Post by Hayzie (ghosty) on Jun 20, 2006 9:26:37 GMT -5
There are children standing here,
Arms outstretched into the sky,
Tears drying on their face.
He has been here.
[/center]Arms outstretched into the sky,
Tears drying on their face.
He has been here.
Sylph had offered to bring her back, and there was no objection in the matter. Back at the school, the purple-haired girl had pretty much said that they were going, and had brought the Divination Professor along with them. After all, he had been the one to offer her an escort back to the town, hadn’t he?
But her return to Drakborough had not been how Hayzie had imagined it. Not at all. It was no longer the home she had grown to love since January, it was no longer a place of peace, fun and games. It was a deserted town.
Many hid now behind their doors, children ran through the streets looking at every stranger that passed them with a look in their eyes that screamed out that they were terrified. The events had taken place three months before, and yet still the nightmares lived on in the town. Still, the people had not risen to the hope that there was still something to cling on to. Too much had happened that night, and their town had been turned upside down.
Really, it was small wonder they were still scared.
Brothers lie in shallow graves.
Fathers lost without a trace.
A nation blind to their disgrace,
Since he's been here.
[/center]Fathers lost without a trace.
A nation blind to their disgrace,
Since he's been here.
All around the town, Hayzie could see Missing posters were pinned on various boards, still from that night. Some of the people hadn’t been seen since, and were presumed dead and buried. If they were buried at all. While she had been in Diadem, the blonde girl had seen some of the people on the posters. One or two had died and been unceremoniously removed from the torture room. Others had still been living when Hayzie had left. Idly, she wondered as to their fate now, if they were still alive, freed or dead.
So much had been lost that night… not just materialistically. Families had been torn apart forcefully, some went back indoors while others stood and fought for their town, their homes, their loved ones, and were never seen again.
And I see no bravery,
No bravery in your eyes anymore.
Only sadness.
[/center]No bravery in your eyes anymore.
Only sadness.
Choking back tears at the thought, and at the sight of the scene in front of her. This wasn’t home. Home was somewhere peaceful and quiet. Somewhere people would stop in the street to say hello and ask how you were, not scurry past hastily with their eyes lowered and not even quirking their lips upwards in recognition. This was a broken town, Hayzie knew it from sight alone.
Swallowing the lump that had appeared in her throat, the blonde girl drew in a rather large breath, trying to quash the tears that threatened to spring to life. This was what the Shadows had reduced the town to, and Talon Windwaltz hadn’t been there to help, she knew that much. The one they looked up to to help them in their time of need hadn’t appeared. Hayz couldn’t hate him for it… she had tried to take his place, and failed miserably. She had tried to confront the Shadows, be the hero to save the day, but only ended up a victim in the whole mess.
At that thought alone, a tiny whimper left her lips. The townspeople weren’t the only ones who had been left scared. Hayzie’s own eyes told a story – told the story of how she wasn’t sure if this was really what she wanted… the uncertainness as to whether she had the courage to return or whether her own Gryffindor-like bravery would pack its bags and leave for somewhere else. Somewhere else she would try and call home.
Houses burnt beyond repair.
The smell of death is in the air.
A woman weeping in despair says,
He has been here.
[/center]The smell of death is in the air.
A woman weeping in despair says,
He has been here.
Walking through the debris-strewn streets had been enough to stir Hayzie’s ever violent emotions… but nothing had prepared her for what would come next. Her shop… the banners were still up from her opening weekend back in April… April Fool’s Day if she remembered rightly. The windows on the shop were smashed, and the walls were barely standing. There was graffiti on the sign which had been snapped in two near the middle, and all of her stock had gone.
Everything had gone.
All her stock, her sign, her home… Everything she had worked so hard for… gone. In the space of one night; everything. Hayzie took a step backwards and shook her head. Could this really be fixed? Was it possible to rebuild everything? The shop, the apartment above it, the stock… her life.
Hayz brought her hand to her mouth in disbelief as she shook her head again and closed her eyes. This really was happening. The scenes from the night many months before came flashing back into her mind, and the blonde’s already white face paled even more. She couldn’t even dare to speak… her words would end up choked and flustered. They had got to her in more ways than one. The silence from the owner of the shop they were stood in front of them could also have been shock. She knew it had been bad, but hadn’t imagined it had been as bad as this. Even what she had seen when that man had taken her to one of the Inn’s hadn’t been as bad as this, or so she thought.
Tracer lighting up the sky.
It's another family’s‚ turn to die.
A child afraid to even cry out says,
He has been here.
[/center]It's another family’s‚ turn to die.
A child afraid to even cry out says,
He has been here.
Then it was as though everything was on pause. Not a sound infiltrated the streets of Drakborough as the three stood in front of the shop, the smaller of the trio still staring in a state of shock. The tears were there, waiting to fall, but Hayzie couldn’t do it. Crying was a weakness, and weakness implied fear. Fear, in relation to how the blonde was feeling at that moment, was an understatement. She was paralysed with the thought that they were going to come back and get her, take her back to the Fortress and this time not let her go, even back to Fenris Fenrir. They had all been determined enough to chase after her when she had escaped the Woods, and from the Fortress the first time. Would they really give up so easily?
A flash of thunder lit up the evening-darkened streets making the girl visibly jump where she stood and look up to the sky, fear widened green eyes trying to make out any figure coming from it. There was none.
And I see no bravery,
No bravery in your eyes anymore.
Only sadness.
[/center]No bravery in your eyes anymore.
Only sadness.
As those emerald orbs lowered again, back first to the shop and then to the floor, Hayzie let a shuddery breath leave her quivering lips. How had they done this to her? Reduced the blonde girl to nothing more than a shaking, fearful mouse as opposed to a fighter? The ending wasn’t supposed to be like this, but then endings never were what t hey should be. Hayz knew that as well as most. The fight hadn’t meant to end up as it did, she definitely wasn’t meant to end up in Fenris’s forest, and yet it had all happened.
Everything happened for a reason, and not for the first time in her life, Hayzie’s bravery had been sapped for a reason. Why, she would likely never know, but she hated it. The witch hated feeling defenseless and scared. Fear was a word that rarely came into her vocabulary until she was forced to look back on things, or see the effects of the actions others, or she, had taken. This time, the bravery had fled, for what could be good, and had been replaced by a mixture of fear, shock and misery.
There are children standing here,
Arms outstretched into the sky,
But no one asks the question why,
He has been here.
[/center]Arms outstretched into the sky,
But no one asks the question why,
He has been here.
They all knew the reason. They knew who had been to their town, and they knew who was to blame for the wreckage. No one needed to ask. Even the Phrophet from London hadn’t had to ask. They knew it all already. They had seen it first hand, and suffered at the hands of the Shadows. Only they could cause so much devastation for a wide number of people.
Even Hayzie, who had been gone since the attack, didn’t need to ask how everyone felt. She didn’t need to ask, there was no way she could.
They had definitely left a town fallen on its knees and filled to the brim with terror. They had definitely done what they had set out to do. They had made their mark on Drakborough, and would likely find somewhere else further afield sometime soon. Somewhere like Firefox Academy. Hayzie’s eyes drifted back over to the school for a few seconds. Could she go and help there? No. He would only know. Unknown would find out, she was sure of it, and there would be no escape whatever he saw fit afterwards.
Old men kneel and accept their fate.
Wives and daughters cut and raped.
A generation drenched in hate.
Yes, he has been here.
[/center]Wives and daughters cut and raped.
A generation drenched in hate.
Yes, he has been here.
Hatred was a strong emotion, and Hayzie very rarely felt it, but for Unknown and his followers, the blonde had no other feeling for. Hatred was the only way she would ever describe how she felt about them, despite whatever her evil twin would say, if they were ever to meet again. Giada, he had named her. She was a good half a foot taller with black hair, but in every other way, Hayzie’s mirror image. She had no idea why Unknown had done it, but he had… and that was what mattered. He had a plan… she was sure of it.
But the one thing Hayzie was sure of, they had most definitely been there. They had been, done what they aimed to do, succeeded, and left again. Left Drakborough and its people in ruins, and beginning their reign of terror on the town.
And I see no bravery,
No bravery in your eyes anymore.
Only sadness.
[/center]No bravery in your eyes anymore.
Only sadness.
The bravery had gone. Hayzie knew it. It had all faded.
Moving backwards again, a tear rolled down her cheek. “I can’t stay,” she squeaked, her voice evidently choking behind her words. “I have to leave.” Shaking, Hayzie sat on a bench that was still mostly in tact and put her head in her hands.
They had most definitely been there.