"Rowena?"
Ravenclaw felt warmth coming back to her hands.
"Rowena please."
Slowly Ravenclaw opened her eyes, the sight that met her was anything but expected. Salazar was sitting by her bedside, holding her hands, head down.
"Salazar."
Salazar looked up smiling like a small child on Christmas morning.
"You're all right."
"Of course I am. Did you think a disembodied voice could beat me?"
"Disembodied voice?"
"Yes. It was in the cave. It was making the light and the sound."
"Cave? Light? Sound? What are you talking about?"
"Well. It all started when this troll started chasing me through the forest."
"Well Archanes?" demanded Adolf. "You still haven't explained to me why you have allowed Salazar to go in there. You know she will tire herself out talking to him."
"I know,"Archanes said. "I know as well as you their true names, and the true names of Godric and Helga. I also know that there was something following you through the forest, something that didn't dare follow you beyond the forest's border."
"What? Was it a hunter? A hero who thinks killing a werewolf outside of a full moon is honorable?"
"I am not sure but it was not following you, it was following Rowena."
"Why?"
"I am not sure, but if I do not sense its presence again until fall I will be brinning you with me when I take two of them to meet Cassandra."
Adolf gave Archanes a look. "Cassandra the sorceress who trained with you under Paltone?" Archanes nodded. "Cassandra the sorceress who everytime she comes within twenty leagues of this castle has to come over here?" Archanes nodded again. "And who always ends up in bed with you?"
"Not always."
"Sure Archanes and I just love Diana."
"According to that one poem you do."
"I would kill you if I didn't need you to you train those children."
"No you wouldn't, we're too good friends."
"Darn you Archanes."
"What are you going to do with the orb?" asked Helga the next day when Rowena was allowed to move around the castle. The two were sitting in a massive library looking through texts.
"Put it on a staff I think. I'm not sure yet."
"Did it really talk to you?"
"I don't know. If it did it's being quiet now.
"So what has everyone been doing for the past five days?"
"Godric finished his sword, it's really beautiful. I made this," she said after a moment's thought and pulled out a wooden whistle. "It's my focus. I can play it or use it as a wand."
"Can you show me?"
"Of course." Helga lifted the whistle to her lips and played a tune. After a moment of playing Helga motioned with her eyes for Rowena to turn around, the taller girl did and was met with a scroll six inches behind her head. Rowena snatched it out of the air and turned back to her friend.
"Very nice," Rowena said as she handed the scroll to Helga.
"Thank you," the blond said, taking the scroll and opening it. A while later she looked up to see Rowena thoroughly involved in some ancient Greek scroll (yes it was ancient even then). "Where did you learn to read? No offense, but you're a serf."
"None taken. My grandfather taught me at first, but then he died and my cousin taught me the rest."
"Was your cousin older than you so he learned more before your grandfather died?"
"Yes, but that is not why he learned more. My grandfather was once a noble but he was disgraced and stripped of his title and lands. One of his friends promised to help him if my aunt would marry his son. My aunt agreed and bore her husband many children but she died many years ago. When that happened her husband who was then and is now in charge of the fief became enraged. He said my grandfather gave him a daughter who he knew would die sooner than the rest, he set my grandfather and my whole family to work in the fields. My grandfather died three years later, I was five. He had taught me Latin, Greek, Roman and many other languages. My cousin would sneak down to our home between riding and fighting lessons and teach me how to read and write in five other languages, Pest learned with me since he was only an egg."
"That's horrible. What about your parents, what happened to them?"
"My mother died a week after my aunt of the same disease. My father is a serf, always has been."
"I'm sorry."
"It's all right. What about your family?"
"Oh. My parents were a lord and lady. They were content to just sit around, taxing the serfs and occationally paying tribute to the king. When they found out that my dreams were becoming real and scaring away my governesses they banished and-"
"And disowned you. It's the same story for everyone. Isn't their more to tell? No magical realtives for you either?"
"None. But, my uncle is said to be an assassin."
"Really?"
"Yes, but my father refused to talk about it and my mother fainted whenever someone even asked if I had an uncle or she a brother."
"Well, you cannot expect much frm noble women. To tell you the truth I didn't think much of you when I first saw you, but then I spoke with you."
"Thank you Rowena."
"Thank you for listening Helga."
"Now I just have one question Rowena."
"What?"
"What were the men in your village like. I hear that all that hard labor makes them more attractive."
Rowena got a strange look in her eye for a moment then pushed the scrolls and volumes away consenting to the girl talk.
'I cannot allow her to be in that castle with those freaks any longer than necessary, but I cannot face that man. I will have to wait until he has gone, then I will get her out of there. No one will doubt her sanity once her uncle defends her, which he undoubtebly will, then we shall be wed as fate intended it.' The dark figure lifted his glass and jugged down all of its contents. He left a tip on the table and exited the pub; kicking a grounded bird as he walked along the street.
A/N: Wow! Two chapters in two days! Don't think of this as a growing trend with me, it's just because I'm free of school for ten days. WooHoo!!!!!! All right, now on to more serious matters. Who is this mysterious figure? Who is he calling "freaks?!" And what does he want with "her" (Rowena if you haven't noticed)? I will post soon, all you have to do is remember to review!
PS: I own everything not in the Harry Potter books, nothing else.
Ravenclaw felt warmth coming back to her hands.
"Rowena please."
Slowly Ravenclaw opened her eyes, the sight that met her was anything but expected. Salazar was sitting by her bedside, holding her hands, head down.
"Salazar."
Salazar looked up smiling like a small child on Christmas morning.
"You're all right."
"Of course I am. Did you think a disembodied voice could beat me?"
"Disembodied voice?"
"Yes. It was in the cave. It was making the light and the sound."
"Cave? Light? Sound? What are you talking about?"
"Well. It all started when this troll started chasing me through the forest."
"Well Archanes?" demanded Adolf. "You still haven't explained to me why you have allowed Salazar to go in there. You know she will tire herself out talking to him."
"I know,"Archanes said. "I know as well as you their true names, and the true names of Godric and Helga. I also know that there was something following you through the forest, something that didn't dare follow you beyond the forest's border."
"What? Was it a hunter? A hero who thinks killing a werewolf outside of a full moon is honorable?"
"I am not sure but it was not following you, it was following Rowena."
"Why?"
"I am not sure, but if I do not sense its presence again until fall I will be brinning you with me when I take two of them to meet Cassandra."
Adolf gave Archanes a look. "Cassandra the sorceress who trained with you under Paltone?" Archanes nodded. "Cassandra the sorceress who everytime she comes within twenty leagues of this castle has to come over here?" Archanes nodded again. "And who always ends up in bed with you?"
"Not always."
"Sure Archanes and I just love Diana."
"According to that one poem you do."
"I would kill you if I didn't need you to you train those children."
"No you wouldn't, we're too good friends."
"Darn you Archanes."
"What are you going to do with the orb?" asked Helga the next day when Rowena was allowed to move around the castle. The two were sitting in a massive library looking through texts.
"Put it on a staff I think. I'm not sure yet."
"Did it really talk to you?"
"I don't know. If it did it's being quiet now.
"So what has everyone been doing for the past five days?"
"Godric finished his sword, it's really beautiful. I made this," she said after a moment's thought and pulled out a wooden whistle. "It's my focus. I can play it or use it as a wand."
"Can you show me?"
"Of course." Helga lifted the whistle to her lips and played a tune. After a moment of playing Helga motioned with her eyes for Rowena to turn around, the taller girl did and was met with a scroll six inches behind her head. Rowena snatched it out of the air and turned back to her friend.
"Very nice," Rowena said as she handed the scroll to Helga.
"Thank you," the blond said, taking the scroll and opening it. A while later she looked up to see Rowena thoroughly involved in some ancient Greek scroll (yes it was ancient even then). "Where did you learn to read? No offense, but you're a serf."
"None taken. My grandfather taught me at first, but then he died and my cousin taught me the rest."
"Was your cousin older than you so he learned more before your grandfather died?"
"Yes, but that is not why he learned more. My grandfather was once a noble but he was disgraced and stripped of his title and lands. One of his friends promised to help him if my aunt would marry his son. My aunt agreed and bore her husband many children but she died many years ago. When that happened her husband who was then and is now in charge of the fief became enraged. He said my grandfather gave him a daughter who he knew would die sooner than the rest, he set my grandfather and my whole family to work in the fields. My grandfather died three years later, I was five. He had taught me Latin, Greek, Roman and many other languages. My cousin would sneak down to our home between riding and fighting lessons and teach me how to read and write in five other languages, Pest learned with me since he was only an egg."
"That's horrible. What about your parents, what happened to them?"
"My mother died a week after my aunt of the same disease. My father is a serf, always has been."
"I'm sorry."
"It's all right. What about your family?"
"Oh. My parents were a lord and lady. They were content to just sit around, taxing the serfs and occationally paying tribute to the king. When they found out that my dreams were becoming real and scaring away my governesses they banished and-"
"And disowned you. It's the same story for everyone. Isn't their more to tell? No magical realtives for you either?"
"None. But, my uncle is said to be an assassin."
"Really?"
"Yes, but my father refused to talk about it and my mother fainted whenever someone even asked if I had an uncle or she a brother."
"Well, you cannot expect much frm noble women. To tell you the truth I didn't think much of you when I first saw you, but then I spoke with you."
"Thank you Rowena."
"Thank you for listening Helga."
"Now I just have one question Rowena."
"What?"
"What were the men in your village like. I hear that all that hard labor makes them more attractive."
Rowena got a strange look in her eye for a moment then pushed the scrolls and volumes away consenting to the girl talk.
'I cannot allow her to be in that castle with those freaks any longer than necessary, but I cannot face that man. I will have to wait until he has gone, then I will get her out of there. No one will doubt her sanity once her uncle defends her, which he undoubtebly will, then we shall be wed as fate intended it.' The dark figure lifted his glass and jugged down all of its contents. He left a tip on the table and exited the pub; kicking a grounded bird as he walked along the street.
A/N: Wow! Two chapters in two days! Don't think of this as a growing trend with me, it's just because I'm free of school for ten days. WooHoo!!!!!! All right, now on to more serious matters. Who is this mysterious figure? Who is he calling "freaks?!" And what does he want with "her" (Rowena if you haven't noticed)? I will post soon, all you have to do is remember to review!
PS: I own everything not in the Harry Potter books, nothing else.