Five Sanguinolent Golden Rings

By scifilover365

Prologue: Cold

Cold would be an understatement today, Umber thought as he sat his horse a little outside the clearing where the meeting would be held. He felt again at the pouch hanging at his belt feeling the weight and tracing the outline of the rings inside. His seer had spent the last two days in this clearing trying to see the result of this meeting. She had come back late that night telling him it was too wrapped in fate. The signs changed from minute to minute one good, one bad, one light, one dark-she would not tell him anything specific though he was sure that there were some things that she was certain of about today. A whistle from behind him made him wheel his horse around. None of guests today were to come from behind. He barely felt the arrow that hit him square in the chest but he felt the wind as he fell from his horse, the ground as he hit it, the blood that he coughed up when he saw his killer and uttered his last word "You". Then all he could feel was cold.


A/n: This is written in response to Swiss Misses 12 days of Christmas Challenge found at and Umber Trueblood is a creation of her mind that I adopted.

I know this is short the chapters will be longer. This is unbetaed though the rest hopefully will be. Please review if you read.

Of course I don't own Harry Potter of any other recognizable character I just like to play with them.