Post by Protégé on Dec 2, 2006 19:37:22 GMT -5
The crypt. One of the first places Protégé went to in the school when he first came to Firefox. And here he was again, after he had gone off chasing the shadow who had his wand. However, during this travel, Protégé felt something he had never felt before, except maybe back when he first went off to see where his feet would take him. It was homesickness, a feeling that he thought he had lost long ago. Attachment to a place had never been something he had known of, and he was used to going in and out of places as if they had revolving doors. But for some reason, leaving Firefox had caused him to feel that complex mix of emotions some call homesickness. He couldn't identify what the mix was, but whatever it was, it was strong enough to make him leave the hunt for revenge and actually let his enemy go.
But that still raised the question as to why he was here. The atmosphere of sadness, loss, depression was normally strong enough to drive away people, but not Protégé. Maybe that's why he did come to here. Maybe, since he was staying put and being around people, he went to where it was most likely he would find solitude. It was probably like something a doctor may give a recovering chain smoker to overcome their oral fixation. Who knew, though?
He knew he'd have to get a new wand eventually. The dagger that he had lost, however, was in a back corner in his mind. He was a wizard, and wizards were normally magic using people. True, while he could use a wand, the dagger had always been his first resort. But now, a physical weapon wasn't something that really came to mind now. Was this another effect of the university? His shift from physical weapons to magical?
He pondered these thoughts while he sat on the floor of the crypt, leaning on the tomb of Salazar. Salazar's tomb had been the first one he visited when he came here, and he would come here whenever he really needed to think. Now, he was here, but hidden, sticking to the shadows of the tomb with his school cloak wrapped around him to try and hide in the shadows. Even so, his cloak didn't hide the barely combed dirty blonde hair, or the dark green eyes, or the other notable features of his head. But, it gave him a little concealment, and that helped out somewhat.
As he often did when he was thinking, he tilted his head forward and knocked it back against the tomb, as if it would knock some ideas or answers into his head. Maybe it was something about Spain. After all, Salazar chose to settle here for a reason. Course, it might have just been secluded from society, and a good place for the school. Heh, he thought, traveled to a place so he'd find no people to get in the way. There's a feeling I know. Course, if he wanted to get away from people, why did he come back to school? Was it wanting to get back to people that brought him back? If so, why did the first place he go be the place he went to avoid people? Stupid paradoxial thoughts...., he thought. Eventually I'll meet a person, and then maybe I'll find out what the answers are.
But that still raised the question as to why he was here. The atmosphere of sadness, loss, depression was normally strong enough to drive away people, but not Protégé. Maybe that's why he did come to here. Maybe, since he was staying put and being around people, he went to where it was most likely he would find solitude. It was probably like something a doctor may give a recovering chain smoker to overcome their oral fixation. Who knew, though?
He knew he'd have to get a new wand eventually. The dagger that he had lost, however, was in a back corner in his mind. He was a wizard, and wizards were normally magic using people. True, while he could use a wand, the dagger had always been his first resort. But now, a physical weapon wasn't something that really came to mind now. Was this another effect of the university? His shift from physical weapons to magical?
He pondered these thoughts while he sat on the floor of the crypt, leaning on the tomb of Salazar. Salazar's tomb had been the first one he visited when he came here, and he would come here whenever he really needed to think. Now, he was here, but hidden, sticking to the shadows of the tomb with his school cloak wrapped around him to try and hide in the shadows. Even so, his cloak didn't hide the barely combed dirty blonde hair, or the dark green eyes, or the other notable features of his head. But, it gave him a little concealment, and that helped out somewhat.
As he often did when he was thinking, he tilted his head forward and knocked it back against the tomb, as if it would knock some ideas or answers into his head. Maybe it was something about Spain. After all, Salazar chose to settle here for a reason. Course, it might have just been secluded from society, and a good place for the school. Heh, he thought, traveled to a place so he'd find no people to get in the way. There's a feeling I know. Course, if he wanted to get away from people, why did he come back to school? Was it wanting to get back to people that brought him back? If so, why did the first place he go be the place he went to avoid people? Stupid paradoxial thoughts...., he thought. Eventually I'll meet a person, and then maybe I'll find out what the answers are.