Chapter 5: Tracked Down
After some arguing, it was best decided that Hunter make her own place just past Hagrid's hut, just inside the Forbidden Forest. The school thought it was best that in addition to discovering the solution to the dreams, she'd also be best in deterring students from entering the Forbidden Forest or acting out in the classrooms.
"Here is your patrol schedule," Albus began as he handed hunter her piece of parchment. "You begin tomorrow; as we want you to rest from your travel."
Normally, Hunter would have protested and started right away, but she felt bone tired from Raditusing like she had. When-ever she casts any spell repeatedly, she find herself running out of mana, for the lack of a better term. And her body translated that to need sleep urgently!
Hunter moved her pack to the spot that had been designated for her. People wanted to help her move, but she declined their offers for help. After all, the less people to suffer if she was attached by a Anach! Some students, who looked to be Slytherines glared at her as they saw her slip just a bit into the Forbidden Forest. No doubt they had heard Draco's rendition of what was said between her and his father. But, things were already done, and that was that. She set her bag down in a shady spot near some scraggly bushes. Then, abit by bit, the symptoms came too her! Her eyes suddenly felt very heavy and sort of had a warm, gritty feeling.
No, not now, please no! She thought franticaly thought, even as her Kundalini activately painfully! A feeling came across in mind as a prescene out there, somewhere in the woods! Or was it farther than that, she didn't know!
"Caroline?" The Mindspeech from that one that blind-sided her called. it sounded as if he was far away, however.
Hunter didn't answer, she just laid down on her side and waited for the trace to end, or the Anach man reach out and attacker her; whichever came first. Hunter slowly fell asleep amid the symptoms.
-In Forbidden Forest-
The man paused and cocked his head, making a sound like a corrupted puppy. He sensed a Human in the woods, his teritroy! he darked from tree to tree, headed in the direction of this intruder! He came across a sleeping figure, sleeping on their side on their side! Before he got up to the person, he pulled out his wand and held over the person. he saw now it was the woman he saw walking into the castle before! He kneeled next to her and watched for a few seconds, trying to gauge what was troubling her. He slowly reached out his left hand and placed it on the woman's left hip, as her back was toward him and she was laying on her side. Muddy images, scattered images came to him; a tingling, eclectfying pain that felt like lightning, and murky images.
"I wanting nothing of you!" The man heard a woman's voice call out. He couldn't see through a grey, dark mist over evertyhting. There also were pulses of little grey lights here and there.
"Are you sure?" A man's voice said in a smirking way.
"Go away!"
"It's your choice," Said the voice, in a tone that clearly stated, it's your funeral.
The man yanked back from the girl suddenly. He held a shocked look on his face. Who was this girl and how did she manage to connect, however breifly, with his kind? What could pass off as Desire in an Anach came to him. He smiled and placed his hand gently back on her side. Don't worry, I'm here. He thought in the gentlest tones he was even capable of.
As Hunter slept in the phase that she found that the trace activates, she managed to get the one who put the trace into her to back off. She woke up partway. Her Kundalini was still activated, but it now was at an acceptable level, the burning hotness have long since lowered to a fireside warmth; a peaceful warmth. Dimly, she felt a hand placed on her side.
"Don't worry, I'm here." Came another man's voice, but gentle. Hunter tensed up a bit, as she recognized the type of voice! The warmth and the tone of voice, however caused her to sigh and curl up into a peaceful ball. She fell completely out of the phase and into a true, deep sleep.
The man stayed with the woman, hand her side until she sighed and feel into a contented sleep. He didn't want to hurt her, as his kind's emotional state were merely reflection's of the targeted being's mood. If the target was worked up, they were hostile. If the target was peaceful, his kind may be inclined to hold a civil conversation with them. It was confusing to an outisder, and plain scary to anyone who wanted to fight them. he stood up, pocketed his wand and silently walked toward Hogwarts.