teacher of the ages

Readjusting to civilised life was more difficult than he thought, mostly he’d avoided his family thus far. They were a different breed, not bad.. different. It was taking the near recluse a moment to get used to everything. He embraced the challenge though, and continued with his work. He still hadn’t been back to reclaim that sample of sticky tar, maybe he’d take a walk that direction today and get it. He was still trying to find his purpose, a feat that didn’t come easily. He wasn’t made for hunting and he couldn’t even protect himself. The albino magician shook himself as he raised his eyes to the sky as it slowly lightened with morning.