Once upon a time, there was a magician

Once upon a time, a feeble boy lived in the streets of a huge city.

To eat, he worked doing favors for slaves who would give him food in the place of money.

To sleep in the cold nights, he would search for nearby farms who let the doors opens and snuggle up among the animals.

He did not remember his mother or father faces, the only thing he thought about where food, shelter and water.

One day saw a very scary woman beating a slave, just a normal day, he thought.

But them, the old woman, she fainted still with the beating stick in her hand.

The slave flee for his life.

The boy stared the old woman, and the woman remained laid down in the dirty street.

The boy did not know what "help" was, nobody never helped him because he was something poorer than a commoner, a street orphan.

And the woman on the floor was no different, an old woman dying.

Nobody would help her, it would be even better if a bad woman like her just stayed there forever.

The boy kept staring.

He remembered how he dislik