Of All Things Relevant
Ch. 6
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A/N: I am soooo sorry for not updating. I have so many ideas, and I really had a hard time trying to see where this would go and some of the plot points that were REALLY important to the story. So. Here I am.
It had all changed so much. Her brother's weren't there to talk to, her friends gone (if you could call them friends....) and her parents far away, doing uncertain tasks for uncertain people.
Grabbing her bag off of the floor, she pulled out the book she had checked out from the library.
Opening the page, she looked to the contents....there. Page 2961. Queen Guinevere of the Dragons. Queen Guinevere of the Unicorns. The Crystal Queen. So many tittles for one woman.
Opening up to "Dragon Queen" Bronwyn started reading.
'There is no doubt that Guinevere was not the queen of two opposites – the dragons and the unicorns. Because of this, many legends have been born, and few know the truth behind them. It is uncertain that any do....'
She on the plush duvet the rest of the night, waiting for her friends to get in, and read about the Queen Guinevere. In the back of her mind, she new that it all had just begun.
Ginny sat down with the Red Book, looking through it, wondering what the hell the elf was talking about.
"First rule of war: Know your enemies. Second rule of war: Know your terrain." Ginny muttered to herself as she slowly got up from her chair and made her way to one of the dusty bookcases.
Know your enemies – well, in this case, know the person who is confusing you. Looking down the books about elves, she pulled one out of what seemed to be about the different tribes or clans.
'Endless Water.'
'Fire Rocks'
'Crystal Swords'
'Nine Moons'. There is was. Flipping the book open to the page in the book, she brought it back to her table, and sat down and researched.
Three hours later, Ginny walked into her dorm.
"Hey, come look at this." Two girls' voices rang out.
"What did you find?" asked Bronwyn.
Ginny smiled at her friend. "Charlie always said the first rule of war was to know your enemies. The second was, and is, to know your terrain, so that's what I set out to find. I found a book about the Elven tribes, and I found some out about the Nine Moon tribe.
Bit disturbing it is. Apparently, they all left for the sea or whatever, except these few, the apprentice seer, the sword maker, and the Talker. Not sure what that is yet. What about you?"
Bronwyn returned her friend's smile. "Yeah. They say that Guinevere was the Queen of the Dragons, and Queen of the Unicorns, and she was called the Crystal Queen.
Apparently, she could somehow communicate with these –well, beings would have to be the word – beings, and they had to do something with her heritage. The author doesn't really say much on it, besides that she had this strong connection with the Fae, and the Unicorns, and Dragons. I guess they saw it all myth."
Ginny nodded, and sat down to the dark haired girl. "Well. At least we learned something. It's better than nothing. What about this Lancelot? Of course, I know who he is, but do they give a more in-depth sort of summary?"
Bronwyn shook her head. "Nope. Not a single word besides foot notes here and there."
Ginny sighed. "Oh well."
Later that evening, Bronwyn sat down on her bed, looking out of the window, contemplating life.
'Huh,' she thought 'who would'a thought that 'Brawny Bronwyn' could think. Or be anything but the failure.'
Frowning slightly, she looked to the Forbidden Forest. What was that movement?
"Holy shit." She whispered. "Ginny has got to see this."
Rushing down the stairs, she saw Ginny sitting in a chair by the fire. "Ginny! Get up here NOW! You've got to see this!"
Not waiting to see if her friend followed or not, she raced up the stairs, back into the dorm.
Ginny caught up to her quickly enough, and stood panting next to her. "What?" she asked, slightly annoyed.
"Look out at the edge of the Forbidden Forest." Bronwyn directed. "What do you see?"
Ginny understood then. "Oh dear Merlin. Come on, maybe we can get somewhat closer to them!"
There, in the shadows of the Forest, were a tiny pack of Unicorns. Consisting mostly of mares and their foals, they were a beautiful sight.
"I don't know, Ginny." Bronwyn said warily. "Animals don't really like me. In fact, I'm pretty sure that Unicorns will NOT enjoy my company."
"What do you mean?" the redhead asked curiously. "You're still a virgin aren't you?" she asked. Bronwyn nodded, and Ginny continued. "And really, it's not that that the unicorns really are particular about. It's really if you're a girl or not. Or if you've killed, which I'm sure you haven't."
She was met with cold silence. "You haven't, have you? I mean, you know all those things with the weapons, but that's just knowledge. You haven't used it...?" Ginny questioned, a slightly hysterical note to her voice.
"What? Why?" she was met with more silence. Continuing down the hall, the youngest Weasley sighed. "Alright, I'll drop it."
Bronwyn nodded again. "Let's just go see the Unicorns then?" she queried, voice still warm as a glacier.
Ginny sighed. Reaching the Entrance Hall, she pushed open the doors solemnly. The happy mood had quickly fled. Ginny's genetic 'Insert-Huge- Foot-In-Already-Damnable-Foot-Here' trait had once again showed itself to the world.
Walking down to the Forest, the stopped when they were a safe distance away.
"You go ahead Ginny." Said Bronwyn, the stiffness just slightly relaxing from her voice and posture.
"Are you sure you don't want to try even?" Ginny asked, willing to give it one last try.
"Oh, I suppose so. But one sign of unwillingness from them, and I'm gone." She said, grudgingly.
Quietly they began towards the creatures. A young mare lifted her head up, catching their scent.
Bronwyn stopped, but Ginny continued forward. The Welsh girl doubted her friend even noticed that she wasn't by her side anymore.
As Ginny got closer and closer, the mare moved forward, so eventually, Ginny laid a reverent hand upon her neck.
In awe, she ran her hand along the smooth neck, to the point of shoulder, then starting the process over again.
Like in a trace, she moved closer, and the mare nudged her towards her other side.
There, lying in the grass was a foal, not more than three weeks old. The soft golden gleam of his goat offset the dark green of the grass, and it's horn had just started to form, a tiny, light golden nub.
Gently kneeling down, Ginny looked at it. If she had been in awe of the mother, she was astounded, and was in near Holy Worship to the foal.
Slowly, the foal's eyes opened, and it met Ginny with its amber stare.
"She's beautiful." Ginny honestly told the Mother. The mare seemed to smile indulgently.
'Then my child, I would like to introduce you to Maranwe.' A voice, gentle as a summer breeze spoke to her.
Ginny, still in her trance like state, did not question it. "Maranwe. What does it mean?" she asked, still gazing at the foal.
'Destiny.' The voice said simply. 'But what of your friend? I feel her.'
Ginny looked up. "What do you mean feel her?" she asked, slightly nervous.
'I mean I feel her. She is there. And she has a slightly bitter air around her, like someone whose innocence was taken, too soon. Like yours, actually.'
Ginny started out of her trance. "You mean Bronwyn? She didn't want to come here."
The mare lay down next to her. 'I sense it. She feels that she is not welcome.'
As the young Gryffindor gently lay her head down on the mare's withers, she questioned her. "She said that she had killed before. And she got extremely cold about it."
'What do you think she would do, young one?' asked the mare, amusement evident in her voice, or mind for that matter.
"I do not really KNOW her. Sure, I am friends with her, but I do not know her really."
The mare nuzzled her. 'Nobody really knows anybody, child. Bronwyn. Call her here. I wish to speak to her, but do not want to move.'
Ginny smiled at the mare's laziness, and then looked up at her friend, for the first time noticing Bronwyn's closed expression.
"Bronwyn, she says that she wants you here."
Bronwyn' carefully blank expression turned to wonder. "You can TALK to her?"
Gingerly making her making her way over to the trio, Bronwyn sat down at the mare's head. "Yes?" she asked, apprehensively.
'Ambarvanye. I have something for you. My mother once told me to show it too the Red One. Cramoisie!' the mare stopped speaking, and called to another in the herd.
A young stallion picked up his head, and the girls noticed something different about him, but couldn't place it.
As he came closer, they saw it. Underneath his horn, was a crimson splash, seeming to cover the base of his horn in blood red flecks.
'Sister.' His voice was deep, like the roar of an avalanche.
'Show Ambarvanye the Crystal Sword.'
Ginny and Bronwyn exchanged glances. Cramoisie nodded, and his velvet brown eyes darkened for a minuet.
'So shall it be. And the Lady, sister? Will you have Sterlaugh show her the Stones?' he asked.
'Not tonight, dear brother, not tonight.' With a nod, the mare nudged Bronwyn towards the silver stallion, and her looked at her for a moment.
'Come along then. We do not have much time.'
With that he started towards the forest, and Bronwyn shot a helpless look towards her friend.
'She will be all right. Somehow, I do not think that Dumbledore will punish you. It is her destiny, as it is yours. Follow me. We must head back home, and you should come with us.'
The mother got up, and Maranwe followed her. Ginny looked around for a moment, before following them into the dark forest, and heading towards whatever might help them.
'Destiny. Huh. Who would' a thought that little old Ginny Weasley had a destiny, and not only that, but with the Unicorns.'
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