[ PI ] The longer a spell takes to invoke , the more potent its effects . A single wizard has been casting a spell for hundreds of years . Today , he is finally done .

It had been over three hundred years since the archmage had started chanting the spell, and still no one knew just what the spell did. No one but the archmage who had n't been able to stop chanting long enough to explain it to his aprentices ( or former aprentices ). 
 
 It had started on a monday, at 8:34 am, the archmage got up from bed late, much like he did everyday since becoming immortal, after all when you have all the time in the world, you can afford to spend a few more hours sleeping. But i digress, the archmage got up from bed at 8:34, took a quick shower and went into the communal eating area where the students of the university were already eating their toasts, breads, cerals, donuts and drinking it all down with a nice glass of milk. He looked around at the few late students selecting their breakfast from the table where the servants everyday placed the food, and finally, with a determined air and swift steps he turned around and promptly left. 
 
 His aprentice who had already finished eating noticed his arrival and prompt departure, and curious about what caused a man who so loved his first donut of the day to just leave like that without even eating anything, decided to follow him. 
 
 And that is how the archmage was found chanting, in a circle decorated with magical symbols, and that is where he remained for the next 314 years. 
 
 And it was on this day, 314 years later that, under the watch of his many aprentices, he finally finished chanting. 
 
 One second passed, then two, and yet, nothing happened. 
 
 A seemingly young man, who had been aprenticed to the archmage since his early childhood, and who had been taught the secret to immortality by him, opened his mouth to speak, and that is when it happened... 
 
 **xxxxxxx** 
 
 It was monday, the clock on the wall showed 8:29 am. The archmage got up from bed, took a quick shower, and promptly got dressed and exited his room and headed towards the cantine. 
 
 Grabbing the last donut, and smiling apologetically to the young wizard in training who had been about to grab it for himself, a glass of milk and a toast and some butter, he quickly sat down at a table where one of his aprentices ( who had nearly finished eating ) was sitting. 
 
 The aprentice remarked 
 
 `` I'm surprised you're not late, you do n't usually get up at this hour'' 
 
 The archmage smiled 
 
 `` You know i'm never too late for my morning donut.'' 

