Khalid took this young drow under his wing. Taught him to harness the mystical ways within. He learned quick, quicker then he had himself learned. Khalid would teach him to bend his mind to preform such tasks. And as quickly has it was taught to the drow, it was mastered. There was something different about this drow. Khalid would bend is mind to focus the energy within him towards the spell. This drow would pull energy from everything around him. With such ease he would pull the most powerful of energies from nature. This amazed Khalid.
His apprentice was slowly becoming more powerful with the mystical ways then himself. He had spent years apon years studing. Trying to master all he could, yet this drow mastered such abilities without the time spent. Khalid ponder what else he could teach this man. What was left to teach him?
One night Khalid called this the drow to the tower. They talked until the moon fell from the sky. Before Khalid left for bed he put his hand apon the drows shoulders.
"Zazza, you have made me proud. You have learned everything I could possibly teach you. Your ways may differ from my own but they are what makes you. The citadel will always be your home. And you will always be part of us. You must step out into the world, use what you have learned here. I will always be here for you."
Zazza smiled and nodded. "You are my brother."
Khalid walked away. A tear dripped from his eye. This man had made him so proud. He was like a son to him.
