Time is a waterfall; it constantly streams where gravity pulls it. Time moves forward, for never has there before been a waterfall that operates in reverse. Perhaps, however, since there were those who could manipulate water, if one of these mages tried hard enough, they could make the waterfall reverse its current. In theory, time could do the same. 

He had nothing but his looks, his magic, his family name, and his youth. Actually, that was quite a bit. Xanthus was the son of two nobles of magical blood, and his raw energy was immense. As far as his self-control was... well, it was rather nonexistent. Xan had applied for an apprenticeship for the almighty sage Ygnatius. Along with two other young men, he would be training under the old wizard in hopes of becoming his sole student. While the sage was known far and wide, every god had its disciples.

Ygnatuis' home was fairly simple, though it was fairly large. Xan, a young man of fifteen, stood right outside the double doors along with the two other boys. Xan had strange, unholy powers. His magic was all about sight being able to see things without your eyes. It was a complex and unorthodox concept, so it would be better to further review this later. 

Boldly, the red-haired young man knocked on he door with his bare hands. "Sir?" He asked politely.