25 years later…
"Now, try one more time," a man said to a younger man.
"Thor, you know I can't," replied the younger gentleman.
"Just picture it and push," the older man, Thor, said. Thor was known as the best mage in the entire world. His magic surpasses many others by a long run. When he heard of the Savior in need of aid with his magic, he jump at the opportunity. His apprentice, though, was something he didn't expect.
Clinton Francis Barton, 24 years old and second son of King Erik and Queen Sophia. Two years after the devastating news of their first born not being the chosen one, they thought that the legend would stay a legend. That stayed true until the birth of their second child. After many long hours, the baby was brought to the world.
As the king was given the child to hold, he brought baby Clint to the balcony where, to the king's surprise and the baby's wonder, a majestic hawk stood at the ledge. Like in the legend. As he took in the scene baby Clint's giggles startle the bird and flew off. At that moment, King Erik knew that the baby in his arm will bring the world to light.
But that was proven difficult as of right now, the new found savior was trying, and failing, to improve his magic.
Holding out his left hand, Clint shut his eyes and pictured the apple in front of him in his head. He inhaled deeply and pulled the image from his mind and to his hand. With a final push, he opened his eyes and as well as his palm.
Looking down at his palm they both watch as a cloud of pure white smoke circulate around his hand before it disappeared with the apple in its place.
With wide grey eyes, the smaller male jump up and down while chanting, "I did it," over and over again.
With a satisfied smile of his own, Thor agreed. "Yes, you have mastered that quite well, but you still have a lot to work on."
That brought his confidence down. "Aww, come on Thor, magic is hard."
"And your archery training isn't?" he challenged.
"Its not. I'm actually even better than Barney himself," he gloated.
With a raised brow, the older man crossed his arms while asking, "Oh, than why are you still taking those lessons?"
Now that brought a blush to the once confidant man. "No-nothing."
"Does it have to do with a certain trainer?"
"None, of your business, actually." Taking a look at the grandfather clock in the room, he notice that his archery lessons was about to start. "Anyways, I'm about to leave for lessons. I'll see you tomorrow than."
With bounce in his step, he left his mentor behind chuckling what just accrued.
Meanwhile…
Closing his eyes in concentration, a 27 year old Charles Barton, or Barney, focused on his surrounding before opening his palm and creating a fireball. With quick reflexes, he shot his fireball across the room and at an amused mentor, who stop the upcoming projectile with a blast of ice.
"Very well, young student," he applauded. "Very well, indeed. I would say that you are almost as good as me."
"What else can I do to be better, though, Master Loki?" Barney asks with pleading in his deep brown eyes.
His mentor Loki, who happen to be Thor's brother, just sigh while taking a sip of his wine. Since Barney was too born of magic, his parents decided to get him a teacher as well. Unlike Clint, though, Barney had shown a great feat of magic but was denied a superior teacher as Thor. Loki only came in to outshine his brother.
"There's nothing more that I can teach you, my young apprentice. Absolutely nothing."
"UGH!" with a flick of his hand, he tossed a fireball and set the drapes ablaze. "Why? Just why can't I be the Savior?" With another flick, his mirror supplied him the image of earlier encounter between his little brother and his mentor. "Just look at him. 25 years of age and still trying to cast baby spells. How pathetic."
"Now, now, Barney, we wouldn't want you to destroy anything else," he alluded to the mass of charred objects in the room. "Besides some people find that endearing."
With a scoff, he made the image disappear and made his way out the door.
"And where are you going?"
"None of your business."