"How could you have someone check my background?!" Yeah, I guess I was yelling, but I felt betrayed.
"I don't trust you!", Crystal stood up and pointed to the door.
"Everything that's happened since I was a zombie has somehow had something to do with you. You threatened me, brought me back to life, and killed a man in cold blood. You don't explain to us why. You just do!"
Will raised his hand in the air, "Okay, maybe it's because I'm new to this; but in the realm of sanity it's impossible to bring someone back from the dead, and it's often well accepted that being a zombie is permanent."
"This is of no concern to y-", I felt something hit my chest and I was lifted off my feet. The world around me grew dark and a very old man was standing there looking down at me. Pulling myself to my feet I looked around for Crystal and Will, only to find no one except me and this old man.
"It's been quite a long time, and you haven't aged a bit my friend." The old man bowed his head.
"Who are you? What did you do to the people I was with?", I pulled myself to my feet.
The old man looked confused for a moment and then smiled wildly, "You unbelievable child! You did it. You really did it!"
He walked over to me and began squinting at me and tilting his head to angles that would normally be impossible.
"Did what? What are you going on about?", I stepped away from him.
"Right, you wouldn't know. Maybe I can explain it to you, because it's rather simple. See, I am a very old man and I am also a powerful wizard much like yourself."
"I wouldn't say powerful."
He rapped me on the head with more force than would be expected from someone so frail. "Don't put your magic down, not many people can battle me and survive. Now, while I am very powerful, my magic has been slowly degrading over time. I used to be able to change the Earth’s rotation around the sun, and now all I can do is rotate the Earth on its own axis."
It slowly dawned on me that I was on a completely different level of power than this old man; moving planets through space was something I hadn't even conceived yet. "That's not what I would call losing power."
The old man smiled, "You used to think so. You promised me that one day, you'd find a way to live long with out losing power and you've done it. You've found a way to bring yourself back to when you were at your peak."
"I am not following you."
"I don't have anymore time to explain except to say that you are one of the most unique wizards I'd ever met, so I have decided to give you a gift. I am going to transfer my magical energy to you. Maybe you can find a better use for it."
"Why would you do that?"
"A young girl has murdered me, though I admit she was very bad at it. Anyway, it gave me an excuse to go and do some exploring in other realms. While I'm gone, I need someone to hold on to my abilities and you are as good a candidate as any."
"Umm . . . if she murdered yo-", I was shut up by another smack across the head.
"You know as well as I do that death can be a difficult achievement even for a wizard with very little knowledge. I need you to listen, I don't have much more time. My magic is going to conflict with yours, so you may find yourself having memories that were supposed to be erased."
The space around me began to brighten.
"Wait, who are you?"
"Merlin, of course. Kids these days!" He raised his hands above his head and I was laying on the floor, looking at the faces of Will and Crystal.
Bits and pieces of long forgotten memory came flying back at me, but only one small part stood out from among the rest.
I sat straight up, "We have to go help Ben!"