The old man sighed aloud.
"Your request is no small one Xzavier. Not because the task of explaining the concept of magic is an arduous task itself, but a small matter regarding your utter lack of mana makes this very difficult."
Xzavier drank every word in. After all, this was what he had been hoping for. He heard all that the old man had said, but he didn't really get the last part.
"Mana?" he asked, out of genuine curiosity.
The old man shook his head. It was like explaining magic to a four year old.
"Okay, I think we might have to start at the very beginning…"
He stood up, and with his long robes flowing behind him like a bridal train, he began to pace up and down in a manner that was typical of most lecturers or teachers.
