Well to start this off, Melkor did not have the slightest idea of how magic worked in this world, for him, magic was about pressing a button and then seeing how the character on the screen did some magical stuff, so he went into this kind of thing without any prior knowledge of anything, although he had no lack of excitement that's for sure. He almost lost his cool on several occasions, I mean, he rarely kept his cool anyway. Overall he was just trying not to look like a little kid inside of a toy store filled with free stuff.

And so Mel and Terry walked towards the magical tower or as much of a magical tower as you could get within this shithole of a Mansion. One could describe this place as dusty and run down, looking at the old paintings and the cobwebs all around the place, perhaps one could even say it was forgotten at some point. Walking through spiderwebs, walls of dust and filth would certainly scare some people off. The human didn't care about all this though, he just wanted 'ze magicks' and he wanted to use them in an epic fuckfest of explosions and gloriousness.

'I really hope I get something cool, maybe dark powers! Or zapping people with Lightning!.....In time you will call me MASTER!' His thoughts trailed off, while he was grinning from ear to ear. Mel started to get a slight spring in his step, bouncing up and down, while doing his best not to giggle like a little girl. A few odd glances were all he received from his new teacher. Terry was, to be honest kind of awkward around the frilly human, he was really not the best at magic and most definitely not the best at teaching. He had spent many years studying the blade to such a masterful degree, that he didn't need magic to kill someone, so he used it very sparingly. There is an overall disdain towards magic in Dorne and the surrounding cities.

They climbed the stairs for a while, and soon found themselves at the top. "This is some tower you have here."
Mel said, while also trying not to let the Minotaur catch on that he had to catch his breath. A nod was all he got as a response though. He went on to look outside the window, gazing at the city down below him.
He was up quite a bit, at least thirty meters or so, luckily he wasn't afraid of heights. While looking down he also noticed that the streets were mostly abandoned, strange for such an urban town he thought. 'Well, I mean, could be normal for this region or this world I don't know their lives.' he shrugged it off and waited silently for Terry to open the door.

Quite a minute passed while Terry was looking for the keys to the door, and an awkward silence was unavoidable.
Then after a little while, the daydreaming human had heard a lock turning and the cracking of old wood, it seems Terry did find the required key and had opened the door while Melkor was thinking about his cool new magic powers.

As they went inside, quite a lot of rats escaped the room and startled poor Melkor, who cried out in surprise. "WAAah!" He let out a manly yell of manliness.

"You alright there kiddo?" Terry asked.

"Yeah, yeah sorry. Just slightly nervous and a bit pent up about this whole magic thing n' stuff hehe. Where I come from, there is zero to none of it and it is generally believed to be a myth, so you'll have to excuse my excitement, Terry. Are you certain I could use it?" The Human sheepishly grinned hoping for a positive answer.

There was a long sigh. "Kiddo I don't know jack about your species so we'll just have to find out." He stepped inside the mysterious room and lit a few candles with a match. It had been abandoned for quite some time it seems. "I and only a few others are the only ones who have any interest in the subject of magic so our old magus tower soon was abandoned. You'll have to excuse the spider webs and the many books lying around." He then found a chair to sit in and opened a very old looking book. "Here, this thing is called Magic for everyone." He coughed a few times and put on some reading glasses. "Take a seat son, this might take a while."

So Melkor sat down with high expectations.

"So basically, there are two kinds of magic users in this world, the channelers and the bound. The channelers have some sort of object or body part, from which they channel their magic. Unicorns for example, or changelings. The bound are you and I, the casters bound to the restrictions of their bodies and affinity for magic. Your affinity determines the magic you can cast. For example I have an affinity for earth and fire magic, that is a double affinity, not rare but most people only have one. Channelers are not bound by these restrictions though, because they can use their channeling object, understand?"

Melkor nods vigorously.

Terry just rolls his eyes and continues. "So to test your affinity, you have to place your hand on this." He pulls out a giant glass sphere from out of nowhere and puts it on the ground. "This will sense your magical energy and tell you which kind of magic you can use."

Melkor went forth and gulped for a second. "This is not going to hurt is it? I have a gut feeling that this could hurt." He turned around to face Terry who just took his hand and slammed it down onto the globe and immediately you could see sparks flying everywhere, as well as an electric sound that came from the orb.

Melkor cringed at the sudden forcefulness and he yelped as the glowing sparks went flying towards his face. Shortly after he opened his eyes again and saw that the orb was glowing in a crimson red, while being surrounded by small bursts of red electricity. Melkor just stared in amazement.

"Terry what does this mean exactly?" He tried to figure out which element could be related to such a pure red.

Terry just looked in disbelief. As he tried to get a better look inside the bowl, he scratches his beard.
"Judging from the Lightning and the clouds, this should be storm magic. But the color isn't right."
He just got up and started to look around in the massive assessment of books that were just laying around.
There had to be something related to this. Right?

As Melkor grew more and more worried and even annoyed, the orb started to shake, and the glowing and lightning started to intensify.

Terry came out of the pile of books, holding a particularly dusty one in his hands.
"Found something, that could help." He opened it and pointed towards a page, while also putting on reading glasses.

"The issue is simple, you are experiencing the rare phenomenon that your magic is fused," Terry says as he continues to point at the orb. "You clearly have an affinity for storm magic, but also for fury magic, so both of them, somehow fused together."

"So what you're saying is... I can shoot angry lightning?" Melkor looked confused for a while, but then his expression brightened again. "Angry lightning sounds Awesome!" He proclaimed.

Terry just sighed at the presentation of stupor unfolding before him. "No, dumbass it means that you both have storm magic, and fury magic, but both are connected and thus enhanced!"
He takes a breath and calms down, this time speaking with less power in his voice.
"Storm magic is the evolution of lightning magic and thus, is really powerful and can be used for offense. Fury magic is the evolution of rage magic and is very rare, it basically strengthens your body and enhances your strength, the angrier you get, the two are connected somehow, I just don't know what the effect will be." Terry shrugs and closes the book.

Melkor just looks like he has heard the most awesome news ever. Well, this was the most awesome news ever to him! He was a mage, with powerful lightning and stuff!!

"Oh god, I just don't know how to process this... How do I do magic exactly?"

"You start out by Imagining the desired effect of your spell, the next thing you do is assigning that spell to a word from which you shall release it, at least for your storm magic, the fury magic should activate on its own, now that you know of it. The power or effectiveness of your spell depends on your will or your emotions."

Terry raised his hand and focused. Melkor started to watch closely.
There was a glow coming from his palm, that grew bigger and bigger, then Terry said "TORCH," and his hand was ablaze with a great flame, that burned with passion.

"This is pretty much the extent of my magic power since I rarely use it, but you, you have potential kid." He smiled at Melkor.

Melkor was just amazed, and he started to grin widely. "I want to try." He got up from his chair and focused his mind...

He Imagined the lightning striking forward, in a powerful zap. As he felt it was ready, he yelled "Shock!" and the lightning went loose, or so he wanted.

What came out of Melkor's palm was little more than a cute, little spark, that singed the wooden floor a bit.
Terry wanted to laugh a bit but tried to hold it in. A few chuckles were still heard.

"Hey quit it, I'm just starting out, you prick." The laughing continued, as the minotaur in the room kept growing louder and louder.
"hehe... sorry. That was just so SHOCKING." and now he just fully went bananas and lost his cool. He was laughing like crazy now, how dare he? This actually made Mel angry.

"Fuck you, old man." Melkor hadn't noticed that his skin started emitting steam and that his body grew hotter.

"Whoa, there cowboy you should watch your temper." As Terry noticed his new pupil was steaming from his body, and emitting quite a bit of heat, he stopped his laughter and held his hands up defensively. "Calm down, I didn't mean anything by it."

Melkor was confused as to why the old man had started backing down until he saw his image in a mirror, and gasped in awe. 'I look handsome when I'm angry, lemme try something...' Melkor then turned around and fixed his gaze upon an old dresser, that was pretty much empty.

"What are you doing kiddo?" Terry asked worriedly.

Melkor just took a breath and raised his hand. He brought it down with superhuman speed, and the old wood of the dresser gave away beneath his strike. He also shouted something stupid while cleaving the dresser in half.

Upon seeing his new strength, Melkor was overcome with joy, and all of his anger instantly vanished.
"DID YOU SEE THAT??!!" He yelled with too much ecstasy escaping his throat.

"Yeah, that was awesome, but why did you shout...ora while doing it?"

"You wouldn't get it, Terry, that is reserved for people with good taste, who can also punch things."
He just smirked, knowing that reference was stupid, but he owned all of the references from back home, so he had to respect some of them.

"Okay... let's just go down and grab something to eat, shall we? You can train more than enough in your spare time, you've also got that duel with Sheathed Blade coming up tomorrow, so be sure to get ready."

Oh shit, he totally forgot to agree to duel the biggest and worst minotaur of them all, of course Melkor didn't think twice about the issued challenge when he was drunk. That which hath made him drunk hath also made him bold, and stupid. So he was dreading tomorrow.

Melkor just kept silent as he followed Terry in shame, oh what a day it had been.
And what a day tomorrow shall be.

Author's Note

Sorry for my long absence guys, had to struggle with college, but I hope to be getting back on track with this story, I also corrected most of my grammar mistakes, thank you all for your support. :) <3