“Looks like you survived your first day,” The older mage said, as soon as Bren entered his field of vision. “It took a bit longer than I expected, so I hope you were able to get something to eat, because for the next few hours I am afraid you won’t have the time for that luxury.” “I ate enough to last me until supper,” Bren said after rubbing his tongue over the still tender spots on the roof of his mouth. “Good to hear,” Sae-Thae said, leading Bren by the shoulder out of the room. “The first thing we need to do, is have you tested for your skills in magic. At your age, they are bound to shift a bit, but it will give us a starting foundation for what we have to work with. Every year, our mages have to retake the test until their scores stabilize, then we check every five years.” “Do they change that much?” Bren asked, having thought, from what the other mages said, that strength in magic was predetermined. “Not normally, but it has been known to happen, especially after a trauma.
