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A Good man

... remember any of this but you will think about what you did to me to drive me away. You'll think about why our children won't call or come by. Lastly you will spend the rest of your life trying to make it up to me." With that he started to go she called out, "good riddance asshole!" Not quite turning back he responded, "Yes my sentiments exactly," with a small smile he walked out and disappeared. Back at the motel he decided it was time to leave this place. Grabbing the few things that he wanted, he started thinking about where he wanted to go. Till he got a better handle on this, he needed to practice or use them or whatever the fuck he needed to do. First he needed to eat, nothing fancy just food, real food. Seeing a vacant house in his mind he was there almost as fast, hmmmmmm getting a little faster he saw, after just a few times. In the house he proceeded to make everything that he wanted there just by pointing. Nice! sitting he decided what he wanted to eat and it was there, ummm being served by naked women he reached out to touch them but they were like smoke. Damnit! I really need to get a handle on this! Well, at least the food was real. Smacking his head he realized all he had to do was ask. Ok, ok, thinking he asked just what the fuck is going on? A voice came into his head, <you are a possesser of magic in your body,it is usually in the blood, though the current level you possess is higher than I have ever seen> <Just who the fuck are you?> Tom thought. <You ...

... remember that little horn you picked up?> the voice asked calmly. <Yes of course, not easy to forget almost getting hit in the head> Tom replied. <That horn was a talisman or me, I am the spirit of the horn> the voice said almost happy sounding. <This ought to make it easier for you> the voice said then poof a young woman appeared. "There sir, this should help," laughing at the look on his face she waited for the next question. "Ok, I have questions. First off what am I?" Tom asked "Hmm well, let's see you're not a wizzard, though I feel the power you have and you might be one day. You're not a sage or seer you have much more power than that. I don't believe you're Magi I don't feel any deep religious beliefs. The same goes for a shaman or a witch, it appears that you are what I would call a white mage. The compassion you showed for you spouse in the face of her abusing you verbally spoke many, many volumes. "A white mage? This is something out of a farie tale, so I supposedly have powers?" Tom asked a little confused but grasping things faster and better than he thought he should. "Yes and it would appear that you are very strong, if you weren't somewhat powerful then you wouldn't have been able to see or pick me up." she replied. "So these powers? I can do what ever I want?" a nasty smile appeared on his face. "If you have the power yes, but there are a few things that were outlawed, the raising of the dead for one, it violates nature and souls and can have very harsh ...