happened. I would always know what had happened because it had been my fault.

"Tell me the truth Darion, do you really think that you don't have magic. Tell me the truth and don't lie." He spoke slower then usual as if trying to get each word to sink in. My lips wanted to tell the truth but I wasn't going to let them, instead I worked around the question asking one of my own. "What type of magic are you using on me right now." I could feel it around me but he was also very obvious in the way he conducted himself. The feeling suddenly stopped and he sighed shaking his head.

"I can't force you tell me the truth, but I know the truth. Both your parents had magic and so do you. I can't make you go to school either but I promised them that I would try to raise you to the best of my abilities. Someone else beat me to it and honestly did a better job of raising you but I hope that you will let me help further your magical ability. That is the only thing I can do to keep my promise." Balthazar's eyes gleamed with failure as if him not being in my life was his fault, but it wasn't. The fact that he hadn't been able to find me meant that I had done a good job of keeping a low profile. I opened my mouth and then shut it again. Guilt built up in my stomach knowing I was going to say no, and no matter how hard I tried to ignore it, I couldn't. It was then that I came to a conclusion.

"I will go to this Academy, but only so that I can learn more to benefit my knowledge of magic, I won't use it myself." It might come in handy for business and I didn't have to tell anyone that I had magic. No one involved in the black market had magic, it wasn't that it was forbidden it was just that if you had magic you didn't need to be involved in something illegal like the black market, after so long of no magicians being involved, it was an unofficial rule that magicians shouldn't get involved in the business. Know I was going to a school where I could learn magic because of guilt, or sympathy, or maybe both. Plus I was so out of touch with people it was pitiful. Uncle Balthazar took what he could get and immediately his face brightened up before his eyes widened and he started biting his lip. "I must go call the headmaster right now to enroll you, classes are starting tomorrow and technically the deadline for applications was a week ago but I think I can get them to change their minds." His stood up out of his chair and ran out of the room leaving me alone for just enough time to examine the room before the butler came in. The room was marble white just like the rest of the house with accents of blue and gold. Besides the table there wasn't much except for two huge windows with blue velvet drapery curtains and a big buffet table with a gold mirror stationed above it.

"Simple and very... um clean." I said mostly to myself but the butler nodded hearing my statement.

"One might think the master would be very, how may I put it flamboyant in his decorating, but he likes to keep things simple yet tasteful." The butler said with little emotion but every word dripping in honey. I could tell that he didn't respect me as much as he did my uncle by the way he looked at me, and I was fine with that but fake respect was one thing I couldn't stand for. "By all means speak freely sir, but don't pretend like you respect me when you don't. I don't like my words dipped in honey and I don't like honey dipped words used on me so until you think that I am more then just a child trying to fit in to the world of adults, don't call me sir, master or anything else just Darion." That seemed to intrigued him but he did't comment anymore, only bowed. I turned to leave the but then stopped. "Tell my uncle that I am going to get some clothes and that I will be back by seven o' clock on the dot." I continued on my way, passing a few servants on the way out tipping my head to them. I had already called Joe to pick me up and was running down the steps when a car pulled into the driveway and stopped right in front of the steps. Joe wasn't here yet so I stopped to see who it was. An elderly man opened the driver door and stepped out probably to open to the door for his passenger but didn't make it fare before he stumbled over a piece of rock and almost fell face first into the cement.

On instinct I jumped from the last step and caught the man right before he hit the ground. I pulled him up so that he was standing straight and waited until he had his bearings before letting go. His lips quivered with a nervous smile. "Thank you, without you I would be on the ground and that simply wouldn't do now would it." I guess it wouldn't but he should have been more careful, the thought must have passed over my face because the old man continued. "You seem like a nice young man, don't worry about old timers like me, just take our advice when we give it."

I nodded my head in respect to walk away, but not before I gave him a little advice myself. "Not everyone who seems nice actually is. Please be more careful sir with who you put your trust in." A second car pulled up behind the one in front of me, and I walked over to it knowing it was probably Joe. I could feel the old man's eye on my back, but I wasn't going to look back. After growing up in the black market I had learned that people were rarely who they seemed, the only person who I trusted was Joe, and even that had it's limits.

I got into the car and for the first time that day I let my head fall back, a wave of exhaustion nearly over whelming me from lack of sleep for a week straight. The coffee had help clear my head but now it was pounding like a nightmare. So much had happened today that it was hard to keep my head from wandering to those thought, but my eyes started to close and my mind went blank.