Purpose(part 2)

The hairs on his arms and neck stood as he stood on the surface of the white expanse.

He had grown accustomed to the darkness of his void that the bright expanse took him by surprise.

Standing there, on the warm reflective surface he composed himself and looked around. Hoping to catch a glimpse of the Legacy or anything for that matter. There was of course the apprehension of seeing something terrifying that would lay threat to his life, but that feeling was not as prominent as his growing curiosity and anticipation.

He took a few steps forward and heard his steps echo through the void. 'not the same void I guess' he thought to himself and his thoughts echoed through the expanse. "This again", he said out loud recalling the other time his thoughts had echoed in a similar fashion.

The air felt warm and heavy with power. The area around him shifted and danced. Staring into the distance, there appeared to be a haze that limited the scope of his vision.

It was as if a thick smog filled the void and grew thicker further away from him. However the purpose of his visit this time was not to observe and gawk at the void, it was to meet once more with the legacy.

"hi"

A young voice spoke behind him and he turned around startled. His face contorted into a confused grimace when the figure standing before him stepped closer and closer.

He had seen it before...

Frozen with shock, he recalled his last encounter with the young boy during his awakening. He almost thought he was still in his soul-scape, but there was no dark sphere, or a glossy surface of flowing darkness. It was the same as the void he was in when he awakened, but hadn't that void eventually turned into his own.

And what was this young boy doing here. His mind raged with questions.

However, even now, he could not make out their face. He wanted to assume this was the legacy, but, in the final moments of his awakening, hadn't the boy worn his face. It had led him to conclude that maybe that was a figment of his self. Hadn't Caster said something about conquering himself. He simply concluded that was the version of himself that he had to fight but somehow never ended not fighting. Why was that?

The appearance of the child caused his mind to race.

Then the child stepped closer, and with each step their features became clearer and the haze of obscurity that surrounded them faded back into the distance.

Michael felt his heart tighten as he stared at the spitting image of his younger self. Was this some twisted way to test him? Was this the prelude to torture?

Doubt crept in. Was this even a meeting with the legacy? His resentment resurfaced. Had he been tricked again and forced into a situation that was meant to make or break him. Galia and Caster were friends. The mystery of her appearance seemed even more harrowing and dark. His gaze darkened as he slowly adjusted himself into a defensive position.

"Oh please child. If I was to kill you I would have, and don't think me so mischievous that I would conspire against you with children. Shall we get this over with?"

The child spoke with such confidence and authority that Michael lost a hold of all the anger and battle readiness. His focus shifted and his gaze softened slightly.

This was really the legacy? Why would they wear the face of his childhood? Was it some way to make him feel comfortable and lower his defenses? To be more receptive to their presence?

Echoes of his questions filled the void turning the silent place into a cacophony of uncertain voices.

"And by his name turn that off" the Legacy spoke his voice tainted with a hint of annoyance.

Noticing Michael's blank stare they added, "the spell, from the one you call Galia"

Michael, involuntarily, cast the spell he had been taught by Galia. He was yet to practice it enough to gain fine control over it's casting, yet he cast it like it was his hundredth time doing it. He demonstrated finesse as he traced the runes, channeling mana with such fine control that it shocked him. Despite the shock, he didn't stop, he wove the runes to completion.

The final product was a band of tightly woven runes that glowed golden and floated before his eyes. He was beyond baffled as the crown of runes floated down to his open hands which then brought it to his head.

There was a silent question painted on his face that the Legacy read but chose to ignore, staring at Michael impassively.

Michael had expected their meeting to be almost similar to the last time. The legacy had appeared desperate, the aura around them different. Demanding worship and reverence. Michael remembered the foul taste it left on his tongue and with it the thoughts that he had held at that moment. His stay in the Nether and the constant shock from unfathomable events muddling those memories. He did not know what to feel.

It was weird to be spoken to from the mouth of his younger self in such a manner. But he couldn't resist the pull exerted by the voice. He had woven an intricate spell and the child hadn't even commanded him to. The scale of the legacies power became terrifying all of a sudden. This was not the encounter Michael had hoped for. He begun to second guess his decision, was he really that desperate to hear about the third option.

The crown of runes dissolved into his head and he felt it wrap around his brain in a weird feeling. That feeling was overshadowed by the confusion that raged in his mind.

"Will you make me ask why you chose to speak to me or will you state your business?" The child asked in exasperation, there was no authority in his words, it was not a command, but Michael was compelled to answer.