Alone by the Well

Arcanus awoke from a deep sleep. Frustrated by his body's need to relieve itself he rolled around for a moment before heading to the outhouse. The early morning air was cool and light had not yet graced the horizon. He called forth light with a word in the ancient tongue and hurriedly tiptoed toward the outhouse. As he finished he could hear a quiet voice talking in a hasty tone. He left the outhouse and sought the voice out. By the well he spied Carrabus gesturing and speaking.

Carrabus spoke quietly,"I have done what you said but the ring hides it's secrets from me! How then should I take my father's place if I cannot use even the lowliest of his treasures."
A lighter voice spoke spoke from the gloom about Carrabus. "It is simple my master. You are not yet of sufficient power to use it. Its power will open to you as you learn. We sent you because others crave its power and..."
A deeper voice interjected loudly. "Do not use their names! Their names are powerful. We may draw their attention."
"I was going to say," said the other voice in an annoyed whisper," they will not move directly against you. So long as you seek your fathers treasures they cannot move directly against you, such is the pact."
A third burbling voice spoke,"Now that we have answered this question you may ask two more."
Carrabus bit his lip, "Where will I find the Stone? It was said he could know his enemy's weaknesses by looking at them while he wore it."
The deep voice answered exhaling loudly, "The Stone is on the Isle you now seek. It sits around the neck of one of the lieutenants who dwells there. He knows what it can do and uses it secretly to move up the ladder of command."
"Also be wary," said the lighter voice "An enemy can be made of the Ancient Guardians that care for the Isle. They respected your Father's place and power they may not do the same for you."
"Your last question please, time grows short." Spoke the burbling voice.
"Will you show me more of the Storm Lord's ways?" Carrabus said with a touch excitement in his voice.
"Yes,my master it is the least we can do", replied the lighter voice. "Think of a bolt of lightning. Imagine its moment, visualize the dance it takes as it crosses from sky to earth. Hear the cracking sound of air burning and energy released. Just as fire comes from a spark so too can lightning. Build the spark in your mind, become it then move as you see the dance of lightning from sky to earth. All who you touch you will feel your wrath!
"Yes! I can feel it!" He said.
In that moment he was lightning with thought. His only thought to burn. I the blink of an eye he had moved from the well through a tree about 30 feet away leaving a burning mark in that line. His hair stood on end and he laughed softly to himself.
"Thank you my friends!" he called out. He turned back to the inn with a powerful bearing. He felt as if he could walk on air. "Air... yes I think flying with be next on the list to learn."

Arcanus watched the spectacle that his companion had done. To his knowledge not many can use magic just as Carrabus did though it is possible. The air smelled burned and salty. Arcanus walked to the well and discovered nothing that would be useful in a ritual. The water of the well held no lingering magics. He had hear every word Carrabus had said and thought, "Perhaps his claims are true. There are many being that can choose not to be seen and heard if they want to. Though the evidence suggests otherwise. If it is madness then I hope to not become a victim of it." Arcanus let the arcane light diminish as the horizon became alight. He turned and walked back to the Inn. Unclear of what to do decided he would deal with it after breakfast.