prologue
Oh, shall we dance amongst the trees? Where the fairies make there merry? Where music of such sweetness plays? Shall we walk amongst the golden mist. Shall we let it touch upon our mortal souls. Oh! We must caution our feet, for the price, may it be heavy. We must be of a right mind to accept this gift which may not be a gift, but our destruction. What doth thou think dear brother?
Let us dance amongst the trees. Where the fairies make there merry. Let us walk amongst the golden mist. I'm sure there the mystery of such music shall be found. If the golden mist dares upon our souls to touch, then surely it was written to be so. If our minds shall be taken, then it was never ours to have. If the mist dares to destroy our mortal beings, then surely we were made to be destroyed. Let us begin our adventure, with a glad heart, and with peaceful spirits.
So we shall my beloved brother, for I feel the call of the mist. We go together in to this glorious venture, wherether to die or live is still to be questioned.
Yes, let us chant the age old chant, for which our ancestors did make. Let it be our encouragement, when we feel as if we can not go on. Let us never be separated from one another, but if it be so, let us find one another in the next life we may live. Let not the foolish arguments walk between us, but turn them away from our brother hood. Let us love one another, and let it not be tainted by unworthy hate.
Your words of wisdom, now spilled from your lips. Comfort me in ways in which our dear mother could never have. Please beloved brother, before we make haste. I aske thee two kiss me upon my cheek. Leave a mark to stay forever there, and let us not forget one another. Let us keep our names of old, and let us not be called by any other. And if other beings insist upon calling us by other titles of which we do not choose. Let us answer not to these unworthy titles, but only to our own.
Oh! Dearest brother gladly do I keep this vow! To be called by no other title but our own, surely a hardship this will not be. For I have no intentions of any other name but our own. I will not think of thee with any other title but Andrius, for this is your name of now, and so shall forever be. I'll kiss thee upon thy cheek with a glad heart. I'll leave a mark to stay forever there, to remind me of thee, if we are to be separated. I only ask of thee, to keep the vow of which you asked of me. I too shall insist upon the mark upon my cheek to remind thee of me. If death shall we meet on our travels, let us not forget one another.
Dearest Hadrian I will do as I asked of thee with a glad heart. I will kiss thy cheek and leave a mark to stay forever there. I will not let my thoughts of thee stray. For brothers shall we be forever more.
And so they did as they vowed to one another. Leaving a kissed mark upon one anothers cheek. Walking in to the mist with one another, laughing joyfully at there own adventures. Yes, there physical beings the mist destroyed, but not to stay forever gone. The mist created them out of love, and destroyed them in love. In love they will be made, in hate they will live, in such a time that will come. In which time it doth come for them to rule over all magics of this world. For of magic they were born, and magic they are so. Never to be destroyed again, and for ever be imortal. They shall live forevermore. Harken and be glad, for our kings shall live again, and destroy the evil which doth dare to darken our doors.
Albus Dumbledore, headmaster of Hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry sat silent with shock at the prophecy that not moments before came spilling out of the current devination teacher's mouth. Sybil Trelawney was an enigma to him. She was not a regular seer that he knew of. Her prophecies were unpredictable and sporatic. Most seers can remember every prophecy that they ever made in there life time, but Sybil could never remember hers. Making her both befuddled, and frustrated when she was aware that she had made one. Which was not often. He had made the mistake of telling her that she had made one only once before. Her despairing mood that followed made him vow to never do so again. He usually made it a point to have tea with his staff to make sure that they were fine, and also to see if they needed more supplies for the school. So he had decided to start with Sybil Trelawney first. He liked Sybil, even if the other staff was not particularly fond of her. She was so exstatic about keeping an air of mystery, that it never failed to keep him amused. He had to admit that she did have the airy tone of voice that most seers have down to the tea.
So he had called for her, and she had of course graciously accepted. She had came in saying how she had saw it in her crystal ball that he would send for her. His answer to her ball prediction was a smile, and a knowing twinkle of his eyes. He had one of the Hogwarts house elves bring up tea to serve them both before he started in on his questioning of her well being. It was not long after that the House Elf Tibby brought the tea, that she had went in to her trance of prediction. Now he sat quietly comtemplating the prophecy while she spoke of inconsequential things. Unaware that she had made another important prediction.
He shook himself mentally and made an effort to pay attention to what Sybil was saying. It would not do for her to figure out that he was not paying any attention to her. She had once before caught him not doing so, and the following cold shoulder from her was rather unpleasant, and childish on her part. He would avoid that if it were possible.
"Headmaster I must insist upon a new type of tea leaves. I fear that the current ones just don't inspire visions to come over my students. I of course have no problems having visions, but then again I am a teacher, and have had ample time to work on my craft," she was saying at the moment. He held back a sigh. This was an old argument of theres, of which they could never resolve. If it were up to her, the students would be subjected to a hallucination plant. He was glad that the decisions lay with him and not her. The thought of his students messing with such substances made him cringe. He could imagine the Ministry of Magic nocking down the castle doors to arrest him for exposing his students to such plants. He liked his life at the moment, and did not have any plans to change it at any moment.
"My dearest Sybil; you know what I think of this matter. I am not going to give you the go ahead of giving the students any other plant leaves than the current ones we have now. I'd like to keep my status of headmaster of this school. Wouldn't you like to keep your teaching position here at the school?" She pursed her lips with disapproval and siped her tea silently. This too was a usual occurrence when they had this argument. He did not repress the sigh that escaped his lips. Her stony silence was begining to give him an awful headake. He reached for a lemon drop, offering her one in the process of doing so. Her curt answer of no annoyed him even futher. He popped the sugary confection in his mouth, and sighed with relief at the blissful pain relief of the headake potion that was mixed in with the candy. He silently thanked the resident potions master for his instant relief.
"Well dear Sybil, if there isn't anything else I can do for you, then I do bid you farewell for the moment. I have important business to attend to," he said with a polite smile. She nodded and got up from the whinged back chair she was sitting in. Still in a fowl mood she made her way to the door. As she grabbed the antique silver knob she froze and said in a silky tone, "I bid you caution headmaster. These beeings will partake of the education from this school. They will not take lightly to any manipulation from you or others. You are not there ruler, but they are your rulers. It would be in your best interest not to try and treat them as you do the people you deal with on a daily basis."
These chilling words coming from her mouth sent chills down his back. It worried him that she had made two predictions in one day. One that did not seem as a prediction, but a warning that was meant only for him. He felt unsettled, and Albus Dumbledore did not do well with being unsettled. "I will take caution Sybil," he said. She turned to face him, and the alien look that was upon her face made him realize that he was no longer speaking to he was speaking to, he was not sure in the slightest. "Yes, for a time you will take caution, but soon you will forget this warning, and do your manipulations as you always do. I hope that our kings will be merciful to you," she answered. Then she shook her head, cleared her throat, and bid him farewell. He was truly unsettled, and he did not like it at all.