Choices need to be made

As Basilisk made his way home, he couldn't deny how unsettled he felt with the choices in front of him. He knew what he wanted, where his loyalties lay. But his father was right, it wasn't just about him anymore. It hadn't been for a while now. He had chosen Hazel, chosen Spider. Now those choices came with a cost.


He made his way directly to the tree hut, and did a sweep of the house. Empty, no prying ears in the vicinity. Good. He didn't want news of his father's return getting out, not yet. He made his way back to the exit of the treehouse and sat on the highest step. This house was his home, it was more familiar to him than the den he had been born to. He brushed aside those thoughts before they could overwhelm him. Momentum was the only thing that would keep him going. If he stopped, he wasn't sure what he would do. He raised his head and summoned Spider and Hazel with an urgent call.