A/N: This is just an attempt to capture how beautiful I think it must have
been for the founders of Hogwarts, what a friendship they must have once
had. It's also to test my more dramatic writing skills, which I hardly ever
attempt to utilise. Maybe this'll help me, eh? ^_~ Hope you like it!
Disclaimer: I own nothing, as of yet, but the storyline (unless you count the axe, perhaps ^_~). JK Rowling and Warner Brothers own the rest.
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Sunlight streamed through the gaps in the trees as I walked along in the forest, my axe slung over my shoulder. My feet made indents in the soft moss as I moved towards the smaller growths of this vast ocean of trees and greenery. A raven called from somewhere up in one of the taller trees above my head and I smiled. Ravens always reminded me of her. Everything reminded me of her! I swung my axe back and threw it. It sailed through the air and embedded itself in a large, dramatic oak. I looked up, shielding my eyes against the sun so I could study the upper branches. I found one that I could reach from the ground that was about the right size. With one hard swing of my axe, it fell to the ground with a rustle and a thump. I picked it up and leaned it against the tree, deciding I'd leave all the branches here until it was time to take them back.
I closed my eyes and spun, axe held out in front of me. Then, just as she had said would happen, it sailed out of my hand as if of it's own accord. I opened my eyes and found it firmly stuck in a large ash. I only just managed to pull it out. Then I once again looked for a suitable branch and cut it down once I found it. Rustle, thump. So, I had two and I needed four. Only two more cuts to make and I could go back. Keeping my eyes firmly fixed on the ash tree in front of my, I flung my axe towards the right side of me. I didn't look over until I heard something fall. Then I looked and saw that the axe had cut down a small sapling of it's own accord. Upon closer examination I found it was a bay sapling. What was a small bay tree doing in the middle of a wild oak forest? The ash was understandable, there were a few of those around, but I always thought bays were what I would find in my companions herb gardens. I shrugged and picked it up. I sent both the bay tree and ash branch back to the oak where I would leave them to be picked up later with a well-placed banishing charm.
I picked up the axes silver handle and looked at its diamond blade. It had been an expensive axe to make, but it would be worth it at the end. I smiled. Now, what had she said to do next? Her words came back to me, exactly as she had said them, tone and everything.
"Then turn into the sunlight and find the tree who's shadows falls directly upon your shoulders." Here she looked up and smiled. "And that'll be the last one. Good luck, off your go." She had kissed me and shooed me out the door, probably looking forward to some time of quiet so she could get some work done.
I looked and found the tree who's shadow fell upon my. Looking into the sun as I was, I could not see what sort of tree I would be taking as my last. I swung the axe at it, and it embedded itself at the joint of one of the branches. As I wrenched it out I noticed that the tree it had chosen was a large willow. In front of me was a quickly flowing stream in a bed of smooth, round rocks. I made quick work of the willow tree, simply cutting off the branch that the diamond axe had landed nearest and banishing it back to the other branches by the oak tree. Then I knelt down be the stream and plunged my face into it. The mid-august day was hot, and I needed the refreshment. Then I stood up, shook the water out of my hair, put the delicate but deadly axe in my belt, and made my way back out of the forest, after summoning the branches that I had so carefully selected.
I came out of the forest next to the lake, and waved to the giant squid, which wiggled its tentacles back at me. I caught sight of the house and smiled. The Slytherin estates were large, but the castle that used to stand on these ground was destroyed in one of their many petty battles. The house the now stood on the edge of the lake opposite the forest was large, but most would not consider it fit for nobles of their stature, but they were happy with it for now. It had four levels and a cellar, and on each level there were two bedrooms and a main workroom where they could also make and eat food if they didn't want to go out that evening. All of my companions were adapt in cooking but we had enough money that we could always go out to one of those few restaurants they had in town. I broke into a run, eager to be back at the house, see how preparations were going. I burst through the door, nearly breaking it down.
"I have the wood!" I cried, eager to hear her voice, hear her congratulate me. I turned the corner and saw her poised over some parchment, quill in hand, prepared to begin writing with a moments notice. She was a dark figure of intelligence and elegance, stature and grace. Her chestnut brown hair was pulled back into a knot at the base of her neck, but was starting to come out of its ties, her blue dress set off her tanned skin and dark chocolate eyes. She was dark in every feature, but the light of life was clearly visible in her eyes. She looked up at me in surprise, and then smiled when she saw the branches I carried. That smile never failed to crack my hard exterior shell and melt the heart that I tried to keep so well protected. I smiled back and propped the branches up on the wall, walking over to kiss her, hug her, and just be near her. She is the truth within lies, the light within darkness.
She is Rowena Ravenclaw, The life and love of me, Godric Gryffindor.
Disclaimer: I own nothing, as of yet, but the storyline (unless you count the axe, perhaps ^_~). JK Rowling and Warner Brothers own the rest.
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Sunlight streamed through the gaps in the trees as I walked along in the forest, my axe slung over my shoulder. My feet made indents in the soft moss as I moved towards the smaller growths of this vast ocean of trees and greenery. A raven called from somewhere up in one of the taller trees above my head and I smiled. Ravens always reminded me of her. Everything reminded me of her! I swung my axe back and threw it. It sailed through the air and embedded itself in a large, dramatic oak. I looked up, shielding my eyes against the sun so I could study the upper branches. I found one that I could reach from the ground that was about the right size. With one hard swing of my axe, it fell to the ground with a rustle and a thump. I picked it up and leaned it against the tree, deciding I'd leave all the branches here until it was time to take them back.
I closed my eyes and spun, axe held out in front of me. Then, just as she had said would happen, it sailed out of my hand as if of it's own accord. I opened my eyes and found it firmly stuck in a large ash. I only just managed to pull it out. Then I once again looked for a suitable branch and cut it down once I found it. Rustle, thump. So, I had two and I needed four. Only two more cuts to make and I could go back. Keeping my eyes firmly fixed on the ash tree in front of my, I flung my axe towards the right side of me. I didn't look over until I heard something fall. Then I looked and saw that the axe had cut down a small sapling of it's own accord. Upon closer examination I found it was a bay sapling. What was a small bay tree doing in the middle of a wild oak forest? The ash was understandable, there were a few of those around, but I always thought bays were what I would find in my companions herb gardens. I shrugged and picked it up. I sent both the bay tree and ash branch back to the oak where I would leave them to be picked up later with a well-placed banishing charm.
I picked up the axes silver handle and looked at its diamond blade. It had been an expensive axe to make, but it would be worth it at the end. I smiled. Now, what had she said to do next? Her words came back to me, exactly as she had said them, tone and everything.
"Then turn into the sunlight and find the tree who's shadows falls directly upon your shoulders." Here she looked up and smiled. "And that'll be the last one. Good luck, off your go." She had kissed me and shooed me out the door, probably looking forward to some time of quiet so she could get some work done.
I looked and found the tree who's shadow fell upon my. Looking into the sun as I was, I could not see what sort of tree I would be taking as my last. I swung the axe at it, and it embedded itself at the joint of one of the branches. As I wrenched it out I noticed that the tree it had chosen was a large willow. In front of me was a quickly flowing stream in a bed of smooth, round rocks. I made quick work of the willow tree, simply cutting off the branch that the diamond axe had landed nearest and banishing it back to the other branches by the oak tree. Then I knelt down be the stream and plunged my face into it. The mid-august day was hot, and I needed the refreshment. Then I stood up, shook the water out of my hair, put the delicate but deadly axe in my belt, and made my way back out of the forest, after summoning the branches that I had so carefully selected.
I came out of the forest next to the lake, and waved to the giant squid, which wiggled its tentacles back at me. I caught sight of the house and smiled. The Slytherin estates were large, but the castle that used to stand on these ground was destroyed in one of their many petty battles. The house the now stood on the edge of the lake opposite the forest was large, but most would not consider it fit for nobles of their stature, but they were happy with it for now. It had four levels and a cellar, and on each level there were two bedrooms and a main workroom where they could also make and eat food if they didn't want to go out that evening. All of my companions were adapt in cooking but we had enough money that we could always go out to one of those few restaurants they had in town. I broke into a run, eager to be back at the house, see how preparations were going. I burst through the door, nearly breaking it down.
"I have the wood!" I cried, eager to hear her voice, hear her congratulate me. I turned the corner and saw her poised over some parchment, quill in hand, prepared to begin writing with a moments notice. She was a dark figure of intelligence and elegance, stature and grace. Her chestnut brown hair was pulled back into a knot at the base of her neck, but was starting to come out of its ties, her blue dress set off her tanned skin and dark chocolate eyes. She was dark in every feature, but the light of life was clearly visible in her eyes. She looked up at me in surprise, and then smiled when she saw the branches I carried. That smile never failed to crack my hard exterior shell and melt the heart that I tried to keep so well protected. I smiled back and propped the branches up on the wall, walking over to kiss her, hug her, and just be near her. She is the truth within lies, the light within darkness.
She is Rowena Ravenclaw, The life and love of me, Godric Gryffindor.