expect that so many people in one place outside of Torin could use magic.”
“Magic,” the master scoffed. “If that is what you wish to call it, then you may, but it is nothing more than having complete control over one’s body and mind.”
Bren took a close look at the masters and understood why they felt different. Most of them were not born with magical talents; they acquired them through their own perseverance. Bren was amazed he never considered that Magic could be learned outside of those born with the gift through their bloodline, but just as the masters said, it would take an extreme amount of control over one’s own body.
“We have watched you closely over the past few days and have decided that while you are not one of us, you are honorable people and shall be allowed sanctuary within our village,” the master said in a bland tone. “We advise you that while we are admitting you into our village, we suggest that you still watch yourselves. No decision is ever final, and if our views of you change, then so will that decision.”
The master’s tone had a ring of finality to it, so they moved toward the door feeling a large amount of relief. “Go on ahead I need to talk to them for a bit,” Bren said to the others.
“Then I will stay as well,” Cass said, stopping at the door.
“Not this time, Cass,” Bren said pushing his friend through the door. “What I need to say, I would like to keep between them and myself. I believe that will make things go much smoother, and I really need them to go smoothly.”
Cass gave Bren a worrisome look but didn’t say anything and left without complaint. Once Bren was sure that everyone was gone, he shut the door and turned back toward the masters.
“Can we help you, Lord Torin?” the elder asked as Bren turned back toward them.
“I think that you might be able to,” Bren said emotionlessly. “I have a problem…and I think you can help me solve the problem. I need to learn to control myself, or more to the point my emotions.”
“We have noticed that your aura is a bit different. In fact, more than a few of the people watching you have spoken of being afraid of the sheer amount of power you control. It is not because you pose a threat mind you, but they were afraid of what it would mean for your mind.”
“Master Yamato,” the other elder said that sat on Yamato’s right. “We should discuss this.”
“Yes we should, but first I think we should hear his reasons,” Yamato said looking back toward Bren. “Why do you seek our help? What is it that you think we can do to help you.”
“I have suddenly found myself able to use a large amount of power…far too much for my mind to handle. If I don’t learn to control it, I am afraid that it will control me,” Bren replied honestly.
“That is the fear of anyone who controls the elements,” the master said. “Though for most that would only mean a slight deviation in their actions. I believe that in your case, it would be much more severe. We do have those who can naturally use the arts, and we have seen what can happen when their emotions take control, and that is the last thing we wish to have happen during your stay in our village. We will talk among ourselves, and will let you know of our decision,” master Yamato said, his eyes moving to the door.
Bren took the hint and left the room. His mind was racing as he left the building. He hadn’t intended to ask the masters for anything when he went in, but with the realization that they could help him, he couldn’t help himself.
Outside, Bren found the others waiting on him, and oddly enough, Hayao looked the most relieved when he came out. Bren hadn’t thought about the pressure that the man had been under. Looking around, Bren noticed that everyone looked relieved. He hadn’t thought about the fact that they were all living under the threat of death for the past few days. Not for the first time, Bren hated the new way he viewed life. It was almost as if he was nothing but a spectator anymore.
“Master Torin,” Hayao said, bowing to Bren.
“When did I become master…I thought it was just Lord Torin?” Bren asked.
“I no longer have a house to call