Salazar
The sun rose over the valley peacefully. The morning dew on the leaves of the plants rested while the plants themselves swayed here and there. The peacefulness of the valley was suddenly interrupted by the sound of hooves beating against the hard soil. "Salazar!" yelled a young man, by the look of it, maybe in his early twenties. He was tall and handsome. His short blond hair did a good job of staying still even though by the look of things they were in the middle of gallop. He had a sword out on one hand, and the other on the reins of the horse.
"What?" yelled another man of the same age. He had stopped his white mane a little bit ahead of Godric, so could admire the view of the valley without Gryffindor in the way. Instead of Godric, he had long black hair and green eyes. His pale skin was perfect and smooth. A small beard made a way around his lips and ended in a small goatee. He glanced back towards Godric with an indignant look.
"Wait for the others! Rowena and Helga are still climbing the hill, gain a little patience." Gryffindor explained.
"It's not my fault they're so slow. My horse is just the best, I guess." Salazar replied, jokingly. After all, in Salazar's eyes, they were just slowing down the journey. He wanted to go down to the field and explore the endless stream of green below. A few rivers rested there and there, which led into the main stream. He studied the stream curiously. He egged his horse forwards to see what the stream led too, as the map had not indicated for an opening to the sea from the valley. "My god," he whispered to himself, "Godric! Everyone! Come look at this!"
Salazar looked back to see that Helga and Rowena had finally made it. Helga was a plump lady, but a fair one as well. She had curly hair which led down to her waist, but she had tied it up in a neat bun. Rowena on the other hand was beautiful. Her dark hair led down to her shoulders where it twisted up in curls. Her fair skin made her seem like a princess, and Salazar hoped that one day he might the be the prince that she would be looking for.
Salazar motioned for everyone to come forward, and then they all saw it. It was a beautiful lake which sat on the bottom of an overhanging cliff. It was deep blue and just simply breathtaking. "By god, the is one of the most amazing sights I have ever seen other than…" but his voice trailed off as Salazar entered deep thought. Who had made all of this. He hadn't noticed that he was slowly going forward, and then all of the sudden, he was kicked out of his mind by a sudden drop. His horse had slipped on the edge of the cliff and now they were falling down onto the hard stone that lay below. "Prohibere!" shouted Godric.
Salazar lay frozen in the middle of the air, paralyzed with shock. "Wingardium Leviosa!" shouted Godric, and Salazar started to levitate up away from the ground. When he had finally gotten over the shock of what happened. He looked down to see his crippled mane, lying dead on the jagged rocks below. It seemed so beautiful and peaceful from his view, and the world had served another unfair and cruel death to the innocent. The world is a cruel place indeed.
"Be careful next time!" exclaimed Helga, "What would have happened if Godric wasn't there to save you? Huh? Speak up!" Her cheeks were becoming red with anger. He glanced towards Rowena, and she had an embarrassed look on her face. He had failed once again.