The wind howled, the rain hammered on the roof, Neve sat in the cupboard, hugging her knees to her chest.
It had been hours since the shouting and screaming had subsided, but the blood curdling screams of her mother still rang fresh in her ears, the shouts of her father as he watched the hooded figures drag her mother out of the door and into the storm, the scuffling sound of her father being shoved out afterwards, the sound of metal on flesh followed by mumbled speech and finally silence only for the sounds to rise again in memory on a never-ending loop.
She dared not open her eyes, she dared not peer out into the gloom and darkness that was once her home but some thing urged her to be brave, an unknown sense of warmth, she lifted her head and listened, she could hear voices, soft whispers in the darkness, slowly she pushed the door to the cupboard open, just a enough to look into the darkness, to see who the whispers belonged to.
"we have no idea what happened here, you have no proof that this was the work of apostates"
"none the less, you can sense the magic here just as much as i can, you cannot deny it's presence, we cannot leave until we know if it Simply lingers or if the Mage is still here"
She didn't get the feeling that she was in any danger, she opened the door fully to see two men with their backs to her, one, clothed in full length robes, carrying a long staff , the other, clad in heavy armor, a Mage and a Templar.
"come Irving, lets not waste any more time"
"wait"
With that the two men turned.