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kaetastic · 5 years

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YOUR EMPTY WORDS

pairing: Deceased!Regulus Black X Reader

summary: Regulus passing had left Y/N with creeping memories. Despite her attempts to warn his mess of an older brother, she had failed. Finally, her dead lover’s brother had met her once again.

word count: 3.2k+

warning: angst, mention of death, tears, denial, grief

note: NOT MY BEST WORK. Sorry, I haven’t been posting lately, I just finished my exams and though I read- my writing wasn’t that active. I’ve been feeling so empty with a hole inside of me, I feel like something’s wrong but I don’t know. Anyways, enjoy and take care 💕💓

A muffled force on the front door vibrated through the petite house. The faint fragrance of her freshly batch of sticky dough filled the air, a low hum produced by the oven as it heated the contents, a melody created by the ticking of the small timer that rested firmly onto the heating glass; the familiar smell coated her heart with joy as a short play of her past previewed itself in her head. The gluey lump connected her fingers like frail bridges that were pulled down as if a heavyweight stepped onto it. Her eyes glossed away from the counter that had been sprinkled over with flour, scattering as it prevents the ability for the dough to stick itself onto the area.

Nudging her head to peek below the overhead cabinets through the set of the wooden counter, shadows of feet blocked the sunlight as it plays a light show. The window had been closed with a curtain. That is how she liked it. It was no use if she had poked her head to take a quick glimpse of those who stood in front of the house for it was blocked by a tall-standing hedge. She cursed at her frequent memory loss of forgetting to remove it. How she always thought of doing it, to only end up not doing said-removing.

“Just a minute!” She yelled out, frantically shaking her wrists over the sink, drips and strands plopped away to slam itself onto the walls of the vessel as it screamed a splatter. With a soft rinse, the leftover grease glazed her fingertips; nothing the apron couldn’t handle. The hurried wipes on the covered fabric left drag of her wet hands left a mark, like tracks of tires on a sludge of snow.

Shuffles of feet dragged across the vigorously clean floor with no left visible speck of dust, hard work clearly pays off. She cleared her throat, muttering short syllables words under her breath- wincing when it sounded too high. It was not often for her to have visitors nor guests, due to her detachment from society. She wore a widened smile, displaying her twinkling teeth. It lost. Corners of her lips quirked down like wilted flowers; pent up anger sipped through her. The discontent she had managed to stuff in a box jumped out as if the lock had cut open. The grip on the handle tightened at the face she wished she hadn’t met. The resemblance between him and his brother was too similar, she hated it. How dare he? Bringing up his face anytime he wanted. She gritted her teeth as her nostrils flared red, the prominent veins pulsed in her neck.

“I see you’ve taken the liberty and pack up all your chivalry to finally talk to me. What a delight isn’t it? Well, it was nice to see you,” Her hands flicked to slam the door shut with no hesitation, as if she had planned this a long time ago. Slight pride in her ignited at her wise choice. The only sound that echoed through the house was those emitted from the kitchen, the whooshes from the passing vehicles and the silence that placed itself between the trio and her. Not the sweet sound of the door meets the frame. Pent up rage prodded itself, if she was alone- with her own emotions, she could’ve fallen down on her knees and begged. Begged for the return of her fallen lover. However, it was accompanied. Sorrow didn’t come alone for it walked side by side with anger. The feeling she had to face all by herself to overcome the darkness that cowered over her.

In the corner of her eyes, she noticed another pair of heads that stood behind him. But the redness painted the background of Sirius. Maybe, just maybe- if he had come sooner, or if he was there to reassure of the loss of someone from both of their lives, she wouldn’t be so pressed or uptight about the situation. The sight of him sickened her. Narrowed eyes, she tried to ignore the poking words that desperately wanted to fall off her tongue. It took her a master to accept silence while her endless days of sleep as voices spoke to her, it had no mercy. The world had no mercy.

The tension between the two was so prominent, the passersby would glance at the woman who had her hair flared up with raging fire. The ball of aura that surrounded the pair waved thundering electricity. Even the youngest who wore round glasses pointed it out. He looked so familiar. But she couldn’t lay her finger on it. “What are you doing?” She stressed out every syllable, the grip she held on the door could’ve formed a dent, possibly cracked it in half if he managed to push her to the edge. Glancing at his foot that sat in between the frame and the door, preventing her ability to make a quick escape; a scowl formed on her lips.

Sirius’s untamed and wild hair matched well with his personality, crazy and on the verge of being labelled as a psychopath, or what the wizarding world has already named him as, a murderer. Or it was due to the fact it was windy. Nonetheless, she was sick of him. The brother of the man she loved had never bothered to check with her during the days all she wanted to do was let go. It was selfish for her to say that someone should’ve visited her regularly. But she had no one left.

Disappointment and frustration laced the air; a twinkle of content glittered in the space between them, “Please, hear me out Y/N.” She scoffed, she couldn’t help but be amused by his stubbornness and determination. As if she would do so. Arms crossed, she quirked an eyebrow at the wizard.

“What is there you could possibly say? Hm?” The papers of his face splattered on every wizarding walls she has walked by was being sharpened; ready to slither his throat. “Why are you even here? Shouldn’t you be in Azkaban? Where you belong?” Sirius could not help but feel the drumming of his veins, a frail crack formed over his heart, that was emptied out by the hellhole he was forced to live in. Leaving nothing but blood pulsing out and all the joy he felt dumped out, sucked in by the grey creatures. Mouth gaped open, he was ready to speak out, to defend himself when someone had done so before he had the chance.

“Wormtail- Peter, I mean, was the one who killed those muggles, not Sirius.” With his string chord of a voice, he sliced the tension. Remus sent him a reassuring smile when he whipped his head back to face his long-life friend, his nearly only existing one. Harry glanced at the adults who stood in front of him with confusion stroked in his eyes, wondering with killing curiosity that terribly suffocated him.

Sirius cleared his throat to face the person he desired to sit with and talk about the thing that has been bugging him ever since. He couldn’t help but notice the glimpse of those who walked past, judging their choice of outfits for the sunny yet windy day, “Please Y/N, I beg of you. Let us in and we can talk.”

His voice irritated her. If she had to compare it to a sound, it would be like the screeching of fingers scratching a blackboard. Ever since Hogwarts, his voice was of nothing but whining, “Sirius is still considered as a vigilante, please?” If only the little kid wasn’t present, she would’ve slammed the door.

With a huff, she plopped herself onto the couch, the seat groaned at the abrupt addition of weight. Arms crossed with her back leaned onto the couch, her eyes narrowed towards the uninvited guests. She wouldn’t be in this situation if she would’ve just shut the door onto his face, just like he did with hers… and Regulus’. Although the unstable walls shivered, she had to be reasonable. Because that was how she had to cope with her farewell of her only lover.

An ear-pitching screech from the timer rung through their ears but Y/N seemed unfazed, not flinching a muscle. The youngest of the group glanced at the open kitchen, towards the, what he hoped would be the silence breaker. As if she could feel the annoyance that twitched in him, she raised an open hand in the air- twirling her fingers without turning back to even glance at what she was doing. Harry stared in awe. The sight of floating utensils flew from one side of the kitchen to the other, some moved around, clashing with the metal sink before soft rinsing of water washed the dirty tools. ‘Magic is brilliant’ thought Harry. Even though being a wizard himself, he couldn’t help but feel his heart rise with light amusement. Harry watched as the door of the oven opened ajar- a tray pulled out, littered on it were treats and baked goods worth salivating for.

The still Hogwarts’ student flinched as a tray made its way to rest on the coffee table that separated the group. Somehow wary if she would poison him, Sirius reluctantly leaned forward to grab one of the filled glass. His sips laced with the sounds that echoed out of the kitchen as if someone was actually partaking in working in the kitchen.

Remus couldn’t help it. He had already scanned the room. He hoped no one saw. He wasn’t nosy, just curious; he liked to call it as so. It felt like home. It was her home. There were marks that seemed sentimental or lovable. Cabinets with glass as a transparent material allowed the displayed items to show itself, a twinkling gold ball glittered into his eyes, Remus winced at the abrupt beam. She was never part of Quidditch. He remembered he had seen her sit on the field many times when teams were participating, he had never saw her on a broom. So he jumped to the right conclusion, it wasn’t hers.

The throb of his heart was something he couldn’t ignore when his eyes landed on a framed photo of a grinning couple, who seemed to be the happiest on the world… as if nothing was against them.

“So? Speak.” She knew she was being harsh, she knew she should’ve controlled the slash of her tongue. But if someone was to avoid you for years, when all you wanted was to sit with them- to converse with one another. To set a base, a foundation, she wasn’t at fault if she said her frustration got the worse of her. Sirius nodded, he cleared his throat as his mind formed the words he desperately wanted to speak out.

“Well, first off, I- uh, wanted to say sorry..,” A scoff fell of her lips at his words. That felt empty and worthless at such time. His eyes twitched, worry angered in his chest. Not wanting to misunderstand him, he did not hesitate to continue his words. “I’m sorry I wasn’t there for you- when my brother left. I’m sorry I didn’t listen to you, I was a mindless idiot!”

“I’m sure you still are.” Sirius ignored her comment.

“I was selfish… for two years you tried to talk to me, but all I did was ignore you.” His head fell down as his shoulders hunched in disappointment, forehead resting on his palm, massaging his temples in an attempt to eradicate the stinging tension.

A slight tinge of satisfaction grew in her chest when she heard the words she had been hoping for, dreaming of. The whole time she thought it would be over, the closure to her story, it wasn’t. It did not feel like the end of a chapter, it wasn’t her closure. There were too many words caught in her heart, all stuffing the chambers which bled., “How about your brother?”

Sirius snapped up to face her, confusion laced his eyes, the windows to the soul they say- if it was true, all anyone would be able to see were the joy memories he had, taken away by the monsters that walk on the floors of the prison, “Huh?”

The corners of her lips quivered at the thought of having a murderer sitting in her house, “Have you ever thought about him? His death? Have you ever mourned for his fall? You haven’t!” Remus was quick to shoot up to try his best to hold her down, his heart ached when she trembled, sobbing her tears that she had been familiar with ever since.

Although he had to maintain as the emotionally stabled one, the years he spent in Azkaban felt forever, it got him, “I have! He is my brother!” He couldn’t help but feel accused on as a finger was pointed at him. It was like the past all over again.

“You chose your friends over him!” It was true, ever since Sirius had been kicked out of the Blacks family- she had never seen him try to talk to his younger brother. The only time they conversed was the day after Sirius ran away to the Potter’s, she could still feel the silence had echoed through the great hall. It was merely a short one. But other than that, they were like strangers; who once had been so close, where the lingered strings were snipped off, the only connection that held frail between them.

Sirius had his own pride too, he was exhausted of being the one to blame ever since the accusation of the murders, without a thought, he yelled back with no attempt to cower the anger away, “He chose the dark side! How about you? You’ve walked willy nilly across the school, stuck to him! Surely you’ve too!”

Remus snapped his head to his friend, who panted with popped out veins, jaw clenched with crashed eyebrows. The body he held in his arms twitched, if it wasn’t for him- she would have crashed down and slumped onto the floor like a sack of potatoes. Her body goes limp. She tried to find comfort in it. The tremble in her voice flipped the cards of hearts upside down, “He was 18, and we were engaged. Where were you?”

His mouth fell to falter open at the overwhelming words that had summarized everything. The sentence that he had formed in his head now diminished at lost. Where was he?

“While you partied away from the house… he left. And though I tried to talk to you… it seemed like all the love you had for your little brother, didn’t even exist,” Silence now covered the house, no sound made by the kitchen as a heart ached. “Yes he chose the wrong side, but he did something you will never be able to, Sirius,”

Harry rested his gaze on her, “He was a man of his own words.” The two figures who were present understood none for only the two did. It finally struck him after realizing what she was going on about, Sirius’s eyes widened with sorrow, at the promise he had made with his little brother. Like a swirl of memory, hurricanes of grey twirled to his past, ‘Sirius! When we grow up… could you be my best man?’ The lightness that was familiar to his chest rose. ‘Of course Regulus.’

His face dulled, dragged down with no reflection in his eyes. ‘It used to be so simple.’ Ear pricking honks from the road echoed through the cracks of the house. No one spoke. The student finally raised his voice, still unsure if it was the right time to speak out for the reason they had paid her a visit, “We came to ask you… if you could help us with this…”

Time stopped. The pulse of transportation in her veins halted when they couldn’t believe what was truly left to display for her. Her lips met each other in confusion, but a sense of shock sent through her spine as her fingers brushed over the scrunched up piece of paper. The creases that were harshly folded seemed neat but the valleys between each quarter formed a river. River of her tears at the familiar handwriting. Her loud sobs filled the hurried air, quick to rest beside her was Remus who was ready to embrace her, softening her fall to the couch.

She thought the pain was over even if his belongings rested on her walls. She thought if she had a mutual understanding with the farewell. Who could’ve thought the sight of his writing stroke a heartstring?

“Of course I’ve seen him, I’ve seen him in front of me… I remember it like it was yesterday, cold and empty. In his presence, all I could call him was ‘My Lord’, words I wished I had never spoken.” The mumbles that fell of her lips were only audible if you say right next to her, the reason why Harry was glancing at the two men with confusion. He stroke them beams of signals, hoping they would get it and pass the message on. However, they never really bothered as they were so focused on her story.

“Did you… get the mark?” Y/N’s head looked up with slight reluctant, unsure if she should tell the story.

“I didn’t… he did. We had a fight and we stopped talking for a while, but, we always found each other after every petty thing,” She wore a faint smile that glinted with joy at the past memory, his face had been painted on the walls of her mind; she was afraid he would be nothing but a vivid dream. So she thinks about him often. “You-Know-Who didn’t mark me as he knew of my value. I had nothing, even though I came from a pureblood family,”

Harry met her gaze, “I had no one. When Regulus left, I had no one. I was alone,” The corners of her lips twitched at the tug of her heart. “He was so young when he left,” Her eyes fazed to the piece of paper between the student’s fingers. “He- he told me of his plans… but now, it’s just hazy. I don’t remember anything,”

Disappointment engulfed her heart as their eyes lit up with hope, glinted with content if they were able to get their next goal, diminished into pouts. “I’m sorry, I was of no help.”

Harry’s eyes softened onto her fingers which would not stop but caress itself, her anxiety was exuding and prominent, “Thank you, for sharing your side of the story,” Remus grinned, hoping it wasn’t seemed force, it would be the last thing he would want her to assume. His fingers clasped her shoulder, reassuring her. “If you ever need anything, don’t hesitate to owl me.”

Although she had lost, she had gone through the harsh levels of grief, denial and the depression that cowered over her- leaving her numb and empty; her vessel dumped with bouncing emotions, she had no one to talk about it to. No one. But now, she did. If she lingered the emptiness and the anger she held against Sirius- she would have to live with it. She wanted it no more. Y/N deserved happiness.

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garavant-temple · 7 years

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The Beast Beneath: Part 3

Much to my surprise, Celestia didn’t lead us straight towards the woods. Quite contrary to her urgency, she took us in the opposite direction towards the town center, marching on a few paces ahead of the rest of us.

“I thought we were headed to the woods?” I asked when I eventually caught up with her.

“We are. I just thought we might need a few supplies, it is fair walk after all and I figured you might get hungry along the way.”

“I had plenty of food back at my house, why not just take that?”

“There was nothing of interest to me.”

“You were happy enough to eat my cereal.” I quipped, nudging her with my elbow.

Celestia frowned and pushed my arm aside. She searched my eyes again, as if she was trying to tell me something, and seemed disappointed I didn’t pick up the message. “You really are unremarkably human aren’t you?” Even though Celestia smiled as she said this, sorrow dampened her eyes.

The rest of the journey to the town was made in silence between Celestia and I. Behind us, Wolfgang and Flick were on the verge of an argument but I didn’t care enough to listen in. My mind was buzzing with unimaginable thoughts. Both ideas of me being too human and not human at all stretched out in front of me, diverging towards too vastly different futures. One had me continue with life as I knew it and nothing would change, except really everything would be different. I would have no friends and my life up to that point would have been a lie, a very disappointing lie. The other would mean I would leave everything I ever knew behind. Neither of the outcomes seemed ideal - and it all hung on the question of whether or not I was in fact human.

“You know, you shouldn’t think so much.” Celestia said when we’d finally stopped walking.

I looked at her quizzically.

“You’ll give yourself a headache, I can see the tension in your face.” She laughed and prodded my forehead. “I know this must have been a lot to deal with all in one morning. If we could have given you some warning, we would have. But the deal was that you had to be raised as if you were a human and that meant keeping the fact that you might not be secret from you.”

“I understand. I probably wouldn’t have believed anyway, at least not before these markings appeared.” I pulled my shirt down so that Celestia could see the black mark on my chest.

“Hm… Yes, I’ll have a better look at those later if you want. There’s a good story behind that one.”

Flick hurried up beside us. “Celestia…” She panted. “I know you’re not one for rushing but I was just wondering if you were actually planning to get to the cave before nightfall. We’ve been wandering around the town for nearly an hour and you don’t appear to have got any food yet.”

“Observant as ever.” Celestia patted Flick as if she were praising a young pup. “But if you looked a little harder, you’d see we have arrived at the bakery. Now if you two would just wait out here while I attend to some business.” Celestia knocked on the old door, at which it opened just a crack at first but then swung wide open. Celestia was enveloped in two frail arms.

“Is it really that time?” Her aged voice croaked. She turned towards me and her eyes sparkled. She rushed to give me hug that was stronger than I was expecting. “Why I haven’t seen you since, well, since she dropped you off on my doorstep as a wee babe near eighteen year ago.”

An elderly man appeared in the doorway and came to stand behind her. “Joyce?”

“It’s him Derek, it’s the blue eyed babe.”

“Aye? Is tha’ so?” Derek was a foot taller than his dear wife, even with his crooked stance. “So he is. What might I call ya lad?”

“Jake, it’s Jake.”

“Well, ya best come in Jake. We have plenty for ya.” Derek and Joyce lead us through their quaint bakery to a backroom hidden behind a heavy curtain.

“What is this place?” I whispered to Celestia as she stuffed stolen bread into her mouth.

“Derek and Joyce’s bakery. Joyce is an old friend of mine who came here from Occultia after she fell in love with Derek, I trust her completely. So I entrusted her with the task of looking after some stuff for me.”

“Not just stuff, my Lady. Much more than ‘stuff’.” Joyce presented a sword with a 4ft blade, in a delicate navy blue sheath. “This is yours my Lord.”

“Nah, that can’t be mine. I don’t own a sword.”

“But you did once and you’ll need it again, soon I expect.” Joyce thrust the blade into my unwilling arms. I strung it over my shoulders and watched with indifference as I was presented with a stream of gifts. Celestia took most of the small items, filling a large brown stack.

“I’m afraid that this last one won’t fit in our Lady’s sack.” Derek announced, pulling down a dusty old sheet.

I turned to Celestia in disbelief. “Armour, really?”

“Yes. Except we might have some issue, I have already expressed concerns about your height.”

“Aye, he is a bit wee, innee? Come ‘ere lad. Let’s size ya up.”

I stood against the cold metal shell. Even though I couldn’t see, I knew I was a few inches short of the warrior meant to wear it. I saw the spark of belief that Celestia had in me dim a little when she realised how short I fell of her expectations.

“Hmm… well you can always grow into it, or I can get the elves to charm it so it fits. But…”

“But that’s only if I’m the person you want me to be.”

“Exactly, and we still have no real proof of that… Joyce, do you mind preparing us some light refreshment?”

Joyce hurried into the bakery, pulling her husband behind her.

“What’s bothering you, Jake?”

“It’s just… will I really need all of this? If I am this Lord that is.” I pulled the sword from its sheath and inspected it. The reflection on its glinted surface looked barely old enough to leave the house, let alone wield a weapon.

“Maybe not all of it… but yes this is all necessary, and even if you aren’t our Lord, you might want to learn how to use that sword. There are a lot of people who would rather not see the return of Lord Dracarnius to Occultia and some of these people are very powerful in many ways. Even if you are not him, they would not risk the chance – so neither should we.”

“You mean to say there are people out there trying to kill me?”

“There have been since the day you were born. I have protected you so far but as soon as you turn 18, well…”

“You won’t be able to protect me anymore.”

Celestia nodded. “At least it seems you’re getting a grip of the situation we’re in.”

“Heh, it’s not too dissimilar to what I’ve read in books before, about young heroes who come of age and do spectacular things and all that. This whole thing just seems like the plot to some fantasy novel. None of makes sense but neither does anything else I suppose.”

“You do seem to be taking it all really well, we all thought you’d have freaked out by now – in fact, we all placed bets.”

Joyce and Derek re-entered the back room before I could be angry at her.

“We thought it would be better if we ate in the dining room.”

“Oh no need for that, we’ll be taking it to go.” Celestia sprang towards them. “I do hope you didn’t waste time setting the table.”

“You’re going already?” Joyce sounded wounded by the prospect.

“We do have to get back for nightfall. It was nice seeing you again though. And I promise I will return one day.”

“Just don’t make it 18 years this time, we might not be here for the visit.” She chuckled.

Celestia hoisted the sack over her shoulder, made further apologies and farewells, thrust a bag of food in my hands, and alighted to the street.

“What about the armour?” I asked.

“Oh don’t worry about that. It’ll be at the cave when you arrive. Now go, go she won’t wait for ever!”

Joyce and Derek almost forcefully lead me out of their bakery to where my friends – and Celestia – were waiting in the street. Flick was pacing impatiently about, running her fingers so angrily through her hair that her hand got stuck in her messy curls.

“Celestia!” She snapped as we fell from the doorway.

“Felictiy, it is nowhere near night fall yet, do calm down before you make it worse.” Celestia said soothingly.

“It is already noon, are you aware that it isn’t Farredon here?” Flick paused for some understanding from Celestia. “It’s not Summer Celestia, the sun will set in about five hours.”

“Oh is that so? Then you have my apologies. But yes, I agree, we should get moving. I’ll go ahead and determine the best course to get to the cave, for now you free will be best going back towards Jake’s old house.” With that, she disappeared between the streets.

“Why are you so bothered about nightfall anyway Flick?” I asked as we began walking again.

“Oh, it’s nothing serious, you know I’ve never been a fan of the night. And I’d really rather not get stuck in the forest when night does come.”

“Seems understandable to me. If it was an option I would say stay at mine overnight but, that Celestia seems very determined to get to this cave by the end of today. Even if she has been delaying us so far.”

“Celestia’s like that. She may seem scatter-brained and disorganised, but believe me, she knows perfectly well what she’s doing.” Wolfgang chimed in.

“How long have you known Celestia anyway Wolfgang? I don’t think you mentioned it earlier.”

“About 100 years now, I met her when I first started training to be a soldier. I didn’t really last long in the army, but we’ve stayed friends over the years.”

“100 years? Are you doing anything special for the anniversary?” I joked.

“I wouldn’t count on it; she’s completely focussed on you at the moment.”

“Oh, well it’s nice to be loved I guess.” I shrugged. It felt odd being the only one who wasn’t in on it all and yet I was at the centre of everything that was happening. I felt useless not knowing anything. “So where would have Celestia gone anyway?”

“She’ll have found the best route to the forest, in fact she shouldn’t be too much longer. We’re only a little while away from your street and she wouldn’t allow us to go near your house again.”

“Why not? I should at least be allowed to say goodbye to my mum.”

Wolfgang held me by the shoulders. “Celestia will explain later, but it’s just best that you don’t’.”

“Why can’t you just tell me why? You’ve all been speaking in riddles all day, I just want an answer.”

“It’s not my job to tell you Jake, you’ve just got to trust me on this one.”

I stared at him, trying not to let my anger get the best of me. I shrugged away from his grip. I started counting in my head to calm down. Rage burned in my cheeks and I ran. I ignored the cries of my friends as I ran towards the place I called home. I ran faster than I ever thought I could and soon my mother’s car came into sight.

I approached the driveway as she was getting groceries from the boot.

“Do want some help?” I said, thinking if I have to leave forever, it will be on a good note.

“No no… I’m fine thank you.” My mother panted, heaving heavy bags from her car. She stared at me as I stood by her side. “Thank you.” She repeated, as if urging me to leave.

“Would like me to put the kettle on then?” I offered. She grew alarmed and hurried her pace. I followed her down the path, confused as to why she’d act this way.

“Please can you leave!?” She cried as she unlocked our door. “Or I’ll call the police!”

I realised then that she had no idea who I was. I lingered after the door had slammed shut in my face, distraught that the woman I had considered my mother no longer recognised me. I sulked back towards my friends, hoping that her threat had no substance.

“I’m sorry, I should have listened.” I admitted when I reached them.

Wolfgang sighed. “Its fine, Celestia should have at least warned you about it, but I suppose she never though you would actually go back to say goodbye.”

“If it’s any consolation, she did the same to my family as well,” Flick patted me on the back. “Any way, we should head to the forest, Celestia will be waiting for us there.”

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