11. Chapter Eleven
As the weak winter sunlight started to creep through the tree leaves, and the heavens slowly began to change from inky black to periwinkle blue, Rowena silently snuck out of the makeshift tent, and went to sit on a flat rock. It was a habit of hers just to admire nature. A voice behind her made jump, but whipping around, she saw that it was only Godric. "What are you doing up so early?" she asked in an accusatory tone.
"The same I was going to ask you." Godric replied.
They sat in silence for a while, watching the stars fade from sight, and the pale, frosty clouds drift across the horizon. "It's not fair," Rowena said some time later. "I don't get why they have to be the normal ones." Godric knew she meant 'they' to be the people. She continued, "I mean, we're just the same, the only difference is that we have better abilities." Rowena glanced at Godric. She had expected him to defend them, or say that what she was saying wasn't true. Instead, she found Godric looking mildly interested.
"You're right." He spoke vaguely, as though he were deep in thought. "You have a great point." By now, the sun had really risen, casting shadows on the nearby trees. Small noises behind them told them Salazar and Helga had woken.
"You know what Godric?" Rowena questioned him.
"I think I've got an idea that will fix all of this."