The Old One's sorcery
I lay unconscious for I don't know how long. Lost in a world of darkness. My eyes then fluttered open and I saw I was no longer in the forest. I sat up and rubbed my head. I felt like a car had hit me. When I looked around I saw I was in a cabin in the woods. There was a table against the wall with a single chair, a bed in the other room, shelves with a lot of jars on them on another wall, a fire burning in the fire place, and an old man sitting in a rocking chair next to the fire.
"Good, your awake." He said. He was wearing a long purpleish - redish rode, a big, yellow, almost sombrero-like hat, and he held a staff in his hand.
"Where am I?" I asked.
"Your in my humble abode. I found you in the forest lying half dead. That impact must have really put you out." He said. "You must be hungry. Come." He walked past me and into a different room. I got to my feet, astonished at how mush energy I'd lost, and followed. I didn't know if I trusted this guy, he wasn't a Masked. But he obviously wasn't a Scath either so it wouldn't hurt.
We came into a kitchen where a wood-burning stove heated a pot of soup. The old man grabbed two bowls and filled them with soup. "What is your name, boy?" He asked.
I didn't see any harm in telling him. "Slade." I said.
"Slade, huh." He repeated. "Kind of has a dark and mysterious ring to it, doesn't it?"
I thought for a second and yes it did have a somewhat scary tendency to it. "Honestly I never really noticed." I said. "What is your name?"
"Ha," He said. "I've lived by myself for so long that I've forgotten my own name." The thought occurred to me that this guy could be insane. "You can just call me Old One."
He handed me a bowl and spoon. "Here, Slade." He took his own bowl and led me to the table. "Sorry, there isn't another chair. You can just bring the rocker over here." I took the rocking chair away from the fireplace and brought it to the table. My eye caught sight of the jars filled with powders on the shelves.
"What are all those for?" I asked, pointing to the jars.
"Nothing gets past you." He said. "Those are my many magic's."
"What?"
"Yes. Unlike you, who's power comes from within, my power comes from nature and the world around me." He said. "After dinner, I'll show you a little of my power."
He was true to his word. When we finished dinner he took a jar filled with green powder outside and poured a little into his hand. "Do you know what this does?" I shook my head. "I'll show you." He blew the powder from his hand in an arc and where the powder fell, grass began to grow instantly. I have to admit, I was impressed. "But my power goes beyond growing grass, to include the four basic elements. Air, water, earth, and fire. Of them all, fire is the most unstable and destructive, and the most powerful."
"Please, Old One, I wish to learn these powers." I said.
"Very well. Let us begin."