Unbreakable Vow
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Sargeras and Nightingale appeared directly in front of the small wooden cabin, the same one that had just been shown in the crystal ball's vision. And right there, in front of them, were the two dark witches they'd just seen.
Both were Gypsy witches… women draped in necklaces strung with finger bones, their bodies adorned with magical trinkets made from skulls. The corpse of an infant hung from their belts, reeking with the stench of decay.
At this moment, the two of them were pacing outside the cabin, wands in hand, strutting about as if they owned the place. Their bold, unrestrained behavior had already caught the attention of several Muggles from the nearby village, who were sneaking glances their way.
Yes, they hadn't even bothered to cast a Muggle-Repelling Charm!
To these Gypsy witches, the Statute of Secrecy was a joke. They roamed freely across Europe, slipping through borders without trouble. With no official nationality and no permanent residence, not even the International Confederation of Wizards was willing to devote serious manpower to arresting them.
After all, witches like these never went quietly. They were masters of curses and wielders of all kinds of dark arts objects. Attacking Muggles—or even fellow witches and wizards—was nothing out of the ordinary for them. It was simply part of their routine.
Of course, right now, they had no way of getting inside the cabin… because it was a safe house belonging to the Bronze Feather. Without a formal invitation, forced entry was impossible.
This time, Sargeras didn't even have to act. Nightingale stepped forward and raised her wand without hesitation.
A surge of violent magical energy screamed through the air, sharp enough to slice through thought.
The two dark witches had barely registered the spell when a barrage of jagged, needle-thin ice spikes erupted from the ground, skewering them in an instant. Their bodies were frozen in place, bristling like hedgehogs made of flesh and frost.
Sargeras raised a brow at the sight, then stepped casually around the frozen corpses and made his way to the door of the cabin.
Knock Knock Knock~
CREAK~,the dilapidated wooden door swung open with a sudden jerk, and a petite witch with dark red hair poked her head out from behind the frame. The moment she spotted Nightingale and Sargeras standing there, her face lit up with a delightful smile.
"You're finally here! I've been holed up in this place for almost a month!"
The small witch darted toward Sargeras, clearly aiming to throw herself into a hug, but was abruptly stopped by an invisible barrier… he had thrown up a Shield Charm.
Kestrel blinked in surprise. Her arms dropped a little awkwardly as she looked at Sargeras's indifferent face. Realizing a hug probably wasn't going to happen, she shifted targets without missing a beat and rushed over to Nightingale instead.
This time, she was met with a Freezing Charm.
"Haha! What did you mess up this time, little troublemaker?" came an elderly, venerable voice from behind them, right as the sharp crack of Apparition echoed through the air.
None of them even needed to turn around—they already knew exactly who it was.
It was Thunderbird, one of the deans of Ilvermorny, the American school of wizardry.
"Who are you calling a troublemaker?"
"I didn't say it was you..."
"Then who did you mean?"
"I was just saying… troublemaker…"
"Which means you were talking about me!"
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Sargeras and Nightingale were more than used to this by now. Those two—young and old—could barely go a day without squabbling the moment they saw each other. If they didn't argue, that would be the strange part.
So now, the four of them were temporarily gathered inside the wooden cabin. And as for why they were all here… well, the reason was pretty straightforward.
About a year ago, back when Sargeras had just joined the Bronze Feather, he'd been searching for a wand that truly suited him. Kestrel, half-jokingly, decided to do a bit of divination for him. To her own surprise, what she received wasn't just any vague omen…
It turned out to be a real prophecy.
According to that prophecy, Sargeras and Nightingale would one day retrieve the core materials for four wands from the ruins of a magical site, and Thunderbird would be the one to craft the wands for them.
Over the past year, the four of them had poured considerable effort into making that vision a reality, and now that the moment of fruition was drawing near, Sargeras couldn't afford to let anything go wrong.
"Before we make our move," he said calmly, casting a glance at Kestrel and Thunderbird, "I want everyone to be absolutely clear about why we're doing this."
"You all want to possess powerful wands of your own. But I'm sure you've all heard the story of the Elder Wand—the tale of Antioch Peverell, the first known owner of that wand. In the end, he flaunted its power and was murdered for it."
"After that, the Elder Wand seemed to fall under a curse. None of its masters lived long. On average, they didn't survive more than five years."
Sargeras's gaze swept across the three of them, his tone stern and emotionless. "So, to avoid dragging ourselves into endless trouble in the future, regardless of whether this endeavor succeeds or not, each one of us must swear an "Unbreakable Vow" to ensure the secret of our wands remains forever sealed."
Kestrel opened her mouth, as if to say something, but in the end decided against it.
Sargeras looked at her and spoke again, more pointedly this time. "Not even the other members of Bronze Feather can know."
She shrank back a little, then cautiously asked, "What if I accidentally let something slip?"
"The spell will warn you at the crucial moment," he replied. "But if that still makes you nervous, you can choose to have that portion of your memory stored with me."
Kestrel nodded without another word. Seeing that no one objected, Sargeras reached out and sliced open his palm.
A small crystal vial collected a drop of his blood. The other three followed suit, each making a shallow cut and letting a single drop of blood fall into the vial.
"I, Sargeras Greengrass…"
The other three also spoke simultaneously:
"I, Veiliss Nixia / Balikna Wolfe / Iresa Lumina—
With the stars as witness, and blood as our binding contract,
Should any of us ever uncover the secret behind another's wand,
We swear to remain forever silent;
We shall not speak of it,
We shall not write it down,
We shall not imply it through spell or suggestion;
Should one break this vow, let their blood wither and cease, let the traitor's magic collapse and fade;
From this moment forth, this vow shall become our binding shackle,
To remain unbroken until the last of us is laid to rest beneath the earth."
As the last words fell from their lips, the drops of blood inside the crystal vial instantly transformed into glowing golden threads, shooting out and coiling around each of their index fingers. Then, without a sound, the light seeped into their skin and disappeared without a trace.
The vow was sealed. And from this moment on, the Unbreakable Oath had taken effect.
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