Post by Roan on Oct 5, 2007 17:26:40 GMT -5
It had been a year since Roan had stood atop a tower as wonderful as Ravenwood Tower and it was an experiance that she sorely missed. This one's predecessor had bene destroyed during the Shadow War when so much had been lost to Firefox. She had been glad that it had finally been rebuilt but had never taken the time to trek across the school to climb and stargaze or find some solace in the peaceful room. Perhaps it would be because she had become a loner of sorts. She avoided people and had become a recluse of the school because Roan didn't fit in anymore. After that bite she was no longer a witch, what business did she have taking refuge at a magic school? Especially when she was technically a criminal for not reporting herself in as a lycan and when she harbored two technically illegal living metal dragons. But here was her refuge for now until someone would put some direction back into her life.
One night she braved the school hallways enough to make it to the North end of the school to climb to the top of the Tower. Everyone should have been in bed by now, but Roan slept little these days. Her feet were silent as she moved across the stone floors of the school, her arms wrapped around her torso. A long red hooded sweater that was closed with a sash or belt of sorts hung down to her knees and she wore jeans and sneakers. There was no sense in Roan wearing robes anymore, she was not a witch. A fire mage, yes. But that was her only redeeming magical quality.
Quickly she made her way across the bridge that connected to the Tower and up to the top itself. The first thing that met her eyes was Ravenwood's statue, a beautifully made thing that made the smallest of smiles grace otherwise grim features. She had met the Professor but once, but was still saddened at his loss. All losses of the Shadow War were terrible, and it was an event that rested heavily on her heart. For not all losses were physical, the scars of seeing her friend commiting terrible crimes and watching Talon surrender at the head of the Chamber of Secrets were things she would never lose. Suppresing a shudder as the memories of the war Roan averted her gaze from the statue and instead turned her eyes to the stars above her.
Seeing the night sky on the grounds was one thing, being up on the Tower was another. And having the sharp eyesight of a lycan made it even more wonderous. Roan liked the stars, they were beautiful and hopeful; a guiding light in a time in her life mostly filled with uncertain darkness. She ran a hand through her hair as she took a deep breath, reflecting on the last time she had been up here. Who had it been with...
...Muryllis.
That name just made her flinch and want to both slam her fist into the stone and cry at the same time. The last time she had seen him had been right before that stupid duel with Syrus. Where he hadn't even trusted her enough to allow her to stay around and help her, treating her like some child once again. Roan hadn't heard or seen from him since, thinking that he had graduated and left without saying goodbye at all. That had hurt her, because she had cared about him just as much as the rest of her friends...if not more. She just hoped he hadn't died in that duel, because then she'd feel bad at her anger and sadness. It was not easy to lose a friend, but perhaps if he hadn't seen her in this long he was not truly one.
She shook off the thought, not wanting to dwell on it when there were larger matters at hand. Time was at a standstill for Roan and she had yet to choose where she would stand when the next storm would hit the wizarding world. It was not a matter that the comfort of the stars could ease for her, and no answers would come from those celestial gems either. For now she was stuck in limbo. Would she choose her friends and the school that she loved? Or would she choose to do what she thought was right and fight those she thought were wrong? Only time would tell, but for now she was glad to have a lull to both remember those who were lost to her and pray for a better future than what had passed.
One night she braved the school hallways enough to make it to the North end of the school to climb to the top of the Tower. Everyone should have been in bed by now, but Roan slept little these days. Her feet were silent as she moved across the stone floors of the school, her arms wrapped around her torso. A long red hooded sweater that was closed with a sash or belt of sorts hung down to her knees and she wore jeans and sneakers. There was no sense in Roan wearing robes anymore, she was not a witch. A fire mage, yes. But that was her only redeeming magical quality.
Quickly she made her way across the bridge that connected to the Tower and up to the top itself. The first thing that met her eyes was Ravenwood's statue, a beautifully made thing that made the smallest of smiles grace otherwise grim features. She had met the Professor but once, but was still saddened at his loss. All losses of the Shadow War were terrible, and it was an event that rested heavily on her heart. For not all losses were physical, the scars of seeing her friend commiting terrible crimes and watching Talon surrender at the head of the Chamber of Secrets were things she would never lose. Suppresing a shudder as the memories of the war Roan averted her gaze from the statue and instead turned her eyes to the stars above her.
Seeing the night sky on the grounds was one thing, being up on the Tower was another. And having the sharp eyesight of a lycan made it even more wonderous. Roan liked the stars, they were beautiful and hopeful; a guiding light in a time in her life mostly filled with uncertain darkness. She ran a hand through her hair as she took a deep breath, reflecting on the last time she had been up here. Who had it been with...
...Muryllis.
That name just made her flinch and want to both slam her fist into the stone and cry at the same time. The last time she had seen him had been right before that stupid duel with Syrus. Where he hadn't even trusted her enough to allow her to stay around and help her, treating her like some child once again. Roan hadn't heard or seen from him since, thinking that he had graduated and left without saying goodbye at all. That had hurt her, because she had cared about him just as much as the rest of her friends...if not more. She just hoped he hadn't died in that duel, because then she'd feel bad at her anger and sadness. It was not easy to lose a friend, but perhaps if he hadn't seen her in this long he was not truly one.
She shook off the thought, not wanting to dwell on it when there were larger matters at hand. Time was at a standstill for Roan and she had yet to choose where she would stand when the next storm would hit the wizarding world. It was not a matter that the comfort of the stars could ease for her, and no answers would come from those celestial gems either. For now she was stuck in limbo. Would she choose her friends and the school that she loved? Or would she choose to do what she thought was right and fight those she thought were wrong? Only time would tell, but for now she was glad to have a lull to both remember those who were lost to her and pray for a better future than what had passed.