Force of Magic

One Day

Chapter 15

A/N: hey y'all! Welcome back! Remember, I'm just the writer. Trezac's owned by Gabeherndon308.

Trezac sat mediating by a small pool, keeping a ear out as the kids played nearby. He could hear Ezran and Ellis giggling as Azymondias chased after...something. Reaching out through the force, he sensed the small, familiar pulse of one of the moon moths that flew around the area.

Another, powerful presence brushed against his own, and Trezac opened an eye, seeing Zym curiously looking at him. He felt the corner of his mouth tilt up, and he sent another gentle push causing the small dragon to jump in surprise, sending his mixed emotions of fear and excitement out clearly. That caused the padawan to chuckle, he remembered being like that. Control came with time, and time was currently something their newest comrade did not experience much of yet.

Zym did not appear to appreciate the amusement, and plopped beside him, closing his eyes as he tried to imitate the teen.

Trezac raised a brow. He gave Zym a minute of focus, tops.

"Come and get it everyone!" Lujanne called and Zym immediately took off.

Trezac gave a knowing sigh as he got up. Zym didn't even make it ten seconds; which wasn't surprising since he was a newborn, he was far too young to be learning how to control his connection to the force just yet.

Walking to the table, the padawan's brows rose as he saw a feast sitting on a table. It looked similar to the ones he used to attend with the Jedi—when they weren't out on assignments—though he didn't recognize some of the food.

"Elves and humans over here," Lujanna continued motioning to the table. "And those with three or more legs can sit over there," she pointed to several bowls on the ground, "with Phoe-Phoe."

Taking his seat, Trezac reached out to grab a piece of food only to frown as he sensed something coming from it. It...it almost felt like what he sensed when they were coming up the mountain.

"You have the best food here," Ezran moaned taking another bite, "what's your secret?"

"Well, my secret is...it's all fake," she smiled.

Callum stopped eating, sharing a look with the others, "What do you mean?"

"You know, fake," she repeated. "They're delicious illusions. You're actually eating grubs."

Trezac grimaced, pushing his plate away. Suddenly he didn't feel so hungry anymore.

Ezran, however, did not pick up on the actual implications of the Moon Mage's answer. "Oh, you must mean grub. As in, wow this is some good grub!"

"No..." Lujanne answered. "Do you see what Phoe-Phoe's eating?"

All heads turned to the bird. "That bowl of worms?"

"Yes! Those are grubs!"

"I don't care," Ellis remarked taking another mouthful as the two princes looked sick. "This illusion pie is the best I've ever had."

The brothers immediately started retching as Trezac scooched his chair away from the puking princes.

"Hey everybody," Rayla greeted waltzing over.

"Well you're in a good mood!" Ellis smiled.

"I am! It does fell good to have two working hands again—uh, no offense Ava."

Trezac frowned, "I understand the concept of not wanting to lose a limb, but can't you just replace it with a prosthetic? That's what Master Skywalker had to do when his hand got cut off."