It was one week after Oasis had found the boy in the woods. Since then, she had been calling him Trucido – a conjugation of the Latin word for to slay. At first the young boy had been reluctant to drink the blood she offered him, but a week in - he was used to it, and actually seemed to like it. Fortunately, he could already walk, so Oasis made sure that he knew he had to go to the bathroom outside the well. He had been upset about that at first, and had cried until Oasis had threatened not to give him his rat.
They were planning to make their way to the cabin man that afternoon. Oasis needed to start the rituals as soon as possible, and once it was complete, both Oasis and Trucido would be completely drained, and would need someone to help them out. Trucido had already gotten out of the cave, and was sitting outside waiting for her. He climbed onto her head, and grabbed onto her crest. Oasis was glad that magical babies matured faster than non magical ones. If they didn't the process would have been extremely difficult.
As it was, it took only an hour to get to the cottage. When they arrived there was a man Oasis did not recognize staring out the window. Harry, who had been fast asleep was not woken by the tremendous scream that issued from the cabin. The cottage man joined the other in the window, and calmed him down before rushing outside.
"Oasis! What are you doing with a baby?" The man ran out of the house looking frantic. He made a grab for Trucido, but Oasis hissed and pulled back. There was no way he was going to get her childe. The man immediately put his hands up in the air and backed off, "all right. Tell me what's going on."
Oasis slithered over to the dirt patch she normally wrote on and began to work. It was difficult going, writing with her tail, but she managed to get what she needed said said:
I found him in the woods. He will be the childe to take up the throne of the basilisk in the interspecies assembly. It is prophesied that he will bring basilisks back to their former glory. You can not have him, but I need help.
The man stared, "the prophesized childe? Of course I'll help. What do you need?" he was obviously surprised, but understood the importance of what Oasis was saying, and answered vehemently.
Oasis had been certain that he would help, so she was not surprised in the least, though some what relieved:
He will need to undergo many rituals to become fully accepted. The rituals are draining, and we will both need assistance when they are over.
The man looked grave, "are you sure he's the right one? I don't want to change him just to find out that he is the wrong boy. How do you know?"
Oasis smiled inwardly. She knew that the cabin man was intelligent. That was part of the reason she held such respect for him. He was reasonable, and understood the logic in thinking a situation, and wouldn't act irrationally. Despite this he also had a sense of humor that Oasis appreciated. She wrote again:
He speaks the language of the snakes, and has great power. I am certain.
The man nodded, "Can I see him?" Oasis gave consent, "thank you."
He picked up the black haired boy, and looked at his face before nearly fainting. Trucido, who was groggy from just being woken, was instantly awake. A grin lit up his face, and his green eyes brightened, with the recognition that came from seeing a familiar person. He squealed happily and clapped his hands, "Moony!"