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You need to get dressed and prepare for your first evaluation with your councilor. You still can't believe they waste your time with this nonsense but you aren't going to disobey.

You head to the kitchen and flick your wrist. Your tea kettle begins to glow orange, fills with water, and starts to boil. You make your way to the bathroom to look in the mirror. Your hands become surrounded by an orange aura. As you run your fingers through your hair, you see it more and more groomed until it looks fresh out of a salon. You rub your face and makeup is magically applied. Lastly, you snap your fingers and your pajamas transform into leather pants and a red crop top.

You pour yourself a cup of tea and check your phone. Your eyes turn orange as you use your mind to navigate the device. The councilor will be arriving soon.

Suddenly the lights go out. You jump up and prepare for a fight. You look around but see nothing. You've always been too jumpy. You cast a light spell and an orange light cakes the room. You try the light switches but it's no good. You resign yourself to texting the maintenance guy for help.

On your way back to the table you are **** against a wall. You struggle to move as a shadowy being approaches you. It appears to be a skeleton wearing a robe made from the thickest black smoke. It swirls around him, leaving a smokey trail behind as he hovers ever closer to you. The room chills and your light spell begins to fade. You fear the worst, but finally the being speaks.

"What is your name?" It asks. It's voice is deep and piercing, but is wrapped in a thousand whispers. It's words envelope you and shake your spirit.

"Maya," you utter.

"Maya...I am Azrael," the creature says bowing. There's something charming about him. "I need your help."

He needs help? Could this mean you are to be one of his disciples? It's tempting, but you're concerned for all those you love.

"And if I agree to help you, what will become of me?" You ask.

"You will have power beyond your wildest dreams," he replies.

"And what of my friends?" You ask.

"They will flourish by your side for as long as you'll have them," he replies.

You take a deep breath, "Then I shall help you."

"Good, Maya. I shall give you some of my power. Learn to harness it to bend reality to your will. Then, we shall begin. Now breathe in the smoke," Azrael commands.

"Yes...Master," you reply.

You inhale the smoke. It immediately begins to burn your lungs. Your vision becomes hazy and just as you're about to lose consciousness, you are back in your chair with the lights on and your phone in hand. Then you hear a knock.