Childish Things

[Ashlynd]

"Sebastian James," The Grand Warlock takes a step towards us, his knarled hands with fingers steepled and visible while the rest of him is still in shadow.

My sister's son turns his head towards the voice. "I know you," he says with absolute confidence. "You're the bad man from the..."

The small child falls to the ground silent, his eyes closed, his body still.

"That is how you deal with a moon pup," he pushes the little boy's leg with the toe of his boot. "Don't worry, he'll still be useful later and none of the others should be a problem."

I nod obediently, but what I want to do is ask him how he knew who this child is, and more importantly, how the child recognized him in return. That shouldn't be possible. Nobody can see past the Grand Warlock's shadow. It is a spell that is as ancient as our order, a way to protect his identity.

And yet a small wolf pup of 5 years old knew his secret in a manner of minutes.

But where would little Bash have encountered him? How does