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BOOKS WERE ALWAYS A POINT OF INTEREST FOR MICHAEL. Growing up sheltered by his grandmother had led to a lot of time indoors, and therefore, plenty of time for recreational reading.
The library at Hawthorne's school spanned multiple stories, meaning he was never far from a good read now. The two months he had spent at the Academy were some of the most eye-opening of his life - the books on magic, both light and dark, interested him to no end.
It was there, sliding his finger along the spines on a shelf, searching for another enchanting book that Behold found him.
"You're quite interested in our history aren't you?" Behold commented, arms clasped in front of him as he casually strolled toward the boy. It had been a matter of hours since Michael's display of power, one that solidified him in their minds as the most powerful warlock they had ever encountered.
Michael smiled shyly, still embarrassed from the earlier events which almost ended in freezing his mentors to death. But Behold wasn't put off, and found himself growing increasingly impressed by the young man.
"We just had quite the discussion about you just now," Mr Chablis continued when the boy didn't answer, making a beeline for another shelf Michael hadn't ransacked yet.
"Oh?" Michael asked, dropping his head. He worried to no end that they had caught him out, finally. That they realised he wasn't a warlock after all and would shun him, which would be a tough blow to handle.
Michael never intended to fit in so well amongst the warlocks, but he had never been able to stretch his powers as much before now, and he was positively thriving under their instruction. The way they praised his efforts, instead of telling him to stifle them, brightened him up each and every time.
Not to mention, power was becoming addictive. He didn't think he could return to a lifestyle where he had to hide his abilities from everyone that didn't know.
"Don't worry, Michael," Behold reassured him, slipping a book out from the shelf upon finding it. He read over the cover once more, before walking towards him again. "We have big plans for you."
"What's this?" He questioned curiously after being handed the book, the title catching his eye. "'The Supreme'".
"This book has everything you need to know," Behold encouragingly squeezed his shoulder, nodding his head before turning to leave from whence he came. "I'll be ready when you have questions for me."
Michael's eyebrows furrowed at the man's crypticness, examining the book carefully. It was dated, to be sure, seeming to be a history book of sorts like most of the rest in the library.
