2. Chapter Two
Now that he was seventeen, the time had come for Godric to travel with the rest of his town to the Meeting Place. The Meeting Place happened annually, on the last day of Autumn. Godric had been raised by the entire town, having no family. He was always curious about where his fellow villagers left to, and today he was finally going to find out.
"So what is this 'Meeting Place'?" Godric asked his foster father, Eric, for the umpteenth time.
"How many times have I told you, Godric," his father said exasperatedly, "don't ask all these silly questions. You'll find out when we get there."
Godric hated it when he said that. "I'm only curious, father. You know me. I've waited ten years."
"And you'll wait ten more unless you quit asking questions." He pointed to a tall sycamore tree. It looked odd, with a dark, gloomy mass of pine trees silhouetted behind it. "You see that tree? That's the Meeting Place."
At first Godric didn't understand. How could that thin tree hold the dozens of people that were about to meet here? But before he could power his father with questions, Godric was being dragged out of the carriage, and pulled right up to the foot of the tree.