What’s more heart-breaking than the gravitas of potential?

Potential is hope. Potential is a tangible goal in sight, just lying behind the curtains. And ultimately, at the end of the day – ‘Potential’ is just arrogance. The aftermath of a storm, and the shattered dreams and realizations of a former megalomaniac.

“Gotten tired of the elementary shill that they teach back at the Academy, have you?” John snorted, dispelling any sense of mysticism that he could have once held. He’s well aware that he’s the very picture of a sage, yet annoyingly self-righteous old geezer right now. But behind the image of some random middle-aged bloke, accompanied by a pipe hanging from his mouth, was the one behind the reputation of the once-revered ‘Grand Wizard Constantine’.

What’s there to life without the fun of looking past the obvious? A dull existence, that’s for certain, and he was never one for anything dull. John’s almost impressed that someone had managed to travel all this way, let alone have Lady Luck smile enough to grant them the fortune of finding him. But this wasn’t the first time that this has happened, nor will it be the last. Much to his displeasure, despite it being rumored that he’s way past his prime.

“You’ve got an ego thinking that I’ll be willing to teach you, of all people the mystery of faith that is magic,” he says, all with a nonchalant dismissal of his hand. “But, I’ll tell you what. I’m willing to hear you out. Convince me why you’re so special and different from the rest of them, and maybe I’ll think about taking you on.”

Magic may not necessarily be considered a lost art, nowadays, but sarcasm certainly is. And if someone’s willing to lower themselves to his level to become his apprentice? They better be willing to learn the language, and quickly too.