➻ reborns | awakening (being rewritten)

three - cloaked figures, run from the past

tras's pov

I pull my hood tight around my wind whipped cheeks. I can feel the harsh autumn winds against my hands as I bring them up to knock against the familiar wooden door. I pause, nervous. I can feel it swelling in my gut. I almost jump as Castro places a gentle hand on my shoulder and squeezes it lovingly.

"We need his council." Castro murmurs from where he stands slightly behind me.

"I know." I whisper and then groan, "I just can't stand the look on his face when I visit."

Castro moves in front of me, and knocks for me. Three quick raps. I can hear the movement, and as it draws closer I suck in a sharp breathe. The door opens, and familiar brown eyes peer out at me.

"Dyos," I murmur pathetically, "We need your help."

He sighs but ushers us in, closing the door tightly. I wade through the books that line his floor in neat stacks. Nothing has changed about his home since I last came, and the familiarity of it brings bitter nostalgia rising up, choking my throat.

I can smell his homemade tea wafting out from the kitchen, and breathe in slowly. He gives me a small smile, and gestures for us to sit. Castro does without hesitance, whereas I take a moment. He doesn't say anything as he moves to the kitchen, and I look at Castro with nervousness. Dyos's silence unnerves me. Cas on the other hand just gives me a soft smile in return, attempting and failing, to reassure me.

Dyos comes back with the tea, and hands us each a cup. "You haven't been by in a while." He says, stern edge present in his voice. I look down, and my fingers become shaky.

"The royal family has upped their search for me. The princess more than ever now that she's general. I know you've seen the posters Dyos — fifty thousand dollars for information that leads to me, one hundred thousand if you bring me in? I'm lucky I wasn't caught on my way here."

"You're a fugitive — have you forgotten?" He says and the sighs. Castro in the mean time is just running his fingers across Dyos's many books, but I know he's listening regardless. "To most your actions are unforgivable, no wonder she wants to bring you in."

"You don't though, or you would have turned me in."

"I'm your godparent child Trassen Nomas." He turns and pours himself more tea, and then sits. "My job is to protect you, no matter how much it kills me the situation you're in." He takes a long breathe. "What do you need my help with?" He asks softly, tone becoming one I remember — kind and loving.

"We found a girl."

He raises an eyebrow. "You found a girl? What does that mean?"

"Recently reborn, with no surrogate."

He scoffs now, shaking his head. "Not possible, everyone needs a surrogate, they're the ones that bring us back to life after all. The girl has to have one. Please tell me you didn't meddle."

"She was laying there Dyos, we waited... but they left her. They saved her life and then left her. We're sure of it."

He's quiet for a long moment, closing his eyes as he thinks. "And where is this girl now?" He asks. "She's about to go through something very difficult." I look at Castro and sigh. He's not going to be happy when I admit she up and left. I know realistically we shouldn't have let her go, but I couldn't just keep her captive.