Strings Of Fate

The End Part 3

That was the thing that truly terrified the man.

"Alastor?" His attention was brought back at the call of his name. His eyes found Charlie's, which were filled with an obvious worry, despite her not voicing it. She held the book between her fingers in a tight grip. She was gripping it so tightly that her nails pressed into the pages, daring to rip the edges.

"Is something wrong?" He asked, referring more to any problems with getting him to heaven rather than her own feelings about the matter.

She seemed to take it that way, he could tell by that look on her face.

Those small dark pupils found his, then slowly fell to the pages of the book, as if she was unable to bring herself to look him in the eyes while saying this. "Alastor.." Charlie's voice held a somberness that was unlike her. "I can get you into heaven.." She clarified. "But do you really know what you're getting yourself into? What you'll be walking into if I send you to the gates? The risk that's involved?"

Alastor resisted the urge to frown. Her questions annoyed him, yet he fought down that nagging urge to snap at her for them. "Charlie, you know me well enough to know my answer to that."

Her frown deepened. "I know.." She said, in a defeated whisper. "I just wanna make sure..that it's worth it." Like a child losing something precious to them; that was what he saw that expression as.

"Anthony is worth everything." Alastor said with certainty. "And I'm going to get him back, or die trying."

Silence fell throughout the library. Only the fireplace filled it, with the small crackles of wood popping as it was burned by the flames.

Alastor sighed, the corners of his mouth twitching. "It's not your choice, it's mine."

Charlie swallowed hard, forcing down the lump in her throat. "You're right." She muttered, her eyes traveled up to find his once more. But this time, they were glossy with the promise of tears.

Alastor showed no emotion to it. He only appeared tired, drained.

But this was far from over, rest wasn't something he had the luxury of nor the time for right now.

With one last breath to steady her nerves, Charlie held the book to where it was levelled with her eyes. Why was she nervous when Alastor was the one going to heaven's gates?

"This spell is ancient. It was created and used to try and contact loved ones in heaven. But it would only work if the bond was strong enough. It's forbidden...I don't know what'll happen when I use it. But it's the only lead I have."

"Use it." Alastor stated with mild impatience.

Nothing could be said to change his mind. The more time that was wasted the more his temper would rise.

There was no stopping him now; not that there ever was.

And she couldn't protect him from what would happen.

Charlie's lips parted...beginning to read the words. The words she spoke were in a language even Alastor was unfamiliar with. However, she seemed to pronounce it with ease, as if this odd language was natural for her. Perhaps it was being one of the royals that allowed her to know it? Alastor probably wouldn't ever know, but right now he couldn't care less, and he resented his brain for making such pointless observations and having unnecessary thoughts.

Alastor gulped, clutching the crystal in his hand.

Soon, Anthony...I'll bring you home soon.

Charlie read along the words, "Προσφέρω αυτήν την ψυχή. Έλεος σε αυτό." The words on the page began to glow a heavenly white, as opposed to it's previous black ink.