A Tale Worth Telling
Prologue
Hogwarts school as a grand castle with sweeping towers, high battlements, and wide windows. With no true blue print it has proven impossible to over take, though not from lack of trying. But this tale is not to talk about the castle (although the castle is in it) but to talk about the people who built it. And it seems that other would like to hear the tale as well.
"Lady Rowena! Lady Rowena! Tell us a story!" The calls of the children echoed in the Great Hall and reached to the heavens portrayed on its ceiling. "Must you have a story tonight? I really do wish to read this book." And to prove her point she lifted the book of hide bound paper and waved it. "But Lady, please!"
"I don't think that they are going to leave you alone Rowena" As Rowena huffed laughter drifted from the high placed table that the four founders sat at. "Well Salazar, if you think that then why don't you tell them a story?" Brown eyes glittered as they looked up from bound pages and a hand swatted a curtain of flame colored hair away. Her answer was prompt and emerald eyes glittered back. "Because they are asking for you."
A snort after this statement greeted them and they looked to the other people of their table trying to find who snorted. "Rowena that trick may work on Godric but not on Salazar." Ignoring the protests from the last person at the table, blue eyes focused on the food once more and a hand absently brushed golden locks behind shoulders.
"Helga that was not fair amusement." Golden eyes meet blue and Helga smirked in response. " You just don't want to admit it Godric." A snicker came from Salazar and, in response, Godric reached over and gave Salazar's long silver braid a sharp tug which earned him a yelp in response. "Dammit! Godric why did you have to pull my hair? You don't see me pulling yours!" A glare was sent at the black hair that Godric had tied at the nape of his neck.
The children, who had been quiet to watch the exchange, once more spoke up for a story. "Alright, alright. What do you want to hear?" Godric had given in when it was clear that the call's weren't going to stop anytime soon.
There was quiet at this announcement as the children debated with each other and those that were nearly adults, who had kept quiet, also gave their ideas when they heard that they would hear a story.
"Your tale" Was the story that was decided on. "Our tale? Why do you want to hear that?"
Godric looked to his companions who looked to one another when they heard this declaration. Godric tilted his head as he waited for an answer and he received small nods in response. "Are you sure you wish to hear this story? It is not really a happy one, if anything it is a tale of sorrow." The children called even louder at this for this story they had wished to know when they had first seen their teachers. For who hadn't heard of the myths surrounding them? The tales of the Shadow Dragon Assassins had stretched all through out Europe. Told every where from Taverns to bedsides all had all least heard rumors of the four. After all it was well known that you should 'Never tickle a sleeping Dragon'.