As Lynrael arrived at the gate of the Peverell Estate, he was sweaty, drenched in blood, and winded.

The guard opened the gate for him, and he walked as fast as he could to his room where Agrippus waited for him. His facial Expressions told Lynrael, that his Mentor was not amused.

"My dear student, how does it come, that you are here standing in front of me, covered in blood, winded and sweaty, 3 hours to late? If it was only half an hour, I would have scolded you, and nothing else, but it seems the master and I have been to generous with you. You wont be allowed outside for the next month, you will no be given dinner for the rest of the week, and after the month is over, we will see, if your allowed to run errants again." He looked Lynrael into the eyes. "Where is your Slave tag? And why are you covered in blood, do tell." Lynrael grew pale. 'I lost my dog-tag, shit!' "I-i was ex-exploring the city, when I was was dragged into an ally and nearly raped, but I-i was able to injure my attacker and flee" "is that so… then you my go and clean yourself. I expect you tomorrow at 8 am in the masters office. We will talk with him about other fitting punishments."

Lynrael nodded and waited till his mentor was gone and took his fresh clothes out of the Wardrobe and went to the Bathroom. He did not sleep very well this night, he laid crying in Wisdoms arms, for the first kill is always the worst one.

He waited nervously outside of the Masters office for his Mentor. He heard from a servant girl, that a Templar and a Town guard were already inside. And that was the part that made Lynrael nervous. Yes, a Templar here in Tevinter doesn't have the same power like these down in the South, but they were still the ones responsible for the Circles and the Security of the Chantry. If there was a Crime committed by a mage a templar was had to investigate together with the local authority.

So it was quite worrying, that a Templar was here. But it was not really a surprise.

The door opened and my mentor ordered me inside.

The Masters study was a work of Art, dark wood covered the Walls, a fireplace was placed against the wall and warmed the room, the Floor was covered in expensive carpets and there were shelf's full of books lining the walls. A massive writing desk was placed near the Window, two armchairs were placed in front of it for visitors and guests. The Templar sat in one of them, an elderly human male of probably noble blood, for his face was an artwork chiselled flesh as it was often the case for nobles. He had a shining plate armour with the flaming sword in front of it. The Master, Helios Peverell, a man not older than 40 sat in his Armchair behind the desk, he was a human too, also clearly a noble with his robes of expensive fabrics, black hair framing his handsome face, high cheekbones, full lips, a slightly pointed chin as well as pricing green eyes, from a magical respective he was quiet impressive too, nearly no magical energy leaked out of him as it was so often the case with even trained mages, an average magical pool filled the body. And the piercing eyes were directed at him, a small six year old slave. His voice was cool, indifferent, somehow razor sharp and still smooth like silk. "Imagine my surprise, when I was told half an hour ago that a Templer by the name of Sir Janus found your slave tag near the burned body of a elv, not even 9 hours old, burned by magic non then less. Tell me little boy, since when were you able to use magic, for your work with the elv in the ally yesterday night was not the work of magic unleashed for the first time."

"I started playing with my magic when I was around 4 years old. I could not sleep one night and wished for light. I felt something bubbling up to my skin and suddenly there was a flame in my hand. I had read about the dangers an untrained mage faced, so I was extra careful when I was asleep."

"For so long? And why did you not tell your teacher of this accident?"

"I – I did not want to lose my access to the library..."

Helios backhanded him "Don't lie to me, slave, you are still just one of my many slaves, and thus expandable"

"Y-Yes master. I feared your reaction..."

Sir Janus stood up from his armchair:

"Magister Peverell, I think we can agree that this was an accident. But I think it would be good if we let him show what he can do with his magic and then we can see how we proceed. The Circle is always searching for new talents. He could be taught there if you don't have the time needed. Of course only if he shows enough potential." Helios turned around towards the window and said

"We will see…"

Ten Minutes later they were in the park of the Peverell Estate. It had a small practice range designed for mages in training, and was usually used for the education of the children of the here living Peverell Family. It was not used since Magisters Peverell education, as his wife had died together with his first child during labour and he had never married again, and as such was childless, at least officially.

Lynrael was told to stand in the middle of the field and show his master and Sir Janus, what he taught himself.

Lynrael calmed himself as he thought about what he could show of, for some of the things he could do were just too far advanced or even forgotten by the Empire. He decided to start with some of the what he dubbed pallor tricks. He would then show some of his more offensive ability's that he played around with in the fade, and he would end it with a small elvhen chant, that he learned in his dreams.

He sat down and started his usual breathing exercises, something he carried over from his relation exercisers in his past life. It did wonders to his control over his powers especially when he performed magic that needed fine control. He breathed slowly in and out, listening to his breath, felling the energy swirling in him. He cleared his mind and started to focus solely on what he wanted to do.

Sir Janus and Magister Peverell were surprised how Lynrael started his demonstration. Meditation was not something very common. And their eyes widened when they saw what happened, something Lynrael did not seem to notice. A cloak of flames surrounded him and pulsed in rhythm with his breathing. He then opened his eyes and what they saw fascinated them. They were no longer violet but a mixture of fade green and Lyrium blue. And they seemed to stare right through them, and the cloak of flames started expand and form shapes. A swarm of fiery butterfly flew upwards combining mid flight into a mixture of birds, spreading outward still there was a frame of fiery birds and flowers. And inside this frames the flames came to life, scenes of historical battles described and written about in the Library, armies of flaming soldiers fighting against each other, mages hurling balls of fire into the masses. The flaming armies turned into two animals, a dragon and a griffin fighting against each other, streams of flames fell out of their wounds like blood out of a real wound, feathers and scales falling towards the frame. And after a few seconds of fighting the fiery constructs simply collapsed. There was only one disc of roaring flames suspended over Lynraels head. He stood up and lifted his hand into the direction of the farthest training dummy. The disc of fire launched missiles of red fiery flames towards the target and obliterated it. With the disc of flames gone, a lightning bolt flew out of his hand, jumping from dummy to dummy and setting it aflame. The green tint in Lynraels eyes died away, leaving only the Lyrium blue one. Sir Janus raised his hand to clap, but before he could start, Lynrael started chanting:

Elgara vallas, da'len
Melava somniar
Mala taren aravas
Ara ma'desen melar

Iras ma ghilas, da'len
Ara ma'nedan ashir

Dirthara lothlenan'as
Bal emma mala dir

Tel'enfenim, da'len
Irassal ma ghilas
Ma garas mir renan
Ara ma'athlan vhenas
Ara ma'athlan vhenas

It was an Dalish lullaby, but as it was chanted by Lynrael, the a small tree grew from the ground, and when he was finished, it stood there, its leafs in a vibrant green, its branches slowly swaying in the breeze, the whole tree thrumming with life.

The glow in Lynrael eyes disappeared entirely, and you could see that he was exhausted. He looked at his audience.

Helios Peverell was baffled. His bastard son, half elven, was able to perform works of magic normally only possible after years of training by another mage. And he was only 6 Years old, and trained by himself, probably getting ideas from the books he read. And deep inside Helios a sort of greed revealed itself. It was the perfect opportunity to show the world, that the House Peverell was still alive, and why it was still around. But he thought to himself: ' I don't have the time or patience to teach him. But at the Circle he could show off, and he would be thought much more than I could ever teach…. ' he opened his mouth and said to the still shocked Templar: "i think he is talented enough to be send to the Circle. I will write a letter to the First Enchanter and send him with you. He will stay at the Circle till Funalis, afterward s we will talk again about the living arrangements.

Come with me, I will write this letter now. Lynrael, you will go to your room and pack you belongings. Come to my study in an hour. "

"Yes master."

Hi there, sadly there will be no updates for the next 2 weeks, as im in Dublin for an language course, and wont be able to write something :( BUT i will update as soonas possible... im still working on my writing, please excuse any mistakes in grammar and writing... the lullaby is from the wiki :)

Till next time,

Fred

Sun sets, little one,
Time to dream
Your mind journeys,
But I will hold you here.

Where will you go, little one
Lost to me in sleep?
Seek truth in a forgotten land
Deep with in your heart.

Never fear, little one,
Wherever you shall go.
Follow my voice-
I will call you home.
I will call you home.