Tests

Brenton led the way to a wide open grassy field. Apparently he had used this particular field to practice his magic for the last five hundred years. Treasca looked around warily, what exactly did he want her to do? As if in answer to her thoughts he said, "I want you to start small. If you are an elf you will be able create something from nothing easily as long as it if of natural origins."

Treasca shrugged she had never thought to try it but she was willing to try. "What should I make?" She asked eagerness suprising even herself. Brenton smiled then said "Why not your favorite flower?"

Treasca closed her eyes thinking hard of lilac bushes. Their sweet smelling purple blooms feeling her mind. She extended her hand pointing thinking hard and sending the energy out. She opened her eyes and saw a perfect formed lilac bush sitting there as if it has been there for years. Brenton clapped his hands slowly.

"That is very good indeed. I suppose it will take more than just that to prove to you what you are?"

Treasca said nothing just stared at the flowers. Doubt was creeping into her mind. Was she really not even her parents child at all? She thought about telling Brenton about her biological father. Could he have been a elf?