Post by Deleted on Sept 16, 2006 16:36:11 GMT -5
Anil Hawkins just couldn’t fathom the enigmatic man that was the headmaster. At age nineteen, he was already a powerful influence in the magical community. Dark wizards had considered him enough of a threat to try and take down this very school. Who exactly was Talon Windwaltz? Such were the thoughts running through the former auror’s mind as he approached the headmaster’s office.
He had spent many long months searching for this man, chasing false lead after false lead. Anil had heard many things about him. He was the hero, the savior, and all sorts of other rot. Anil wasn’t interested in Talon’s daring deeds of bravery. However, after finally meeting the man, Anil was forced to give him a grudging amount of respect. He was a leader; that much was true. People looked to him in times of need and he seemed near invincible. Until that one day.
Talon the Traitor, Talon the Hypocrite was sent fleeing from his own halls. Talon the Coward, Talon the Deserter, had abandoned his precious school to save his own selfish skin. Anil had truly wanted to murder the gutless Talon with his own bare hands. But then the man had the gall, the nerve to come trotting back to them in the middle of the war as if nothing had happened, with no explanation for them. And the School welcomed him back like a missing puppy.
Anil was sick with disgust. Talon the Good, Talon the Great. He was suddenly good again. People loved him again. Anil refused to be swayed. Talon had lost whatever reluctant respect Anil had for him the moment he cowered. He would not serve under a hypocrite like him. They were all the same. He would get what he came here for in the first place, then leave. The flame-haired man knocked loudly on the doors of the school headquarters.
After all, Aylen Hawkins was still missing.
He had spent many long months searching for this man, chasing false lead after false lead. Anil had heard many things about him. He was the hero, the savior, and all sorts of other rot. Anil wasn’t interested in Talon’s daring deeds of bravery. However, after finally meeting the man, Anil was forced to give him a grudging amount of respect. He was a leader; that much was true. People looked to him in times of need and he seemed near invincible. Until that one day.
Talon the Traitor, Talon the Hypocrite was sent fleeing from his own halls. Talon the Coward, Talon the Deserter, had abandoned his precious school to save his own selfish skin. Anil had truly wanted to murder the gutless Talon with his own bare hands. But then the man had the gall, the nerve to come trotting back to them in the middle of the war as if nothing had happened, with no explanation for them. And the School welcomed him back like a missing puppy.
Anil was sick with disgust. Talon the Good, Talon the Great. He was suddenly good again. People loved him again. Anil refused to be swayed. Talon had lost whatever reluctant respect Anil had for him the moment he cowered. He would not serve under a hypocrite like him. They were all the same. He would get what he came here for in the first place, then leave. The flame-haired man knocked loudly on the doors of the school headquarters.
After all, Aylen Hawkins was still missing.