“The Eldr…” Master Jadis whispered. At the very utterance of the word a stinging chill ran up Hakon's spine and goosebumps protruded in the flesh of his arms. The word itself was magic and to be spoken from a High-Seidr such as Jadis it only made it that much more profound.
“The what?” Hakon asked curiously.
“Hakon, all Seidr's are born with their gifts and most know of them very early in age, much earlier than you I would surmise. Then there are those few who come to know the Eldr by chance. Those who go through nearly an entire childhood and even reach young adulthood before realizing that there is something entirely different about themselves; something that sets them apart from everyone else that they encounter in their lives. You said that your family had been slain did you not?” Th
