(Meeting a legend.)

Chapter fourteen:

For a moment, all Corvus could do was stare blankly at this man who would one day hold a position as one of, if not the, strongest and, more than likely, wisest entity on Earth. By the look of him, he couldn't be older than his mid twenties. There were many things he should be doing right now, inquiring about Merlin, wiping the stunned look off his face, anything. But no, no he seemed content to just stare at his face and hair and was stuck on the thought that he looked so much better with it than without it.

Feeling rather awkward at this point. The one day to be Sorcerer Supreme couldn't help and be the first to speak. Excuse me? Art thou the one of whom mine master spoke? The powerful and wise being beyond comprehension? Dr. Stephen Strange asked him. If he was, he very much doubted it. Corvus seemed just like any slack jawed idiot too wrapped up in physical appearance to him. More attractive than most, but still just like others. Powerful, and mysterious, to be sure. But beyond comprehension seemed a stretch. Wise... well, he did deduce much from what he would consider to be nothing. But the jury is officially out on the call at the moment.

Hearing him speak, same voice, but much more youthful and not as erudite, brought him out of his stupor. Embarrassed, he rubbed the back of his head sheepishly. I apologize for my rudeness. I am probably he. However, I wouldn't call myself beyond comprehension. What I am, well perhaps may be beyond a normal humans comprehension. But as thou art probably already aware of the multiverse, like Merlin and thee would be able to comprehend my existence. However, it appears that I running off on a tangent. Thus I will end with it. Hello my name is Corvus. Might I have the of knowing yours? Gathering himself, he crossed his right hand over his chest and gave a slight bow.

The man regarded him for a moment, before brushing off his question and starts to walk in a direction. Come, master instructed to bring thee before her without dallying. We will know if thou art the one once we have arrived. Said Dr. Stephen Strange.

Still in a awakard bow, Corvus sighed and picked himself up, and started to follow him. Well, I wouldn't trust someone I just met either, especially after seeing a display of force like that. There's time though. Hell, I have nothing but time. He doesn't die until late 2018. Thinking on that though, I wonder if he's already contracted with Dormammu? As he started to get lost in thought he almost tripped over the unconscious knight.

Excuse me, miss, but whatever should be done with this person? Asked Dr. Stephen Strange.

Disdain and contempt radiated from her for a moment, and then without sparing the knight she stared at Corvus and replied. That pile of scrap can find his own way back, he was never meant to actually be the escort, just a gauge of the temperament. Said the Ancient One.

A little taken aback, Corvus figured that he was supposed to be Dr. Stephen Strange's escort if things turned out well. And? Have I passed the test? Corvus asked the Ancient One.

It is yet to be seen, but the verbal lashing thou gave him was well deserved and very satisfying for me so I withhold judgement for now. One question remains on the tip of my mind, however, how did thee know his true colors? He at least acted the part of a courteous knight. Replied the Ancient One.

Corvus really didn't feel any need to hide anything, since, what's the point? What could they do even if they knew? Ah, that. Well, colors is actually partially the answer. He turned to give her an incredulous and confused look. I mean it. If I wish. I can see the aura of a person and read their thoughts. The aura reflects a person's mood and personality and how they feel about the person they are currently perceiving. The Ancient One she was predisposed to disliking Corvus. Plus his thoughts were less than savory even though her words and actions said otherwise.

I see... and I suppose this is how you could see me and gauge my reactions within the mirror dimension? The Ancient One asked Corvus.

Yes. Replied Corvus.

Then what am I feeling now? The Ancient One stopped as they were about to cross the nearby woodlands. Corvus looked upon the Ancient One and several shade's of orange dominating her. Showing her interest, anticipation, but also ever present vigilance. Underlying that, there was a golden hue where the Ancient One's grey eye was, showing that she leaned more towards of him in a positive manner. Corvus smiled and relayed this to her. A light of green amazement colored her but then a pale yellow of acceptance replaced it.

And my thoughts? The Ancient One asked Corvus. Corvus once again looked at her and reached out with his mind. However, unlike Dr. Stephen Strange, there seemed to be a barrier of sorts around her mind. Corvus felt he could break it, easily, but didn't want to. He wanted her to trust him. It wouldn't bode well for him if he barged into someone's mind whenever he pleased.

Your thoughts are your own. I shall not pry. Your mind has been ensorcelled with a protection of some kind. I can break it. However, I will not. I don't want to delve where I'm unwelcome, not to a person I have no cause to do so. Corvus walked ahead, leaving the Ancient One there. She could see a flash of a goldenrod from him as he passes, gratefulness. The Ancient One caught up after a moment and they walked through the forest path together.