Harry Potter
The groups returned back to the castle some time later as the sun was beginning to set.
Raine and Jacques came with them to meet with Aristotle's group. Aristotle smiled, allowing the newly joined groups to take a little walk with the newcomers.
The sun was beginning to sink in the sky; Harry hadn't realized how long we'd been gone and how the time flew by so quickly.
Those who were with Aristotle quickly befriended Raine and Jacques and told them of the escapades with Aristotle's brother, Orion, and the situation with warriors and enemy groups.
Harry frowned, remembering the prophecy back at Camp Half-Blood. Maybe the two threats were linked.
Ezereal grinned when the other group mentioned a warriors quarters, along with the apprenticeship to a warrior. "Typically, I go to one of those too. Except I'm usually in the west gate quarters. I train about every day, but today's my break."
It was nice hearing the apprentice talk about his duty. It seemed the more they stayed here, the more they were learning about this strange culture.
They stopped at a small house on the corner, which Raine and Jacques waved before heading inside. Ezereal smiled after them.
The sun was starting to dip below the horizon, setting the distant heathery fields to flame. The fiery colors flared, lighting the sky in an assortment of shades. It was so peaceful here, calm and beautiful.
They'd reached the castle just as the light was beginning to fade, the sun sinking under a sea of grass.
Ezereal departed for home, which was very near to the castle, and they entered, being directed to the Libra wing.
They stayed up for a little while, sharing the details missed in the conversation outside, when the other group mentioned the Vanquished again. This time, Harry decided to voice his thoughts.
"What if the two threats are linked? You know, like the Vanquished and the threat from the prophecy back at Camp Half-Blood."
The others looked skeptical, so I brought up, "We had to be brought here for a reason, right? It's not like those woods brought us somewhere random."
The others looked more solidified.
"We don't know for sure," said Percy, "but it makes sense. Besides, with the looming threat, there's bound to be an attack at some point. We just have to find the trigger."
Harry paused, thinking over this. Then he voiced what they were all thinking.
"What if we're the trigger?"