ABeing honest I don't know how many chapters this is going to take. All I know is I'm having fun writing it, and hope you're also enjoying your reading.

I´ll update in between Friday and Saturday (at least for now)

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This time was different, Rowena could feel it. For starters, she could be seen if just under the moonlight and stars. Caspian had to assure his servants and his counselor that he wasn't seeing a mysterious maiden, after Prince Rillian disappearance everyone was vigilant about something like that. They liked to know where the king was and, if possible, with whom.

Rowena couldn't blame them. She definitely smelled something fishy in all of that. But she couldn't investigate since she didn't know how much time she had in each visit to Narnia and also… she didn't want to leave Caspian alone. Besides, she didn't know how to handle her powers in Narnia, it was as if they went haywire as soon as she set foot on Narnia.

She started having visions and glimpses whenever she happened to be looking at a mirror or any surface with ability to reflect. At first she thought that maybe she was prediction the future, but then, she didn't know. It could be past or even things happening in the present, far from her.

At first she got images of children in a strange place. It seemed some kind of distant future or a place with an overwhelming advantage over then in facilities, the kids where a constant in her dreams back at home too. That an… hatred. Burning, poisonous hatred that settled over her and threatened to destroy. Behind that she could feel drive, she really wanted to find out. Why the urgency? And the hatred? she didn't know what was it she had to find but certainly she won't give up.

In Narnia that urgency translated in her eagerness to take note of her visions and her endless conversations with Caspian, also reading everything she could find about the 4 of Cair Paravel. She felt connected to them. And everyone in Narnia seemed enthusiast enough to share what little they had about them.

Part of the paranoia they had for knowing the kings whereabouts also came from the disappearance of those four in a legendary hunt. When she listened to that particular history, she shed a tear without getting why.

Caspian was fading away and everyone was worried, she really wanted to go and find Rillian at a point but Caspian forbade everyone from going. he literally threw people in jail for suggesting it in his presence, so many narnians had disappeared in the search that he had lost all hope. Mourning his wife and son certainly had aged him beyond his years. That's why if she really could, she´d go and search for Rillian.

She could slip away if she really wanted but she didn't want to leave him alone, he was her friend and he really was lonely. Even if he was older than her, he could even be her father age wise, but he was her first friend and she wanted what was best for him. To help him in every way she could. If she happened to find Rillian disobeying his orders, she wouldn't care about the potential backlash, just about his happiness. She saw him lash out at someone for even suggesting about a new search party for the lost prince.

She knew everything there was to know about Liliandil and Ramandu, about Rillian and how he was their pride and joy, Caspian´s love for sailing that ultimately led him to meet his wife for the first time… and the visits he got from the kings and queens of the past and how time didn't seem to affect them. She was fascinated with the four of Cair Paravel and devoured any book she could find about them.

She really wanted to meet them but so far, she hadn't been able to. They didn't make it to Narnia in any of her visits. And this time it seemed it wouldn't be different, to her disappointment.

Meeting someone as powerful and influential as those four was an experience shed be willing to pay for. She specially wanted to meet Queen Susan and King Peter.

What a shame! Right?

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Helga wasn't a happy camper and she sorely missed Rowena, Salazar and Godric. The village was on edge thanks to this so called man of God. She tended to him with the same dedication as if he were any other guest but truth is, she absolutely despised him. He was wicked. The kind of scumbag Godric lived to beat the living daylights out of and the unwilling victim of Salazar cruelest experiments for developing curses, really nasty curses at that.

Salazar saw non magical people like wild and dangerous animals, rabid beasts that needed to be put down and when he happened to have a free way to take revenge on even a fraction of all the atrocious things muggle did to magical people, he really let loose. Nastiest curses that skipped the fair and destroyed the wicked. The definition of you can run but not hide. He invented it. As long as non-magical people kept to their lives and didn't delve into the wicked path, he left them alone and even protected them, that's what made him just. Helga didn't understand why he was so hell bent on covering his soft side under layer upon layer of resourcefulness and snarky comments laced with venom and sarcasm. It was a miracle he and Godric understood each other to a level and even managed to form a friendship. She was more than prepared to mediate when one argument threatened to develop in a full duel.

Tempers flared and she really didn't fancy having to clean wood splinters or blood. Or, Merlin forbid. Have to bury a body on an unmarked grave.

She counted her blessings that her friends decided to leave before his arrival, neither Salazar or Godric would've endured to stand by some of the stunts this man pulled.

No one knew why he was in town. The most gullible townsfolk believed he was here to do good deeds and spread the "New Gods word".

His gaze lingered on small children and any maiden. Even married women and lads. He was a perverted and deranged soul and she wanted him out of her hometown as of yesterday. This deranged individual must be here since any other village nearby must've caught on his game and chased him out. Or maybe he ran out of influence and favors to trade in order to hide his old sins. Helga wasn't as optimistic as to think he hadn't committed heinous acts already.

She was relieved Rowena decided to go out even if she didn't exactly tell her where she was going to.

Helga felt protective of the other girl but also a slight deference, as the one you feel towards your senior, and it didn't make sense since she was older. The same thing happened with was instinctive, something she couldn't control whenever she was around the others. And she knew Salazar felt the same way. That was something they shared.

Of all things, Salazar was protective of her. Whenever her dissuasion skills weren't enough to fight of an unwanted suitor or a problematic individual, he appeared as if out of thin air and dealt with the situation swiftly.

Truth to be told, her friends were like siblings and she wanted to build this school with them and no one else. So she could protect all defenseless magical children.

She had her work cut out for her if she really wanted to prove herself. Defending a whole village proved to be a 24-hour job, she felt ready to fall asleep on her feet if this kept up much more. But she didn't want any child or woman to be at the mercy of this bastard if she could help it. Even if potions weren't her strong suit, she could manage other means to make him sleep like a baby whenever he wasn't on "official business". Otherwise the witch hunt would've started ages ago.

Said bastard was getting crankier by the day since he didn't know what happened and he ached to satiate his low instincts, as if Helga would let him.

She had to outsmart him and… that required her to be on high alert which seemed impossible as her sleepless hours added to her weariness.

Catastrophe just needed a little push and an unfortunate event after the other. As it was, Helga fell asleep on the kitchen, so she couldn't listen to what took place on the inn or pub.

The lads of the village, tired of being copped up at home without a reason they considered reasonable, gave their caretakers and parents the slip and went to play by the nearby lake.

Helga´s undesirable host, reverend Morgan was coming back from a gathering on the next town and as luck had it, he had to take a detour and he happened to find the kids playing.

No adults on sight and if there were… they couldn't do anything against him.

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Villagers knew better than to mess with fairies, their children or the sacred homes of said fairies. Of course, faith men thought that the whole business about fae and magic was related to the devil and so se they emphatically insisted on the destruction of said places. They held themselves as it was expected of them in the presence of a higher up from the Vatican. But those who held strong ties to tradition certainly knew better. They let their converted neighbors and friends think that they bought into this whole idea of messing with fae houses.

Reverend Morgan wasn't any different from your average religious man on that regard. And he happened to destroy one of such houses. The tiny wood cabin had been at the edge of the forest facing the main road and so far no one had been stupid enough to touch it. This horrendous man also set sig on a particular child since he arrived at this particular village of the Highlands.

As if it weren't enough to destroy a fairy home, he also wanted to do unspeakable things to a child.

The lad had unusually pale and unmarred skin for a commoner, hair of the darkest shade of red he had ever seen and an assortment of freckles across his nose and checks. Redheads were a common sight amongst these lands but he found them distasteful. This particular redhead for whatever reason, caught his eye. And so he had to have him.

That proved near impossible, since whenever he didn't have official matters to attend he fell asleep with no explanation. This hadn't happened before in any of the villages he visited. What on earth happened on this one?

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The search for the appropriated ground for building the school resulted in a more complicated affair than they thought. Godric was feed up with almost every noble of the two prospective lands and Salazar wanted to curse their whole lineage as well but he couldn't let himself be carried away by his wants or Godric´s infamous temper. He had to be level headed, the mediator in between, for the sake of his friends and the future generation they wanted to protect. It certainly didn't help matters that they were both impatient to go back to the girls after they received news of the village. Finally, Salazar threatened to curse Godric if he didn't go back to see how things were going. He god fed up with this grumbling and threats to eviscerate the local landlord. Sending him Helga´s way seemed the sensible thing to do, for both their sakes.

Godric took it as the excuse it was to travel back full speed. Thankful with his good friend for understanding him so well. He galloped as if the devil himself was after him.

His instincts were screaming.

Something was bound to happen and he'd be damned if something happened and he couldn't protect them. Helga, Rowena and Salazar were like siblings. And if pressed, he would absolutely kill for his siblings.

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