The Art of Magic

Ordo Hermeticus Aurorae Aureae (I)

On an isolated shack floating across the isolated space within the dimensional gap. A man was peacefully sleeping. No sunlight nor the chirping of birds would deter him from wrapped in the warmth of his blanket. The only thing that would on the other hand was the alarm clock perfectly positioned right beside his ears.

Ring! Ring! Ring!

The alarm clock slowly shook as its loud rings echoed across the tiny shack. Nick frowned as his hand stumbled finding the blasted thing. The moment he grabbed hold of it, his hands burst into flames turning the red alarm clock into naught but ash. However the silent solace would soon be disturbed once more as a blue magic circle appeared right infront of his hace and doused it with freezing cold water.

"Cough! Cough! Fucking hell!" He said as he sat up and snapped his fingers, drying the area wet with ice cold water. He stared at the floating hologram of the man snickering at his misery. He was a suave gentleman. Black hair swept backwards, A fitted bl