Salazar growls internally.
Why did he leave?
Even he doesn't know.
He should know. He has always known where the twisting path that is Destiny would lead him.
It's unsettling, without ambition. He wonders how Godric and Helga manage without it. Rowena, for her part, has a fair share of ambition.
He had promised himself that he wouldn't become like his father before him.
He had promised himself that he would pay no matter on that cheat's prophecy.
But at the end, the Fates had had him.
...Finally, you will betray your friends and woe your lover.
And thus begins my obsession over the Founders' Era. These will all be drabbles of about this length or a bit longer, in maybe five or sixth chapters.