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the genius behind it all. I´m just exploring her world, trying not to get lost.
pawed the ground nervously. The time drew closer. He was alone in the clearing,
but he knew the others would come soon enough.
lingered upon the moon. Her light was gently touching and turning to silver
every twig and every leaf. It looked serene and peaceful. It reminded him of
the unicorns. But it was far less vulnerable, nothing could alter the way of
the stars. Nothing could stop the darkness creeping up on their world once
again. The slain unicorns were only the first victims.
an inaudible sigh. What had happened the night before was the reason they were
meeting, but there was a part in it nobody had foreseen. His part, and it had
not gone unnoticed. There would be consequences. He was prepared. He had
arrived in the clearing at moonrise, long before the others. To his surprise he
found that he did not like waiting. Briefly he marvelled at the fact that after
years and years of studying the heavens, he still felt as impatient as ever.
But soon enough the others would assemble. Assemble to judge about him.
shook the dew out of his hair. He had never seen Bane more furious than last
night, when he had “caught” Firenze rescuing the Potter boy. Are you a
common mule? Firenze knew he had been doing the right thing. However the
insult still stung.
managed to defend himself fairly well then, but all the time while he had been
trotting through the dark forest, trying to make his steps as even as possible
for Harry´s sake, he had been sick with worry. The last word had not been
started to feel nervous. What was the worst they could do to him? We are sworn not to set ourselves against
the heavens…Their law was firm and merciless. It had helped them to survive
in a merciless world. As long as history could remember, their knowledge had
been their treasure and their curse. Their secrets were well kept and passed on
over generations. This wisdom was the pride of their race.
to himself. Of course the humans, always trying to explain the world to
themselves, had been bound to notice this. In the old times, they had often asked
the centaurs for advice, only—if one believed the tales—to twist it to fit
their own narrow-minded interpretation. With horrendous results…
Had it been
in those times, Firenze wondered, that his people had acquired the habit of
speaking in riddles? It was a wise approach, considering how everyone who had
asked for counsel had sooner or later returned to complain about it. Not even
centaurs could be sure of what they Saw. Watching the humans´ pathetic attempts
to form the world according to their whim had perhaps taught them caution.
Trying to change Fate was dangerous. Apart from futile.
had tried. There was no point denying it. Or had he just played his role, as
written in the stars?
knew he had done all he could to fight something dark and evil. If nothing was
sure, how could he just stand back and let things happen?
of a twig behind him startled Firenze. He could make out shadowy forms between
the trees, illuminated by a full moon high above them. The others had begun to
there first. Shooting Firenze a dark glare, he made his way to the great oak in
the centre of the clearing. Magorian turned up right after him. Ronan suddenly
appeared, out of nowhere as always, and he eyed Firenze with worry before he
joined Magorian and Bane at the trunk of the oak. Slowly the clearing filled
with over a hundred Centaurs, all of which looked at Firenze briefly when they
arrived. He met eyes full of concern, anger, curiosity. He felt steadily worse.
He had never
imagine he would be this afraid. He could tell the decision had been made
already. They all gave him a wide berth, as if he was carrying some contagious
disease. He was left outside the circle, outside the herd. This could only mean
Ronan pushed himself away from the trunk of the oak and strode over to Firenze,
followed closely by Bane. The others were breaking ranks to make way for them,
leaving a free space in the circle. Ronan beckoned him forward. Slowly Firenze
mad a few steps, then a hand on his shoulder told him to stay where he was. In
his place among the others.
Firenze sneaked a sideways look at Bane. His expression showed that their
disagreement was far from settled, but the knot in his stomach seemed to unclench.
The last word had not been spoken yet, neither would it be spoken tonight.
silence fell in the clearing, punctured only by the occasional stamping of
hooves, the swish of a tail. The tension in the air was nearly tangible. But
when Magorian stepped into the centre of the circle to address the others,
inclining his head in greeting, Firenze couldn´t help but to sigh with relief.
He wondered if the others knew how hard he had tried, last night, to alter the
way of the stars. And that, in this very place, he had helped Hagrid to bury
the dead unicorn. It had been the only thing to do. Firenze knew he always
would do anything he could, sure though he was that this had been the last