'It' appeared..

For a moment, the world went dark. Not as if it was the dead of night, no.. This was different, this was empty. This was pure nothingness.

I died? you thought to yourself... No, you can still hear, you can hear the panic and confusion in the citadel. You can feel the heat in the room vanish, the freezing cold air hitting your lungs. But it didn't frighten you, on the contrary, you feel relief, almost happiness.

Then as if nothing ever happened, all was normal. The sun was back in the sky, shining through the stained glass windows again. The warmth returning to the room.

The old man chuckling to himself, the only other person in the room not affected it seems. Tapping his long crooked staff on the hard floor to get the attention of the room, calming everybody down. "Please everybody, return to your seats". His calming tone putting everyone at ease.

Slowly there was order returned to the citadel, and the students took their seats.

Just who the hell was this man?

The Wizened Wizard - Almost two years you have been personally mentored by this man. He took keen interest in you from the first moment you burst through the doors (Quite literally). On many occasions over the years you have tried to pry in to who, what, he was, but to no avail. The only thing you really know about the man is that he was old, very old.

Even though you had no idea who this man really was he treated you with kindness, understanding. Over the 2 years you had grown close, in a strange way you even cared for him. He was someone to look up to, like a father. Ofcourse you had no idea who your own father was.

It wasn't long before the students noticed what you had summoned. Laughter.

"What the hell is that?" a voice.

"That's pathetic!" another.

You turn to look... A staff? I summoned a damn staff?! What the fuck?!

You look towards the old man in your confusion, who chuckles to himself. But not mockingly like everyone else. He walks towards you, places a hand on your shoulder and speaks gently to you. "Don't you remember what I told you? A familiar completes you. It matches who you are."

Walking towards your familiar, the students still in an uproar of laughter, you feel something...something you can't explain yet. As you get closer to have a better look at your staff you notice something.. It isn't made from wood.. You get closer still and something shocks you. Two eyes open and fixate on to you.

What the fuck is this thing?

You pick it up "Master, is it truly you?" Shocked you drop the staff. Which seems to amuse the students jeering at you. You look back over to the old man, who is just smiling at you.

You pick the staff up again and look hard at it. It definitely isn't made from any normal substance. It is pitch black, hard yet also soft to the touch, and no wood or metal you have some across thus far has eyes and can talk.

"Oh master I am so happy that I have found you!" Suddenly you realize what you had been feeling before...nostalgia. You know this staff, you have no idea how but you have a gut feeling this this isn't the first time you have seen this staff. And the voice, you can't quite pin point how, but you know this voice.

Suddenly a searing pain in your head, you drop to your knees and scream. On your knees in agony, the room falls silent.

The old man concerned rushes over to your side in an attempt to try and help you. "What is it? What's wrong?" he asks.

Then nothing. No more pain. You get to your feet in a flash and turn to the old man. Leaning down to him you whisper in his ear...

"I remember..."

"I know who I am..."

The old man looks at him with joy in his eyes, "Well don't keep me in suspense my boy, tell me".

The old mans joy turns to horror in a second, as you plunge your fist through his chest.

"****".