Salazarâs apprentice au ;;
[ If you were to ask anyone in the Mage circle about the greatest sorcerers currently aliveâŠ.his name would be in the five first mentioned and more as a caution to beware rather than inspiration. A great high achieving sorcerer that only took under his wing those he deemed worthy of such gifts, almost all of his apprentices sharing his ideals of seeing those without magic as LESSER BEINGS. Magic was meant to be shared, to help humanityâŠwhat a silly folly notion of ideals . No, mages were better, their gift made them by default the elite race and no one could persuade him otherwise. In his hold , this impressive fortress nearly invisible to ordinary humans the sorcerer pushed the boundaries between the humane and the divine. ]
Every now and again when he grew bored in his near deafening isolation or merely required a second pair of hands or a fresh perspective an invitation would be sent to some ELITE young mages challenging them to breach his fortress and in return to the victor go the spoilsâŠwhere as spoils were concerned was the privilege to be taught and guided by one of the most powerful sorcerers around without being treated like a child, NO,knowledge was only valuable when it was shared and every apprentice until now, the few that were,got unlimited access to every arcane secret Salazar held. The invitations were sent out, a small group showed to the gate and very quickly one could see who would be the victor. His selection process had been by name and reputation alone but this blonde young manâŠhe just looked like everything Salazar was looking for in an apprentice,he was practically rooting for him to win and like hoped there he was arising the champion of Salazarâs little challenges and made his way into the grand hallway.Â
âI was hoping it would be youâ he praised the young man aparating right next to him and admired how dashing he looked, holding himself with a near regal presence and dressed in fine clothing,yes, they had barely met and Salazar saw a kindred spirit in the young mage. âI do not normally actively root for someone but wellâŠif you have lived as long as I haveâŠ.sometimes a glimpse is all it takes to recognize grandeur. Yes, excellent you will do nicely. What do I call you young man?â
When Lucius received the invitation he could scarcely believe it at first. Few could boast about being singled out by Salazar Slytherin, but (he remembered belatedly) he wasnât common, even among other wizards. They werenât equals by any stretch of the imagination, but if what the man wanted was an apprentice, then why not him? He was as capable as any, if not more so, and his ancestry was pure. He didnât let doubt take root.
Lucius accepted the invitation without hesitation. He possessed enough self-awareness to know he wasnât the best duelist, or the strongest, or fastest, or smartest, but he was the best at getting what he wanted, and as he entered Salazarâs entrance hall he was gratified upon learning that he was the one to make it through all the obstacles and he was the one whoâd have the privilege of being taught by one of the greatest wizards who ever lived.
That, coupled with the man seemed pleased to have him there, sent Lucius over the moon.
âLucius.â He answered, winning over the urge to grin stupidly. Being complimented by a wizard of such power and fame was something that would make anyoneâs pride swell, but a reaction that childish would be unforgivable and if the man decided to cast him out because of it Lucius wouldâve thought he was right âLucius Malfoy. I... Itâs an honour to be here.â
