I will help
The sorcerer circled the group.
Sitting cross-legged on the floor, six young witches stared at each other apprehensively. Not quite daring to raise their heads so he could see their eyes, they shifted nervously. He understood they were sure this was another form of torture.
And so, it starts. I have another damaged group of spell makers, who have such potential if I can only get them to understand their own worth. If I can get them past the bullying of their peers, they will have their own revenge.
“Introduce yourselves.” He lifted his arm, his hand slipping from black robes and pointed to the first elf. He had three of them in this gathering, the others were two fairies and a wyvern.
How had a wyvern ended up bullied to the point of needing my particular brand of help?
“Sylvin,” the elf was a boy, his voice squeaky with fear. “I’m just the idiot who will never cast a spell.”
Yes, indeed so it begins. He isn’t a dummy, none of them are. But they’ve been scorned and told they are worthless from the first moment they were accepted into the academy. They would need to understand, there are always going to be those who will look down on others. It isn’t their fault and once that key little thing becomes part of them, their recovery will be magnificent.
“Eggred,” the wyvern whispered. Hardly daring to look at the others. “I shouldn’t even be looking at you. My eyes are useless, I can’t even begin to mesmerize anyone. Mama says I’m a useless excuse, a waste of feathers.”
There were nods around the circle. The sorcerer looked them over and waited for the next introduction.
This group would be a challenge. Their situations so dire, they’d been removed from their families and brought to his village to be housed together. No one was sure I could help them transcend the conditioning of their early lives. These six, weren’t only abused at school, their parents, despicable sorts that they were, had started the job at birth.
I wish I could cast a spell and undo this mess, but it doesn’t work. I tried that with the first three who came to me, crying and asking to die. They were much older. I always thought of the disastrous results of thinking an incantation will do the job. I’ve learned the sooner we discover these poor children, the easier it is to change the way they think. The most difficult thing I’ve ever done, and more rewarding than the biggest most spectacular spell. Their healing will come from within.
The sorcerer stood patiently as each of the youngsters stumbled through this first exercise. He never prodded them to hurry up or cut into the process to speed it up. This was his way of letting them know they were important. As the last girl finished, he walked around them and then lowered himself between Eggred and Sylvin.
“You aren’t worthless. I’m here to teach you how to get past that. As the next weeks go by, you will come to understand the pain you are in is not your fault. You will learn to understand you have the power to overcome. You have already survived long enough to come to my special classes. I will be your teacher; your friend and the one who brings you out of this tortured existence you know as life.”
“I don’t believe you,” Bellini cried. Her wings fluttered, shaking as she dared to protest.
“You will!” the sorcerer declared. “Call me Indref. I will help.”