Ok, I am not exactly sure how this is going to turn out, but I am going to
write a chapter about each founder, then talk about when they all meet.
A three year old Godric was running through the corn field, shoulder length brown hair blowing in the wind. His emerald green eyes shone with a childlike innocence. Peals of laughter escaped his small mouth and he was a perfect essence of youthful tranquility. That was until the Lord saw him.
"CHILD!! You hurting the wheat! Get off the field this instant!" Bellowed the Lord.
Godric promptly ran away, which, however, was not enough. The Lord got out his whip and chased down the young boy. However, when he got close enough, his whip turned into a lions head and the Lord screamed and ran away. Godric, frightened of what he had done, ran home as fast as his legs would carry him.
"Godric, are you trying to tell me that the whip turned into a lion head?" Asked his mother, after Godric had tried to explain the incident.
"Wew, it gaw all big, and then I saw a lion head, it rwared rewy loud." Answered the three year old.
"It can't be, though. I thought the blood was all dried up with me," She said to her self. Then to her small son, "Godric, my dear son, you are a wizard!"
"Waw? I am a wizard? But you and pa are only fawmers. How could I be a wizard?" Asked the confused child.
"Trust me, you are. Now I will get you out of here, so you are no longer a slave to that nasty Lord. Please forgive me." She trailed off.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Later that night, Daywia went to the Lord, who she believed to have had his eye on her for quite some time. She could almost understand why, for she was not from the blood of peasants. Her ancestors had been wizards and witches, but when her mother married a muggle, she had thought the blood had dried out in her. But now that her son had shown the signs of being magical, she had to get his freedom. So she threw back her long black hair and stared intently forward with her bright green eyes, and entered the castle.
When the pretty young peasant entered the castle gates, Laraonad was hopeful of her intentions. He was a man in his late thirties, rather portly, with watery eyes. She was very beautiful, and he was totally surprised in such beauty for a serf.
"My Lord." She said, in her clear voice.
Laraonad grinned. He started kissing her, to Daywia's disgust, but she did not pull back. She then committed a selfless act, in order to save her precious son.
(A/N: Ok, since I want to keep this PG-13, I am not going into anymore detail, I think you can figure out what happens.)
"Please, my Lord" She pleaded the following morning. "He deserves a chance to live on his own, and build his own future."
"I will agree to this, only under the condition he is not released until both you and his father are dead." Replied the Lord.
"It will be so, then, my Lord." She said and got up to leave.
"I have work to do, and I must tend to the animals." She said, when he tried to stop her.
"Then return here in two nights, or I will reconsider your sons freedom." He replied.
She cringed, but agreed, and ran to the small cottage.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
The cold steel of the knife was cold against her flesh, and that night Daywia brought it with her into bed. *Why must I do this? My husband has done nothing wrong, but Godric must be free.* She thought. With some hesitation, she slit her husbands thick throat, and watched life ebb from his limbs. Then she plunged the knife into her own heart, and saw the swirls of blood seep into the bed. Her last thought was of her son.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
When Godric awoke the next morning, he walked sleepily into his parents bedroom. When he saw their bloody corpses, he screamed and ran. As he ran, he kept seeing his mothers cold face, covered in blood, with unmoving eyes, still open.
He was caught, by the Lord.
"What are you doing here boy?" He spat.
"Mummy and Pa, the-there de-dead." He said among sobs. "Bwud, evywhere, and the dead!"
The Lord screamed, and smacked the boy, before running to the cottage. What he saw confirmed what eh had thought-Daywia had killed herself and her husband to gain her sons freedom. The Lord was so enraged by this, he vowed never to let the boy free, as long as he lived.
He went and found the brat, and drug him to the castle to sit in the dungeons for all his life.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Godric cried for the first several days of sitting in the dungeons. There were rats everywhere, and even several snakes crawling around. It was very damp and cool, and there was no light, so Godric was only guessing the slimy slithering things were snakes. As he sat one day sobbing into his knees, he saw a white light approaching.
"Godric," Came an angelic women's voice.
He looked up to see his mothers sad face glowing down at him.
"Why you die?" Asked Godric.
"To save you, my son. But it did not go as planned. The Lord was supposed to have set you free upon our deaths. But he did not." Came the soft reply. There were tears in the ghost's eyes.
"Mummy, I miss you and Pa. When I get to leave here? It very cold, and there snakes everywhere." Questioned the small boy.
"I don't know, my son, I just don't know. But be strong, and someday you will be free. I-," Her voice stopped as she faded away, and he was left in the blackness again. He cried for the last time that night and vowed never to do so again.
(A/N: Should I stop here? No I will continue.)
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
The five year old Godric sat on the small pile of straw on the dungeon floor. He had spent two years in this dark place, with only minimal food. Although he would not know it, through all the darkness, he was now very scrawny, with ragged long hair, but the same determined green eyes. He would get out of here, if he died trying. He would not live his life in this prison, and when he got out, he would stop all of serfdom, and free all the people like his parents.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
The Lord lay down for bed, when he heard the familiar singing. He looked all around, but she was no where to be found. Laraonad was a wimp, and deathly afraid of ghosts and specters of any kind, even very beautiful ones. So when Daywia had started coming to his chamber at night, although she was already dead, he was frightened, and could barely help himself of not dieing of fear on the spot.
"Laraonad. WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO MY SON???" She screeched in his ear, and he turned, only to find her next to him in his bed. He screamed and jumped up to leave, only to find her standing in front of him. He passed out with fear, vowing to let the boy go tomorrow.
A/N: So, how do you like it? Good, bad, sorta ok? Please Review, and I will put of the next chapter. ;)
A three year old Godric was running through the corn field, shoulder length brown hair blowing in the wind. His emerald green eyes shone with a childlike innocence. Peals of laughter escaped his small mouth and he was a perfect essence of youthful tranquility. That was until the Lord saw him.
"CHILD!! You hurting the wheat! Get off the field this instant!" Bellowed the Lord.
Godric promptly ran away, which, however, was not enough. The Lord got out his whip and chased down the young boy. However, when he got close enough, his whip turned into a lions head and the Lord screamed and ran away. Godric, frightened of what he had done, ran home as fast as his legs would carry him.
"Godric, are you trying to tell me that the whip turned into a lion head?" Asked his mother, after Godric had tried to explain the incident.
"Wew, it gaw all big, and then I saw a lion head, it rwared rewy loud." Answered the three year old.
"It can't be, though. I thought the blood was all dried up with me," She said to her self. Then to her small son, "Godric, my dear son, you are a wizard!"
"Waw? I am a wizard? But you and pa are only fawmers. How could I be a wizard?" Asked the confused child.
"Trust me, you are. Now I will get you out of here, so you are no longer a slave to that nasty Lord. Please forgive me." She trailed off.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Later that night, Daywia went to the Lord, who she believed to have had his eye on her for quite some time. She could almost understand why, for she was not from the blood of peasants. Her ancestors had been wizards and witches, but when her mother married a muggle, she had thought the blood had dried out in her. But now that her son had shown the signs of being magical, she had to get his freedom. So she threw back her long black hair and stared intently forward with her bright green eyes, and entered the castle.
When the pretty young peasant entered the castle gates, Laraonad was hopeful of her intentions. He was a man in his late thirties, rather portly, with watery eyes. She was very beautiful, and he was totally surprised in such beauty for a serf.
"My Lord." She said, in her clear voice.
Laraonad grinned. He started kissing her, to Daywia's disgust, but she did not pull back. She then committed a selfless act, in order to save her precious son.
(A/N: Ok, since I want to keep this PG-13, I am not going into anymore detail, I think you can figure out what happens.)
"Please, my Lord" She pleaded the following morning. "He deserves a chance to live on his own, and build his own future."
"I will agree to this, only under the condition he is not released until both you and his father are dead." Replied the Lord.
"It will be so, then, my Lord." She said and got up to leave.
"I have work to do, and I must tend to the animals." She said, when he tried to stop her.
"Then return here in two nights, or I will reconsider your sons freedom." He replied.
She cringed, but agreed, and ran to the small cottage.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
The cold steel of the knife was cold against her flesh, and that night Daywia brought it with her into bed. *Why must I do this? My husband has done nothing wrong, but Godric must be free.* She thought. With some hesitation, she slit her husbands thick throat, and watched life ebb from his limbs. Then she plunged the knife into her own heart, and saw the swirls of blood seep into the bed. Her last thought was of her son.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
When Godric awoke the next morning, he walked sleepily into his parents bedroom. When he saw their bloody corpses, he screamed and ran. As he ran, he kept seeing his mothers cold face, covered in blood, with unmoving eyes, still open.
He was caught, by the Lord.
"What are you doing here boy?" He spat.
"Mummy and Pa, the-there de-dead." He said among sobs. "Bwud, evywhere, and the dead!"
The Lord screamed, and smacked the boy, before running to the cottage. What he saw confirmed what eh had thought-Daywia had killed herself and her husband to gain her sons freedom. The Lord was so enraged by this, he vowed never to let the boy free, as long as he lived.
He went and found the brat, and drug him to the castle to sit in the dungeons for all his life.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Godric cried for the first several days of sitting in the dungeons. There were rats everywhere, and even several snakes crawling around. It was very damp and cool, and there was no light, so Godric was only guessing the slimy slithering things were snakes. As he sat one day sobbing into his knees, he saw a white light approaching.
"Godric," Came an angelic women's voice.
He looked up to see his mothers sad face glowing down at him.
"Why you die?" Asked Godric.
"To save you, my son. But it did not go as planned. The Lord was supposed to have set you free upon our deaths. But he did not." Came the soft reply. There were tears in the ghost's eyes.
"Mummy, I miss you and Pa. When I get to leave here? It very cold, and there snakes everywhere." Questioned the small boy.
"I don't know, my son, I just don't know. But be strong, and someday you will be free. I-," Her voice stopped as she faded away, and he was left in the blackness again. He cried for the last time that night and vowed never to do so again.
(A/N: Should I stop here? No I will continue.)
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
The five year old Godric sat on the small pile of straw on the dungeon floor. He had spent two years in this dark place, with only minimal food. Although he would not know it, through all the darkness, he was now very scrawny, with ragged long hair, but the same determined green eyes. He would get out of here, if he died trying. He would not live his life in this prison, and when he got out, he would stop all of serfdom, and free all the people like his parents.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
The Lord lay down for bed, when he heard the familiar singing. He looked all around, but she was no where to be found. Laraonad was a wimp, and deathly afraid of ghosts and specters of any kind, even very beautiful ones. So when Daywia had started coming to his chamber at night, although she was already dead, he was frightened, and could barely help himself of not dieing of fear on the spot.
"Laraonad. WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO MY SON???" She screeched in his ear, and he turned, only to find her next to him in his bed. He screamed and jumped up to leave, only to find her standing in front of him. He passed out with fear, vowing to let the boy go tomorrow.
A/N: So, how do you like it? Good, bad, sorta ok? Please Review, and I will put of the next chapter. ;)