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Mist swept in from the east spreading the platform to endless possibilities, a small glow of a moon made a semi perfect out line on the light puffy clouds that hung in the sky. The wind slowly moved the mist around with the cry of the wolf hanging on. There was not rain, no shine, no thunder or lighting, just this invisible platform in the middle of the desert where the greatest battle in wizard history was going to take. Harry was going to formally challenge Voldemort for one last time, and this time it was to the death. Both fractions of light and dark took there first steps onto this small platform that was no bigger than a wrestling ring. Yet to the naked eye it seemed to stretch endlessly with the mist covering up the ground below. One miss step and there wouldn't be any more battle just the winner laughing out the name of the fallen. Harry looked around with his shimmering green eyes while his jet black hair draped over his eyes. Now older with more experience, a 6'1 man with tone muscles and a light tan stood in font of Voldemort. Voldemort looked at Harry with his crimson red eyes as his pale skin drifted the little moonlight they had. A man that couldn't even be defined as a man, a beast of the unknown Voldemort had become, once a dark lord of power but was chopped down in size many years ago by the same boy that challenged him on this day. There was no one there to tell the rules of the game; there wasn't a crowd to cheer on the winner or loser, just a battle with no inference. "Harry… this is the final time we will meet, for one of us it will be a whole new light, and for the other he will reign supreme with no match on this earth. Both you and I know that no one can match our powers, and that is why we must fight because only one of us can stay on this world." Voldemort said with a stern crisp voice. Harry didn't say a word, just returned a comment by nodding his head. Both drew a weapon of choice, for Harry it was his wrist blades that shined in the moonlight. He had gotten so use to his blades during his training with the Vampires in America. Harry covered himself in a green robe that semi hide him in the dark like a night flower that was just blooming. Voldemort decided to choose and older, more reliable weapon, and ancient green board sword made of Jade and Diamond, with a twist of his wrist the blade shimmered in the moonlight. Covered in his grey old parched cloak it covered his body from head to toe. Harry looked into Voldemort's eyes directly, just staring almost like he had been hypnotized by his eyes. Yet Voldemort looked away breaking Harry's stare, something in Harry's eyes made Voldemort fear and shake lightly. "Bow…" Harry said and his lowered his head to Voldemort. Voldemort lowered his head in return. Both at the same time raised there heads and swiftly moved into there fighting positions. Each looked at each other, just staring waiting for one to move. With another cry of a wolf it signaled the beginning of the end… (Part 2 coming in two days) (Check out my friends stories, in my opinion of the underrated stories here on Fan Fiction. http://fanfiction.net/profile.php?userid=230269) (The Apocalypse is coming... Are you ready?) (For all those Kiss from a Rose readers, I'm sorry that its been taking me a long time to get another chapter out, I'm hitting dead walls ever minute and cannot get a idea running long enough to write them down to finish off the rest of the story. I will try my best in getting that out as soon as possible.)
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