Musa sat up in her bed with a colourful plaster stuck on her forehead, excitedly telling all her friends how her 'Teggy' had saved her from Trix's clutches, how he stood up to them, and how amazing his blossoming powers were. Everyone was congratulating him, hugging him, shaking his hand, telling him how lucky Musa was to be with him.
As far as everyone was concerned, Tegryn was the hero of the day... but he didn't see things that way.
In all the happy chatter that filled Musa's bedroom and all the cheerful tunes that blasted out of her stereo, he sat silently, staring glumly at Musa's dainty hand as he held it in his own. He couldn't stop thinking about what happened in the cave. Everybody here was so happy right now... but it could've been so different.
The bottom line was he lost it. He was usually so good at keeping his emotions in check, but for a brief moment he had lost control. He had let anger overcome common sense, and because of that he almost lost the one thing that meant the most to him. Musa was nearly taken from him today, and it would've been all his fault. ALL HIS FAULT. And if it happened once, it could happen again. Musa's life, and that of her friends, could be put in danger.
As far as he was concerned, there was only one course of action - he knew what he had to do.
Standing up, he kissed Musa tenderly on the forehead as he was so fond of doing and told her "I'm just going to my room. There's something I need to do..."
Musa smiled at him warmly. "Don't be long!"
Tegryn said nothing. He went to his room, checked his rucksack, took a pen and a piece of paper and began to write...
'My dearest Musa. I hate myself for doing this but I have to leave...'