"Now Salazar," Archanes said the next day, "since you have not been with us for the past three days you have a lot of catching up to do." He and the young boy were sitting on the grass outside the castle. Rowena was in the forest, Godric in the forge and Helga in her rooms.
"Yes sir."
"During your absence we began our studies of focai, items used to channel magic. The most common of these is a wand. Yesterday Godric chose to create a sword as his own, I believe Helga is making a musical instrument of some sort and Rowena is on a quest in the forest to find what her own should be. Now the question is 'what will your own focus be?'"
"I don't know sir. I would like to practice with a sword but-"
"You have a special sword in mind," Archanes said the glint in his
"But what if you do not earn the aforementioned sword?"
"Then I shall always use a wand."
"You nobles and your pride," the sorcerer muttered. "Oh well, if you must use a wand then it may present some problems. I would send you to a shop to find one but you never will, the centaurs have told me as much. You will have to discover your wand, just as Rowena is discovering her own focus. So, today you will read this," he held out his hand palm up, and a book fell into it, "it will tell you all about wands and tomorrow you will set out on your first journey into the forest to find your wand."
"Yessir," Salazar muttered already reading the book.
'I wonder how long it will take those two to find out what their true names really mean, and how long it will take the others to find their true names.'
Rowena was racing through the forest. Unfortunetly she had ordered Pest to stay home which meant she would get none of his help in fending off the very large troll chasing her. She had been running for almost thirty minutes (this is medieval times, people were in better shape) and was getting very tired, very fast.
"I knew I should have brought that sword.'
Rowena jumped over a large bush and found herself in an underground cave. It was bathed in a blue light from florecent rocks embedded in the walls.
'Well, at least the troll won't find me down here. I had better keep going anyway, just in case he stays around up there.'
After an hour of walking the florecent rocks ended and Rowena was left in total darkness. Occationally the girl would hear the sound of clawed paws racing across the ground, but the sound was gone before she had a chance to pursue it. After another hour Rowena noticed the all too familiar pang of hunger in her stomach. Two hours later Rowena noticed a faint light at the end of the end of the tunnel and decided to follow it. After an hour the light had become blinding, so much so that Rowena had had to rip off some of her cloak and tie it around her head like a blindfold. To make matters worse the light was now accompanied by a low humming sound, that increased over the next half hour to a point that made the young girl's ears bleed. It suddenly occured to her that she was very close to the source of both light and sound. Just at that moment though, a force so alien that not even Rowena could comprehend it forced her to her hands and knees.
Who are you? came a voice.
"I- I am Rowena."
No! Another, greater force threw the girl into a sharp, jagged wall. Only one could survive this long! Only one could come this far! Only one could find me! You are not that one!
"Then how did I come this far, how did I survive this long, how did I find you?"
Who are you?
"I-." Rowena stopped as Adolf's words came back to her, "Very good young Ravenclaw ...Ravenclaw and Slytherin will go to the old castle ...I knew that you had to be Ravenclaw because ravens are birds...." "I am Ravenclaw," she cried and even as she said the words another force hurled her into the wall once more, tearing off her blindfold and knocking her out.
A werewolf slowly came out of the darkness at the other side of the makeshift room the Ravenclaw lay in and surveyed his surroundings. There were two ways into the room: the way he had come and a much larger opening at the otherside. In the center of the room was a sort of pedestal, on which something had obviously sat. The walls were jagged and sharp, and at the base of one lay the young girl. Her back was torn and bloody and in her hand was a crystal orb.
The werewolf walked over to the girl, gently picked her up and carried her out of the cave. Although he spoke softly his words echoed the length of the tunnel, "Well done young Ravenclaw."
Unfortunetly though, a werewolf only has his keen sense of smell during the full moon and so this one did not notice the dark figure watching him with angry eyes as he walked through the forest.
Salazar was in the indago room practicing with his wand when Godric walked in.
"Do you have any idea how long it took me to figure out where you were? not to mention how long it took me to figure out how to get in."
"All you have to do is concentrate on which room you want to go to and walk through a door," Salazar said, not really paying attention. After a moment of silence he turned towards Godric only to be met with a very troubled face. "What's wrong?"
"It's Rowena," Salazar felt his stomach drop, "Adolf brought her in. I didn't see her, Archanes won't let anyone in the room. When Adolf told us about it his arms were covered in blood, when we asked him... he said it was Rowena's."
Salazar felt a cold rain wash over him and before he knew what was happening he had raised his wand arm (his right one), and sent out a blast so huge that the wand itself exploded. Godric looked to his right and surveyed the damage.
"Well, it looks like we really do have something in common."
"What?" asked Salazar in a dead sort of voice.
"We both have issues with girls in pain or danger."
"Maybe its girls for you, but it's girl for me. You won't tell her will you?"
"Of course not, you just have to promise not to tell Helga."
"Deal."
The two shook hands and made their way up to see if Archanes would change his mind about letting someone in.
A/N: Please review!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
PS: I own nothing.
"Yes sir."
"During your absence we began our studies of focai, items used to channel magic. The most common of these is a wand. Yesterday Godric chose to create a sword as his own, I believe Helga is making a musical instrument of some sort and Rowena is on a quest in the forest to find what her own should be. Now the question is 'what will your own focus be?'"
"I don't know sir. I would like to practice with a sword but-"
"You have a special sword in mind," Archanes said the glint in his
"But what if you do not earn the aforementioned sword?"
"Then I shall always use a wand."
"You nobles and your pride," the sorcerer muttered. "Oh well, if you must use a wand then it may present some problems. I would send you to a shop to find one but you never will, the centaurs have told me as much. You will have to discover your wand, just as Rowena is discovering her own focus. So, today you will read this," he held out his hand palm up, and a book fell into it, "it will tell you all about wands and tomorrow you will set out on your first journey into the forest to find your wand."
"Yessir," Salazar muttered already reading the book.
'I wonder how long it will take those two to find out what their true names really mean, and how long it will take the others to find their true names.'
Rowena was racing through the forest. Unfortunetly she had ordered Pest to stay home which meant she would get none of his help in fending off the very large troll chasing her. She had been running for almost thirty minutes (this is medieval times, people were in better shape) and was getting very tired, very fast.
"I knew I should have brought that sword.'
Rowena jumped over a large bush and found herself in an underground cave. It was bathed in a blue light from florecent rocks embedded in the walls.
'Well, at least the troll won't find me down here. I had better keep going anyway, just in case he stays around up there.'
After an hour of walking the florecent rocks ended and Rowena was left in total darkness. Occationally the girl would hear the sound of clawed paws racing across the ground, but the sound was gone before she had a chance to pursue it. After another hour Rowena noticed the all too familiar pang of hunger in her stomach. Two hours later Rowena noticed a faint light at the end of the end of the tunnel and decided to follow it. After an hour the light had become blinding, so much so that Rowena had had to rip off some of her cloak and tie it around her head like a blindfold. To make matters worse the light was now accompanied by a low humming sound, that increased over the next half hour to a point that made the young girl's ears bleed. It suddenly occured to her that she was very close to the source of both light and sound. Just at that moment though, a force so alien that not even Rowena could comprehend it forced her to her hands and knees.
Who are you? came a voice.
"I- I am Rowena."
No! Another, greater force threw the girl into a sharp, jagged wall. Only one could survive this long! Only one could come this far! Only one could find me! You are not that one!
"Then how did I come this far, how did I survive this long, how did I find you?"
Who are you?
"I-." Rowena stopped as Adolf's words came back to her, "Very good young Ravenclaw ...Ravenclaw and Slytherin will go to the old castle ...I knew that you had to be Ravenclaw because ravens are birds...." "I am Ravenclaw," she cried and even as she said the words another force hurled her into the wall once more, tearing off her blindfold and knocking her out.
A werewolf slowly came out of the darkness at the other side of the makeshift room the Ravenclaw lay in and surveyed his surroundings. There were two ways into the room: the way he had come and a much larger opening at the otherside. In the center of the room was a sort of pedestal, on which something had obviously sat. The walls were jagged and sharp, and at the base of one lay the young girl. Her back was torn and bloody and in her hand was a crystal orb.
The werewolf walked over to the girl, gently picked her up and carried her out of the cave. Although he spoke softly his words echoed the length of the tunnel, "Well done young Ravenclaw."
Unfortunetly though, a werewolf only has his keen sense of smell during the full moon and so this one did not notice the dark figure watching him with angry eyes as he walked through the forest.
Salazar was in the indago room practicing with his wand when Godric walked in.
"Do you have any idea how long it took me to figure out where you were? not to mention how long it took me to figure out how to get in."
"All you have to do is concentrate on which room you want to go to and walk through a door," Salazar said, not really paying attention. After a moment of silence he turned towards Godric only to be met with a very troubled face. "What's wrong?"
"It's Rowena," Salazar felt his stomach drop, "Adolf brought her in. I didn't see her, Archanes won't let anyone in the room. When Adolf told us about it his arms were covered in blood, when we asked him... he said it was Rowena's."
Salazar felt a cold rain wash over him and before he knew what was happening he had raised his wand arm (his right one), and sent out a blast so huge that the wand itself exploded. Godric looked to his right and surveyed the damage.
"Well, it looks like we really do have something in common."
"What?" asked Salazar in a dead sort of voice.
"We both have issues with girls in pain or danger."
"Maybe its girls for you, but it's girl for me. You won't tell her will you?"
"Of course not, you just have to promise not to tell Helga."
"Deal."
The two shook hands and made their way up to see if Archanes would change his mind about letting someone in.
A/N: Please review!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
PS: I own nothing.