This is, as you can guess, a story about the founders of Hogwarts. This is not the sequel to my story Obedient Slave, BUT the sequel to this will also be the sequel to that.
Disclaimer: I don't own the founders, the castle, the lake, the forest or anything else from the books. I do own anything that doesn't sound familiar (i.e. the founder's parents and their hometowns/kingdoms, unless they're actually real, which I don't think they are).
The Founders' Troubles
Lady Helga of Dukeburrow, daughter of Lord William and Lady Cathline of Dukeburrow, sat on the steps of a large castle in the middle of nowhere and pulled her shawl tighter. Her long blonde hair and bright green eyes were enough to get compassion out of at least a servant, but she dared not go in for the warning on the doors:
First my tasks you must face,
then I shall end you without a trace.
Helga was in the greatest of disgrace. Her father had banished her, disowned her, and thrown her out in the cold with only the clothes on her back and a few coins. He had found out that the reason all the girl's poor governesses fled, screaming of ghosts was because, in her sleep, Helga had dreamed of them being frightened by spirits. William was furious. His daugher could not possibly be a witch, and so, quick as a whip, she was no longer his daughter. The story that the people were told involved Helga going innocently out for a walk in the woods and being attacked and killed by a wild beast.
But now, after weeks of walking, begging (never stealing), and barely any sleep for fear, she was sitting, and waiting; for what she had no idea. Luckily though, she thought she saw at least part of it when a figure with a shock of bright red hair on a horse came around the side of a nearby lake which was half in the forest.
Prince Godric of Brichxelhaven, son of King Pierce and Queen Gwendellen of Brichxelhaven had been practicing his swordsmanship with his best friend, John. The fight had been going well, until the two boys noticed all the young ladies watching, one of which was Lucile: the girl who the boys had chosen to compete over that week.
"I tell you Godric," said John, "I'm going to have some fun with her."
This made the thirteen year old prince unbelievably angry. He took the codes of chivalry very seriously and could not stand men who acted as if women were things. "What do you mean?" he asked cautiously, unable to believe that his closest friend could be so despicable.
"What does it sound like I mean?" said the fourteen year old with an ill-meaning glint in his eye.
It happened in a flash of bright light that sent the ladies scampering. Godric moved his sword-arm away from his eyes and saw his best friend slumped against the far fence. The prince had lived up to the term dubbed to those with the fiery hair of his mother's family, and had disregarded the cool temperment of his father's, which was portrayed in cool blue eyes. Godric ran.
Salazar, first in line to become Duke of Nox, son of Duke Tomas and Duchess Aurelia urged his horse on. He was confident that wherever he was going he would be able to get along quite nicely. It was due to the charm he had inherited from his mother, along with her brown eyes, and his father's jet-black hair and dashing good looks. At the age of thirteen he could charm a nun out of a convent, not that he wanted to, but knowing this made him very certain that he could get by no matter where he ended up.
He had been banished, disowned, etc., and did he care? Not a bit. He was still Salazar, and that was all that mattered to him. True, the reason that he had been banished in the first place was enough to scare any normal person out of their mind, but he was Salazar. He had been found by a maid talking to the snakes on the garden wall. That was definitely not normal, and if there was one thing Duke Tomas could not stand it was anything that went outside of the proverbial box. Aurelia had begged, and begged, and begged some more, but it did absolutely no good, Salazar was stripped of his title and thrown out into the street. He had managed to sneak back in and get his horse, some food and a considerable amount of money though.
Now he was riding through the forest, wondering when God would see fit make the point of this little excursion clear. As he rounded a bend he saw a young girl ahead of him. She had long, dark brown hair and wore a dark blue cloak. Salazar decided to go and visit.
Godric waited on the outskirts of the Brichxelhaven capital only long enough to find out what happened to John, meaning he didn't stay around long since John woke up that very night. Once he knew John was fine he threw his sword into the river and set off for places he dared not imagine. Luckily Brichxelhaven was close to the ocean and he came to the seashore in less than a fortnight. He joined a ship that took him across what was to be known as the English Channel and then began walking again. He didn't know where he was going but he knew it was far away. He later found a merchant who was sitting on the side of the road, his horse tethered, wares on the ground.
"Come 'ere boy," said the merchant. When Godric complied the man continued, "You may not know this, seeing as ye're young, naive an' grew up in a nice, rich home, but trade is dead. That means there is no use fer me. So I'm offering ye a job. Ye lead my horse into the next town--me, wares, an' all and I'll give ye the horse. I plan on settlin' down in yonder town, an' I'm not one to keep such a beauty chained up in some stable. She needs a young man to treat 'er right an' ride 'er a fair amount, not too much mind ye. Will ye do it?"
"Of course good sir," Godric bowed and began packing up the wares.
The merchant chuckled to himself as he watched.
"Well well," came a voice, "what have we here?"
The young girl looked up, her yellow brown eyes flashing.
When she didn't answer the young man continued, "I can tell you're a serf, girl. Now what are you doing way out here, so far away from your family?" Silence. "Answer me!" yelled the boy, pulling his horse forward and around to cut the girl off.
"I have no family. They disowned me," she said without even a hint of regret.
"Why?" Salazar asked more kindly. She looked down and if he hadn't known better he would have thought she was ashamed and not just shying away from the question, he let it past anyway. "What is your name?"
"A beautiful name for a beautiful girl."
This comment, which was meant good naturedly, seemed to make the girl angry. She looked up at him sharply, took a few large steps back, ran forward and, when she was barely a foot away, jumped, kicking the side of a nearby tree for extra height. Salazar looked, ready to catch her. She had grasped a branch above his head and was now standing on it. She looked down at him, scowled, and jumped back onto the path on his other side.
Salazar looked after her, thinking, 'I wonder if I'll ever meet another girl who my charm doesn't work on. No, never going to happen.' He noted that the cloak she was wearing hid any features that might make her more inviting to talk to, and the fact that the bird feather behind her left ear had not moved during her exercise.
He suddenly stopped thinking about the girl and turned around, he had heard something. Then he saw them, they were obviously theives, and a lot of them at that. He urged his horse into a gallop and went after Rowena. He leaned over, grabbed her off the ground and continued to ride.
"What do you think you're doing?" she hissed, not able to see him because she was on her stomach in front of him.
"Look behind us," he said.
She did and her voice hardened. "They're still coming, and fast. Unless your horse can go faster they'll catch us."
"Wonderous. Let me up." With some manuvering Salazar found himself trying to guide his horse from behind a girl whose height he had obviously miscalculated. "Promise you won't be afraid?"
"Will what your about to do help?"
"It should save us, or at least buy time."
"Then I promise."
Rowena proceded to make sounds that Salazar had only ever heard a bird use. Answering cries echoed from the surrounding trees. Seconds later there were screams from behind them, but Salazar did not take the time to turn. He only stopped when his horse could go no further, turning to face the theives--they were nowhere to be seen. He examined the surrounding trees and when he was confident that the theives were gone he dismounted, Rowena following. A large hawk perched on the saddle.
"Thank you Pest," Rowena said, petting the birds breast with the back of two fingers.
"It's short for Pest Killer. He and his friends fought off those bandits."
"Oh. So you talk to birds?" Rowena nodded. "Well then," Salazar bowed, extending his hand. Rowena curtsied in kind and gave him her own hand, which he kissed. "I talk to snakes. My father banished and disowned me because of it."
"Now m'lady," he motioned for Pest to move, "would you care to accompany me on my journey?"
"I'm not possative, but I know that I am going somewhere."
"Well, I have nowhere else to go." Rowena mounted and Salazar took the reigns, leading the horse.