"Miss, how did you get that fairy?" Elyn calls out softly as if talking to the air out of nervousness rather than the woman. She looks up from guiding the warriors with a brief look of surprise on her face.
"You speak the lost but do not know magic?" she answers cautiously looking in my direction standing there in her black robe and hood as if asking me the question instead. She waves the orb of light around as if to distract Elyn while she asks me.
"That might be another thing we have forgotten, it wouldn't be trouble to explain it to a child would it?" I attempt to reason with her while planning to listen in on the side.
She looks like she might sigh but instead nods as if to agree. After taking a brief glance at the camp, probably checking if there is anything left to do, the woman pulls over one of the knocked over chairs before sitting down.
"Magic, the ruling class wants people believe something inborn. Something impossible teach." Her broken english distracting me but Elyn seems to be hanging on every word with a gaze of amazement. "This would usually be true test to if you are one of them or not. Unfortunately I learnt differently and the result of your test won't make me see you as special. This because I found that magic ties directly to this lost language, the language you speak well. As long as you say words to make the image in your mind, you will feel like you are pulling on the world slightly before being able to use the spell you cast."
She looks up at both of us as if checking we are looking while pointing her palm at the same tree my knife ended up in. "Spirit of Earth congeal and pierce." She mutters loud enough for us to hear but seems to be focused a lot more on what she is doing.
Slowly after a second a small rough cone about a foot long, grows in front of her hand before launching at a speed similar to the speed I threw my knife. I can feel Elyn jump slightly as she watches the whole thing happen before she goes entirely still, probably thinking about what she saw.
"Any words work as long as they make sense?" I confirm with the woman briefly as I plan to test it. She nods in reply.
I take a deep breath, suppressing my childhood memories shouting out spell names when I was back at school.
"Spirit of water, condense and rain." I choose water since it should be the least harmless type to use.
I feel the air around me focus near my hand, I feel the world tugging at my skin pulling my perception apart. The embrace of an emptiness which starts echoing in my head. A voice talking like a cool breeze in my ears.
My hand starts to feel cold, damp as moisture collects around it, waving my hand slightly I see drops of water fall off it. In that moment I feel connected to the many things around me, the power to influence them slightly.
I reach out with my mind, feeling out towards the nearby tree and watch as the water on my hand slowly gravitates towards the tree, slowly but surely crawling outwards. I blink in reflex to my astonishment.
I keep trying to focus and feel the world around me as my senses reach out even further, I can feel the wind moving but I can even feel the few leaves falling in the wind.
My mind fills up with thoughts, the water at my fingertips falls to the ground.
The world goes black.