Joined: Fri Sep 18, 2009 9:47 am
Location: Halls of Silence
Grabbing a few tools, he oils and sharpens them while his mind replays the words.
"now is not the time for you to learn this" or "It is not my place to tell you"... This is one of those moments.
The tools ready, he picks up a piece of wood and begins.
Falchion, you can trust Victor. What he says may be confusing, but he does have your best interest at heart.
Falchion growls to himself as wood shavings fly through the air.
...you must unlock the secrets to your past on your own.
The wood begins vibrating.
My past? What does my past have to do with anything? I grew up as a muggle...
Fal looks down at the wood, seeing it vibrating off-center. He places his hand on it to try to steady it...
A deafening roar sounds throughout the cottage. The door shatters as Falchion flies through it. Smoke billows from the opening. Fal lays on the ground, his clothing also smoking. Lying flat on his back, Fal looks around.
When did the stars come out?
He passes out.
Still a Lobostro
"...And no one dared disturb the sound of silence"