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Why has the Fae Pearroc Seale assumed the glamour of a Wizard?
What’s his goal?
Pearroc Ciele poured Fae power into the newly learned wizard spell. Even as it flashed lightning bright, he recognized the weakness that shattered through the spell.
“If you are to pass yourself off as a wizard during the Trials, you must defend as a wizard would, not as a Fae would.”
He twisted his shoulders. The aged man never missed a point when teaching
wizardry. He might be too weary to rise from the chair provided by the arena master, but his black eyes snapped onto a flaw and his quick mind decoded the reason for that flaw. Fae spell contorted to look like wizardry: most wizards would miss the foundation hidden by the swirling energies. Pater Drakon never missed it.
Sine Pearroc’s springtime arrival, Drakon had trained him. Pearroc had selected the aged man, one of the few clan leaders who supported Faeron. A Blade sent in secret to the wizards by his queen the Maorketh Alaisa, he fumbled like a child at some lessons. He didn’t regret his apprenticeship to the master wizard, but it was High Summer, and still he trained.
The old wizard had a point. The Fae sparked power from the tangible element: a flame for Fire, soil for Earth, and on to Air and Water. Then they built the spell based on the power borrowed from the element.s Wizards needed nothing to spark power; it came from their essence. Though Pearroc wielded wizard-shaped power, he still needed a tangible element to initiate his spells. And as he fought to twist his spells to match to wizardry, he often dropped back to the easy Fae wielding.
The sudden clash of steel against steel jerked his head around. Power sparked at his fingertips.
“Stand down,” the Drakon clan leader said. “It’s a practice arena. Are you expecting someone to assassinate me?”