Aden had been a foolish little boy indeed. Thinking that he could just march up to the minster and talk to him about his involvements with the group known as the Confederacy of Light. Aden had just left the group himself in a rather violent way attacking his partner on a mission rather than the target. Aden being one of the higher members knew of the Minster’s aid to the group, and of course all that did was land him a spot in Azkaban. Though on what grounds he was being kept here Aden had no idea.
The days were rather monotonous staring at the corners of gray cell, while the screams of the other prisoners racked Aden’s eardrums. Happiness was gone, almost like it had never happened. The Dementor’s were gone, but their effect on the prison was there all the same. The name Dementor was fitting they themselves were demented and twisted, and they furthered demented the people that were placed in their care, or in this case the people who had to feel their impression on the world around them.
Aden couldn’t tell if it was the effect of this place or the truth, but he could not find happy moments anymore. He never really had friends in the past. Aden had always been a loner, with the exception of the people in the confederacy. Those of course were lost now too after what he did to Matt, if Aden was to make it out of this, things would change he would be more aventourus and less critical of people mistakes. He would also avoid the ministry and the government he wouldn’t want to be an Auror anymore that was for sure perhaps a teacher. Of course those things could only happen if he made it out of here.
Aden kept having visions of himself with people that he had never met. He thought that maybe his gift was just going out of whack in this place, but the truth was he was seeing glimpses of what the Minster was doing while he was pretending to be Aden.
by Guest Sun Feb 14, 2010 3:49 am