SORCERER (The Elemental Magic Series Book 1) by Michael Nowotny Read Free Book Online Page A

he suspected it would other than the fact that the farm's owner was considering petitioning the crown for a writ of township.
    Father Brandon tore open the second one and read it. It was short and to the point. One of the local boys had manifested the ability for magic and Marcus was going to try to find a way to test him.
    He pinched his nose between two fingers in concentration. If he was right and the boy had power it could mean one of the older magic families wasn't dead. The area was originally owned by several of them in the far past. If a forgotten line was coming out it would have to be taken care of or at least watched closely.
    He almost didn't want to open the last letter afraid of what it might mean.
    Tearing it open anyway and reading carefully he sat back heavily before reading it again. The boy had power, a lot of power and control that sounded frightening. On top of all that he had affinities for fire and water, two that would be dangerous even for a wizard let alone a sorcerer and if he was a Mage that would be a recipe for disaster. It was enough to give him indigestion.
    Father Brandon set his chair down and left his office with the letters.
    “I've gone to speak with Father Tillman if anyone comes looking for me,” he told Bart.
    He walked down the bare halls of temple until he came to the outer offices of Father Tillman. Taking a deep breath and letting it out slowly he opened the door and stepped through.
    The reception area was a comfortable setting with comfortable chairs that matched the rug beneath them. Paintings on the walls depicted some of the gods in their various acts of greatness. He told the under priest that he needed to speak with Father Tillman as soon as he was available and took a seat to wait.
    Normally if it wasn't this serious Father Brandon
would have just asked Bart to forward the letters on for him but this required him to come personally.  Father Brandon really wished he could have just taken the letters to his own superior but protocol was very explicit in these matters. He waited for what felt like an eternity, the comfortable chair becoming less so.
    Father Tillman opened his door and Father Brandon stood to bow to a superior.
    “Father Brandon, I believe. What can I do for you on such a beautiful day?” He held out an arm showing him in to the office.
    It was much like Father Brandon's own but with furniture that was much less humble. From the cherry topped wood desk to the matching chairs, it made the office look much richer indeed.
    Father Brandon took one of the offered chairs and handed over the letters. Father Tillman read them in the same order he had, his face turning from a passive look of peace to one of controlled excitement. The man lived for the chase and didn't care who knew it. He set the letters off to one side and picked up a quill.
    “Tell me about the area and the people that live there. I need to know about the boy's family and any relatives he might have,” said Father Tillman as he dipped his quill in ink.
    “The boy's name is Alec Carter. He's an orphan being raised by his Aunt, Karen Carter. I'm certain their family has been in the area for quite some time. His mother’s last name was Polseen I believe,” said Father Brandon.
    Father Tillman asked him several questions but none he knew the answers to. Father Brandon told him the area was once home to a now dead magic family called Palstar and that there might be a possibility that the Polseen family could have been an off shoot of them or a combination of them and the Stalleen family that was never recorded because neither thought they had any power. It was clear conjecture on Father Brandon's part but Father Tillman wrote it down anyway.
    Father Tillman told him that he would take care of things from there and if he came across any more information to bring it strait a way.
    With Father Brandon gone from his office he set about writing to some of his contacts. The boy would be coming through