First of all, thank you for choosing to read Fate Betrayed Us
. I'm trying to break free of the usual Marauder's era story that I'm used to writing. Breaking free of my comfort zone, and all.
That being said, I'm not an avid Founders era writer, and I'm also not a history buff. So if you find things that are incorrect for that time period, please tell me!
Now, please enjoy!
Chapter image by laelia
These four individuals were brought together for one reason, and one reason only; they all shared a dream. They vowed to themselves and to each other that they would pass on their intelligence to the young and naïve. They swore to themselves that, no matter how hard times were, they would fulfill their duty and complete this unbeknown difficult task.
In the mists of their newfound project, complications are bound to be engraved upon them.
Now, as the four of them begin to build their castle designed for beholding the eye of intelligence, conflicts begin to rise.
She stood out on the cliff’s edge, her blond locks blowing playfully in the seemingly harsh wind. Her golden dress flowed around her ankles, the fabric looking like a treacherous wave set in the ocean. The cloud covered sun emerged, if only for a moment, to cast a dim ray of light over her lively face. Her cheeks glowed like rubies dancing in the afternoon.
She was the perfect image of an angel, with a personality to fit.
I knew the thoughts bouncing through my head were strictly forbidden. If any of it was to escape its position in my mind I would quickly be murdered. Helga’s father was a brutal man, and anyone who dared to look at his daughter without his permission would have a knife through his gut. Helga’s father loved that his daughter was strikingly beautiful. He thrived on the fact that any man would be willing to cut off an arm and a leg to even talk to the poor girl. He enjoyed that he could use his daughter for his own benefit.
And I hated him for that.
Not that he needed his daughter. His usual gain come from the possession of powers. As a wizard, and a powerful one at that, the man had a pull over the Muggles around him. He was the local healer, the great problem solver, and the wealthiest man in the area. He helped the Muggles and in turn they worshiped him for all he did. They thought he was just good with his hands, but they do not know of his actual capability.
If they did, he would be burned. And I would gladly welcome that, if it didn’t put Helga in danger.
How I wished to pull her away from this agonizing life she knew and present her with a new one. I wanted to show her what it was like to have no rules and how good it felt to be free. I wanted to love her and care for her. Most of all, I wanted her to be mine.
She moved her body ever so gracefully and began her adventure back to her home. With each careful step she took, she looked even more beautiful. I had to grab hold of the tree that blocked me from view to stop myself from going out there and confessing my unending love for her.
“Again with the spying, dear Salazar?”
I didn‘t need to turn to know who was behind me. “Not spying, Rowena. Watching,” I answered the teasing voice, my lips twitching into an unmistakably smile. I turned slowly so I could see the smirking, brown haired witch. Her face looked soft and sharp as she surveyed me.
“Call it whatever you like,” she said, “but you know as well as I do that it’s a lost cause.”
“Is it, now?” I wondered, turning back to watch Helga again. She grew smaller and smaller in the distance. I sighed and turned back to Rowena. “Any particular reason you’re
“Oh, not really, I was just in the area and thought I’d pass off some greetings.” A sarcastic smile formed on her lips as my eyes rolled. “I was looking for you. Godric believes he’s found what we’ve been searching for. Though there is one minor problem.”
“May I inquire as to what the problem is?”
“Helga is to be married soon. Her father announced it this morning in the pub.”
My stomach turned with sudden pain. “Married? To whom?” My voice was a lot louder than I had intended it to be, but it didn’t matter to me.
“Raul Allric. That measly son of Keisha and Raynor.” She looked at me for a minute, then lightly touched my shoulder with a frown. “I’m sorry, Salazar. It‘s not her choice, her father likes the status it would give him.” There was no need to say more, it was only a matter of time before it happened.
In refusal to show Rowena my pain, I coughed and shrugged my shoulders defiantly.
“Let us speak to Godric.”
Slowly she nodded her head. “Yes, let‘s.” She twisted around and boarded the white horse that grazed behind her. I followed suit, jumping onto the my own steed. Silently I followed her, allowing the afflicted pain in my heart to swell and spread torture across my body, covering it in an agonizing shell of anguish.
No, this wouldn’t do. Helga belonged to us; Rowena, Godric, and I. We had a castle to build and a future to explore. And this future held no place for Helga’s fiancé, nor did it hold a place for her father.
Yes, something would have to be done. And it looked like I would have to be the one to do it.