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IV - Innocence
"Have you seen Godric?" A worried Helga asked Rowena. "I checked his rooms. He is not in any of them."
"It is all right," replied Rowena with a reassuring smile. "I saw him a while ago. He was on his way to the forest."
Helga paused. "... Again?"
"You know how he is, Helga."
"Yes, I know, but still... It has only been a few days since-" Helga broke off, leaving the sentence incomplete as her eyes hardened with anger.
Rowena breathed out softly, understanding what was left unsaid.
"I am going after him," Helga declared. She hesitated when Rowena told her that Salazar was already following Godric.
~*~*~
They would not come to him anymore. Godric felt dizzy with pain, but not from the shameful injuries he had suffered. He would recover from that. He would. He would make sure he would.
But there was one thing he had lost forever.
... They will not come to me anymore.
~*~*~
Godric was a fine huntsman who knew how to move stealthfully when he desired, leaving no mark or trace behind of his passing. Though he was only twenty-three years old, he was already considered as one of the foremost masters in hunting and capturing wild beasts, magical creatures and such.
But there was something wrong, for Salazar was able to follow the tracks of the other wizard's passage through the woods.
This is so unlike Godric, thought Salazar as he stopped to pick up a broken twig from the forest floor.
Suddenly, from up ahead, he heard a soft call and an undecided-sounding equine whicker. Concerned, he moved towards the direction of the noises quickly. Salazar came out into a small open space in the thick dense undergrowth just in time to see the white flash of a unicorn's hindquarters as it fled into the trees.
In the center of the clearing stood Godric. He turned slowly to Salazar, who had a stunned expression on his face.
"... Godric," he said, his voice was raspy with uncertainty. But the red-haired wizard turned, refusing to face him. As Salazar stepped towards him, Godric walked away, his steps at first slightly stumbling, his movements, difficult. As he reached the border of trees surrounding them, he broke into a run, leaving Salazar to stare numbly after him.
... An innocent, Salazar unwillingly realized. ... He was an innocent.
~*~*~
To be continued.
IV - Innocence
"Have you seen Godric?" A worried Helga asked Rowena. "I checked his rooms. He is not in any of them."
"It is all right," replied Rowena with a reassuring smile. "I saw him a while ago. He was on his way to the forest."
Helga paused. "... Again?"
"You know how he is, Helga."
"Yes, I know, but still... It has only been a few days since-" Helga broke off, leaving the sentence incomplete as her eyes hardened with anger.
Rowena breathed out softly, understanding what was left unsaid.
"I am going after him," Helga declared. She hesitated when Rowena told her that Salazar was already following Godric.
~*~*~
They would not come to him anymore. Godric felt dizzy with pain, but not from the shameful injuries he had suffered. He would recover from that. He would. He would make sure he would.
But there was one thing he had lost forever.
... They will not come to me anymore.
~*~*~
Godric was a fine huntsman who knew how to move stealthfully when he desired, leaving no mark or trace behind of his passing. Though he was only twenty-three years old, he was already considered as one of the foremost masters in hunting and capturing wild beasts, magical creatures and such.
But there was something wrong, for Salazar was able to follow the tracks of the other wizard's passage through the woods.
This is so unlike Godric, thought Salazar as he stopped to pick up a broken twig from the forest floor.
Suddenly, from up ahead, he heard a soft call and an undecided-sounding equine whicker. Concerned, he moved towards the direction of the noises quickly. Salazar came out into a small open space in the thick dense undergrowth just in time to see the white flash of a unicorn's hindquarters as it fled into the trees.
In the center of the clearing stood Godric. He turned slowly to Salazar, who had a stunned expression on his face.
"... Godric," he said, his voice was raspy with uncertainty. But the red-haired wizard turned, refusing to face him. As Salazar stepped towards him, Godric walked away, his steps at first slightly stumbling, his movements, difficult. As he reached the border of trees surrounding them, he broke into a run, leaving Salazar to stare numbly after him.
... An innocent, Salazar unwillingly realized. ... He was an innocent.
~*~*~
To be continued.