BAD WOLF in Civil War *sequel to BAD WOLF*

Chapter 14; Training with Morowa

*Author's note*

Hey guys well I hope you all had a great Holiday and as we prepare to ring in the New Year let's remember to give love not hate (I know cliche right but it's true. This year was terribly violent and I hope next year we'll do more good deeds than bad) anyways to kick off the end of 2017 I have prepared for you all the next chapter of Bad Wolf in Civil War. Now I will try to finish this before Infinity War comes out so once I start back to University in late Jan. I will try to update as much as I can before May so that this story can be officially marked as complete and I can make room for the next two Avengers movies. Till then I hope you guys enjoy this chapter and don't forget to comment or like and Happy New Year's Eve everyone (and for those who are already in the New Year Happy New Year hope u have a good one :)

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The next morning just as the sun was starting to rise I remembered my talk with Morowa last night so I got up and headed onward to the training grounds to see her sitting right at the center of the designed circle and she said.

"Right on time (y/n) please sit". I cautiously walked towards her and sat down in front of her just a few inches away from where she sat and she told me. "So by you coming here I'm assuming you're wanting to accept my offer on what I can teach you?"

"That depends on what it is that I'm gonna be taught. The last time someone said they could cure me I was subjected to becoming an animal for 8 years of my life".

"(Y/n) in my journeys across the world I soon found myself a place known as Kamar-Taj where I learned all that I knew from the Sorceress Supreme. The Ancient One. The power of the Mystic arts to defend and contain threats from either our dimension or dimensions far beyond our knowledge".

"The Mystic Arts?" I questioned.

"Yes. My teacher the Ancient One once said that the language of the mystic arts is as old as civilization. The sorcerers of antiquity called the use of this language "spells." But if that word offends your modern sensibilities, you can call it a program. The source code that shapes reality". It then got interesting as she held out her hands and began to slowly wave them around and as she did, magical patterns began to form as she continued to say, "We harness energy... drawn from other dimensions of the Multiverse... to cast spells... to conjure shields... and weapons... to make magic". Her magical force then blew wind in my face before fading away and I was sat there amazed and awe-struck.

"So this Mystic Arts can really help me defend the ones I love?"

"If that is what you wish for it to do for you, but you must also remember this. All magic comes with a price, it's not meant to be easy. Nothing ever is. Should you choose to learn the Mystic Arts you must allow yourself to surrender to its current and submit to its power". I looked at her and said.

"I'm willing to learn if you'll be my teacher".

"Excellent, once your stitches are healed we will begin your lessons. You will need to be at your full strength in order to focus and I would rather not risk any further injury on you".

"Agreed". I stated.

"But until then I will teach the ways of meditation to help you center your focus and open your mind to all your senses". Then for the next couple hours Morowa taught me how to concentrate my inner energy and meditate in order to reach out beyond my senses.

A week after meditation and doing some studying that Morowa had constructed from me on some notes that she remembered reading from the books at Kamar-Taj. The day after I got my stitches out, I immediately began my training.