Great Britain – 975
Under a blanket of darkness, three tents stood in a clearing of a dense forest. A few scattered torches were the only light under a starless night sky as a young girl entered one of the tents and sat down to watch an ancient ritual.
"Aurora," a woman greeted her quietly. "I didn't think you would come."
A dark-haired man appeared behind her. "I knew she'd be here."
He gave her a smile.
For a moment, she considered leaving. Godric didn't know she was gone yet. She could sneak back before he ever realized she'd left. That was what she should do. He'd made it clear he didn't want her involved in this.
But her heart was beating fast, not from fear that he might catch her, but from excitement. The energy in the tent was intoxicating.
She nodded to the pair. "I want to learn."