The first book from The Destiny's Descent: Talisman of Serpent with a Kiss

Hello reader to get yourself in tune with your imagination, the Prologue would be great if you read it whilst listening to some Tribal music, as this is what would of been played during the nights in the land of Hentrai, as a ritual to the Mountains. You don't have to obviously but it will help! This story is in more of the point of view of Malfoy so enjoy! And please review; tell me if you like it! Disclaimer: Harry Potter characters are not mine; they belong to JK Rowling and Warner Bros. (Apart from some characters but that is coming up later... ;)). I make no money writing this, purely a fan written story. Enjoy!

Chapter 1

In the Searcher's eye, He unveils the Truth

Prologue

In the year 6006 BM, near the Koalai Mountains in the upper most atmosphere of Hentrai, the Koalai tribe was in the middle of a one of the most fierce some and bloody battles to date. The Koalai tribe lived to protect the Sacred Mountains of Koalai from being exposed and vulnerable to outsiders who lusted after its magical healing powers and strong pure energy. The Mountains had been in balance ever since its creation and it was in tune with the nature surrounding it. The mountains conveyed its natural beauty to the land. They stood tall, with jaggered edges pointing straight into the heavens of Kalee'lee. They stood proud, violet snow kissed the tops and were hugged endlessly by thick swirling purple clouds, which lingered the Mountains in a repetitive circle. Surrounding these mountains were a thick forest of dark green pine trees, which were ridden with florescent magical creatures who would sing in there packs to the Sacred Mountains.

Many foreigners had roamed the land in search of the secret strong energy hidden inside the Sacred Mountains, but soon were killed by the Koalai tribe. Whoever was to disturb the peace would be battled to the death. Thousands of masked foreigners had entered the land of Hentrai, armed with wands and riding on black dead horses towards the Koalai tribe.

The masked intruders were lead by a dirty brown haired man, majestically dressed in black and green metal armour and bone studded gladiator sandals. He wore a sinister smirk on his face, which never seized to grow. Many thousands of Native children, women and animals were killed in the battle, the once red dusty ground now permanently marked with the blood of innocent lives, the souls returning in cries to their mother Kalee'lee. Cries and chants in the native tongue of Reinaki echoed between the harsh shouts from the masked intruders, who cruelly burnt the forest in a harsh green fire which spread from the ground until every animal was killed. After hours of duelling and hexing, the masked foreigners entered the Sacred purple Mountains, passing through countless energy fields and had disturbed the peace. The purple clouds let of a cry of thunder and rained the land with acidic flames which turned the mountains a deathly black shade. Ash scattered the grounds and destroyed most of the lands harvest, natives, waters, and creatures. No one knows how the evil intruders disturbed the peace, apart from the wise father who was dying in the chief of the tribe's arms. With his wrinkled, florescent inked skin, with black rain pelting on his body, he spoke his last words to the tribe:

E lauhoe mai na wa'a; i ke ka, i ka hoe; i ka hoe, i ke ka; pae aku i ka 'aina

It wasn't the first time that Draco had felt completely and utterly ridden with desperation and Guilt in his life. In fact, it was very common for him to feel this way, as his father had very often made him feel guilty. When he was seven, his mother, Narcissa, had invited one of her close friends from the Witches' Independency Group to come and visit herself and Draco at their summer house in a posh but remote village outside Riverstale. Draco was decked out in a familiar dark green jacket and shorts with shiny gold plated rounded buttons, which trellised from the front of his shorts to the top of the jacket, with two on either side of his shoulders.

In his tiny, pale white hand, he had a small brown and blue speckled dragon's egg, which his father had given him from a 'friend' he had met on his travels through Reyland forest. The dragon, who he had named ' Qyeus', was due to be hatching that day at around six o'clock, depending if the sun was hot enough to mimic the climate in Reyland, and to support the dragon out of its thick shell.

Mothers friend, Bertila Mongroe, wearing her trade mark magical creature boa and pointed green glasses, had brought along her daughter, who was a deeper complexion to her mother and looked slightly older than Draco, even though she was a couple of months younger than him. Draco, who was playing in a sandpit which was once a hole made when his father was duelling one of his former friends in an angry rage, had looked up to see what was blocking his sunlight- the girl. She stood there, her mouth slightly ajar, with whispers of thin hair hung loosely over her face, looked straight into Draco's eyes, which were golden due to the six o'clock sun. He, on the other hand, wasn't as inviting, and gave her his soon-to-be famous tensed lips and scrunched eyes look.

"Hello, you're Draco? I'm,-"

"I don't care."

"Oh – she stuttered, looking down at the frills of her red dress, "what's that in your hand? Can I see?"

Draco, who was displaying the egg quite proudly to the sun before she blocked it, quickly took his right hand from behind him onto the egg while twisted his body away from the curious girl.

"No. You can't. Now leave me-"

"I have a pet dragon too! Do you want to see? He is shy but I think he will like your dragon!" After she had patted her red pocket of her summer frock, the girls' dragon had leapt out of the pocket, giving a small cough of smoke and a spark of a flame in response. As soon as the red dragon, Tomailious, felt that he was exposed, he tumbled into the darkest corner of the sandpit, with tail and ears pointed unproudly towards to floor.

"Uh oh! See! I told you! What is yours cal-"

"LEAVE ME ALONE!" Draco raged, standing up on the warm sand and walking with heavy breath towards her in angry strides. Unknowingly to Draco, he had walked straight against the girl's shoe, causing him to fall in heap on the floor with arms open to protect the egg- but it was too late. It flew from his sweaty palm, and landed onto the ground was a mighty crack- Qyeus was dead.

"LOOK WHAT YOU DID, MUDBLOOD!" Draco shouted once he was standing to face her, his snowy complexion turning a shade of pink and eyes swelling with an unhealthy mix of tears, sadness and rage.

"I, I'm sorry, bu- but y-you fell over me...I didn't-"

"DRACO!" shouted Lucius, who had just returned from work at the Ministry. He stormed over, with his greasy yellow-stained locks flowing harshly in the wind.

"What in Merlin's name is- OH!" Lucius eyed the broken blue mess splattered on the heated ground

"What did you do you filthy little HALF BLOOD!!!" screamed Lucius, but the girl was already in tears and running towards her mother. Lucius eyed the small hopeless miniature dragon in the corner.

"Kill it." Draco looked up at his father, eyes widened by the request his father had given him. Draco loved squishing little bugs to small pieces, but never, ever, would he touch a Dragon. He loved them too much, as his bedroom would suggest. Lucius had given him quick shake of the head towards the direction of the dragon, wanted him to go there. The dragon stood there, shaken with fear, and looked up reluctantly at Draco, with his fire whisky coloured eyes. He just couldn't do it. Draco looked Lucius straight in the eye, and softly, half asserted but half shyly, shook his head.

"Hmm, Lucius purred, "She killed something of yours and you can't get your revenge? Do you want to be a Malfoy? You disgrace me." Lucius had narrowed his eyes as he spat he last words to Draco, before turning his back to him and watching him walk away.

It was silly, he knew, to remember such a time in his life. But ever since that moment, he vowed to himself that he will try to be a Malfoy to his father's standards. But he failed him again.

He just couldn't kill Dumbledore.

"Stupid fucking Dragon" Draco spat, being knocked back into reality harshly by a loud knocking on his blackened oak doors. "Draco darling, are you going to be ready to go soon? We're apparting to Hogsmeade in about an hour" Draco looked up at his ageing mother with tired drunken eyes, before staring back into his dark turquoise stained trunk. "Yes, nearly done mother" Draco replied with a croaky voice, before Narcissa gave Draco a saddened smile and closed the door.

Although, this was far from the truth. Draco was definitely not ready to return to Hogwarts for the seventh year. He knew that everyone had assumed that Snape was the one that was planning to kill Dumbledore, even though it was Draco, and anyone who thought otherwise was quickly charmed by Snape's trusty assistant, Wormtail- well, apart from the three 'heroes' Harry Potter, Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger.

In all honestly, he should of felt great, returning to Hogwarts with a clean slate, his usual enemies had cleared off to find and destroy Voldemort, and he could just carry on as normal. But the heavy clouds of guilt never seem to pass. He had failed his father. Again. Not even his father; his whole family name.

He dragged a heavy hand across his dark blonde stubble whilst giving himself a harsh look in the somewhat repulsive to him perfect silver and gold laced mirror.

"You can do this, M boy" He whispered to himself, before staring onto his blackened oak chest of doors, as he knew this was a sentence his father used to say to him; what he said be saying to him now.

Grabbing a silver plated Gargoyle razor, he quickly soaped his rough jaw and dragged the razor harshly across his cheeks, top lip, and chin and Adams apple. He lifted up his chin towards to ceiling, and continued to drag the razors up along his neck. He began to go faster. And faster. He shut his eyes so tightly he began to see sparks in the darkened haze, and warm streams of tears fell in-between the contours of the tight skin and he made little outbursts of noise. He wasn't just shaving- he was shaving away the top layer of guilt, regret, away from him. It was some-what therapeutic to him- it was what he needed. He continued this until he went over his Adams apple again and dragged a little too much- causing him to tear the skin and shriek.

"" STUPID THING!" he yelled, and kicked the chest of doors as hard as he could, and stumbled to the ground in a hot mess of tears and sticky blood. His father's jewellery goblet had smashed on the ground in the sudden quake, and rolled underneath Draco's grey Chateau sofa. Typical. He had kicked that thing so hard but the only thing that fell was something of his Father's. A million galleons worth of jewellery lied scattered on the floor- hornets silver necklace, a few beads from his travels with the Ministry, mud stained rubies, serpent trellised cuffs and hawk brooches from the Elizabethan wizarding era. But something else was there. Something that Draco had never seen before. It was packaged roughly in silver rough paper, wrapped around tightly in dark green string. Draco stared at this for a while with his right hand caressing his red torn neck, and wondered what on earth this could be. He looked around the room, making sure he was definitely alone, and reached for the suspicious package. He took the package in between his teeth and jerked his head fiercely backwards to break the string.

With his free left hand, he shook the silvered wrappings until the hidden prize had fallen out. Quickly, the chain had begun falling into the widened cracks of the floorboard, so, extinctively; he quickly slammed his right hand over it, leaving a smear of blood on the chain. He picked it up held it to his candle-lit chandelier - It was a necklace. It had a dangling gem attached to it. This was covered by a cold, rusted silver frame, beautifully hand crafted with small precise details. In the middle was a beautiful marbled turquoise stone, which had a piece missing from it in the right hand side. On the back, had some sort of scripted drawings, which were outlined by blackened ink. It looked marvellous, apart from the chip.

"Mm, I wonder why father kept this piece of junk" Draco said with a grin, seeing his reflection in the gem as he dangled it above his head. He opened the old-fashioned hook from the back and placed it around his neck. The gem fell in-between Draco's opened white shirt, and lay just on his heart.

"Mm, suits you Malfo-"

"Draco, darling, were leaving now. Get your trunk"

authors notes: BM- Before Merlin

Kalee'lee- Spirits in Reinaki language (made up)

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