So-li-va-gant ~Latin
Someone who wanders or travels the world alone; a solitary adventurer.
Following seasons 1-3 of Supernatural.
Book One of the Solivagant series.
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"Don't yell at her man. El was two seconds away from sealing the deal herself cause she didn't want me losing my brother or you losing yours."
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Our small band of men makes it to Wyoming after the sun has set on this very long day. The cemetery is quite literally in the center of town. Gazing carefully around through the headstones as we enter the graveyard I can't help the uneasy feeling settling in my stomachs pit. I'm a believer in our human instincts being far more acutely tapped into what is happening around us. Like our instincts are more hardwired into our senses then what we can ever hope to understand. So when I flex my shoulders apprehensively and begin rolling my bottom lip from the nerves I can't help but think that storm we were bracing ourselves for has finally hit. And as far as I'm aware the five of us are in the middle without an umbrella to keep us dry.
"El! Over here!" Sam calls from the other end of the cemetery. With Ellen and Bobby checking the perimeter of the cemetery for any site of Jake Talley the three of us were sent in to get a better idea regarding why Samuel Colt placed the Devils Trap as he had. Jogging across through the headstones as respectful as possible I stumble to a stop at the large stone structure Sam and Dean stand before. Tilting my head I squint gazing over the large mausoleum like a gravesite. With his torch Sam holds it over a golden symbol on the door "You know Latin right?"
Stepping closer I reach out and run my hand over the incomplete golden Devil's Trap embedded into the stone. "Fluently", I quietly answer Sam when my fingers trail over what is certainly Latin. Yet as I'm reading it I feel my entire being beginning to freeze up. My voice is laced with fear when I whisper "Oh no."
