The man in the black hood ran as fast as he could through the dark alleyway before the agents caught up to him.
"Stop!" the two men chasing after him shouted. But still no matter how dangerous his enemy he wouldn't let his charge fall into their hands the boy is too important. As he reached the end of the alley and realized it was a dead end, he started preparing a magic circle for flight to reach the roof above him. But as he was almost finished casting the spell the agent on the right side of the alley with a big scar over his left eye pointed his gun at him while slowing time down. The bullet missed his ribs and punctured one of his lungs. As he collapsed on the ground and the blood started pooling. The man tried to get back up while straining to stay conscious the two agents stood over him looking at him with a mixture of pity and malice. the man with scar over his eye smirked while the other agent who was a man who looked to be in his late 70's with wire frame glasses.
"You should have known this day was coming, Zachariah" the man with the scar said while glancing at the other agent and nodded. "he's ready to be drained" he said to his partner.
"You won't get him" Zachariah said in a pained voice while attempting to cast a magic circle trying to keep it hidden from his assailants "the order won't allow it". 'I'm sorry young master it appears I have to bring your coming of age gift a little earlier' he thought.
Scar face pulled a circular device out of his pocket and pushed his weakened body roughly back down on the cold wet ground and put the object on his chest and after pressing the button in the middle the machine started glowing blue and Zachariah felt a sucking sensation going on inside his body and his magic starting disappearing into the device.
"You're little order or its magic isn't enough to stop us, mage" the older agent said looking down at him with a smirk.
He tried to get up but failed. "Don't embarrass yourself" the agent with scar said. Before his magic was fully depleted by the device he scraped together his last reserves and silently sent the activation signal 'godspeed master' he thought. The agent managing the device saw it was done and took it off, with the panic of casting the spell gone and seeing the two above him the feeling of him losing blood from the wound caught up with him and he finally started feeling faint.
"Before we kill you, how about you make it easier on us and tell us what his name is and where to find him" scar face said.
"Never" he said spitting in his face "all of us would die to protect him".
The agent wiped the spit of his face calmly "well" he said "we'll just have to find it out ourselves then". The agent pulled out his gun and pulled the trigger hitting him in the chest with a grin on his face.
The agents being distracted by the execution did not notice the magical energy floating out from the alley into the suburbs of the city, entering into a certain boys house traveling into his room and merging with his body.
A message popped up above his sleeping form