'He wears midnight like a cloak.'

Chapter Fourteen

Somewhere in Europe, 8 October, 1991

The streets were completely dark and deserted, though the chatter of families in the houses that lined the narrow path could be heard faintly. The smells of spicy foods and crisp fall air filled him with longing. He had a family, once, but they had messed it up for him. They ruined it.

He was only trying to fix it. After ten years, he still couldn't give up.

Sudden movement to his right caused him to crouch, muscles tensed. A huge man with a knife sprang at him, but he was ready. He quickly disarmed the man with a smashing left hook to the shoulder, rendering it immobile. He crouched and swung his foot around in an arc, cracking the man's femur on impact. He cast a silencing charm on the man and stalked off into the night.

A hawk swooped down upon him, and he held out his arm. The hawk screeched and dug its talons into the sleeve of his leather coat, scratching his arm slightly. He frowned in puzzlement as the hawk extended its leg.

There was a letter addressed to him.

Barely able to contain his excitement, he leaned against a tree and slid down until he was sitting on the damp grass. With shaking fingers, he opened the letter.

I may have found something

-M

He hastily wrote a reply and sent the hawk on its way. Grinning widely, he stood and turned on the spot.

He vanished, with only a seriously injured man and a resounding crack! that echoed through the emptiness to suggest he'd even been to the small town.

He was going home at last.

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