Flashbacks to a Fiery Grave
After getting horses from the stable they headed southeast for the labenda swamp. The first day or so of travel went on without issue.
A few days after leaving Rexentrum around noon Caduceus told them he saw something ahead and that they should stop and plan out what they should do.
"I believe I know what trap lay ahead, and if I am correct I should handle this while you stay far enough away not to get hit with any spells." Caleb said as he avoided eye contact with the others. Essek gave Caleb a nod and decided to stay silent.
"Why do you think we should stay out of the fight Mr.Widogast?," Fjord questioned. Cad put a hand on Fjord shoulder and gave a look that seemed to explain or at least convince Fjord not to question Caleb. Nott tossed Caleb a small pouch that seemed to hold a few small objects. Caleb gave Nott a small smile then walked towards the possible ambush. Once Caleb was 50 foot away from a large pile of stones an ethereal green arrow shot from the hand of a figure that stepped out from behind the stones and hit Caleb's left shoulder.
Ten more figures surrounded Caleb as his wings had burst into flame and his eyes went ebony black. Flames surrounded Caleb and decentigrated the attackers except the one that cast acid arrow. Caleb crumpled to the ground as the scent of burning bodies hit his nose only conscious enough to cast hold person before he was lost to his memories. Caleb was sixteen again in front of his childhood home. Two figures flanked his sides.
The girl at his left was Astrid. Her hair was short and blonde. Her expression was encouraging. The boy at his right was Eodwulf. His hair was short and dark brown his face was stained in blood, yet he had not been hurt. Caleb extended his hand towards his home and cast firebolt. The house caught on fire and it spread quickly. Tears tracked down Caleb's face as he heard his parents screams of pain.