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"Any wizard bright enough to survive for five minutes was also bright enough to realize that if there was any power in demonology, then it lay with the demons. Using it for your own purposes would be like trying to beat mice to death with a rattlesnake." - Terry Pratchett.
Harry of House Potter. Prologue.
In the land of Tarinthia there were Three Great Races that lived in relative peace, with one another. The Elf's of the Woodlands, with their power and understanding of nature. The Dwarfs of the Mountain Holes, who were natural miners and inventors. And lastly the race of Man, whom it was said even by the other races, that the gods favored most.
But there was once a Fourth Race, the race of Wizard. They hailed from the Island Kingdom of Gryffindor, which was named after their founder and greatest ruler, King Godric Gryffindor. Godric, who's name meant Power of God in the old tongue. Was said to have been blessed by Merlin the God of Magic and Wisdom.
Or so the legend says. For that's all Wizards really were anymore, legends. About a hundred years ago, a Great Catastrophe struck the Island Kingdom. Nobody knows exactly what happened. Some say the Wizards grew arrogant, thinking themselves even greater than the gods, and so were struck down. Others believe it was a spell gone wrong.
The one thing people did know however, was that where once Wizards were plentiful and prosperous, and revered in the Five Kingdoms of Man. Now only one known Wizard remained, a dark evil Wizard known only as King Voldemort. Not a whole lot is known about the Dark King, other than he used to be an Adviser to Old King Dippet, who was ruler of the Kingdom of Barragon.
King Dippet, who was also known as The Heirless King or Heirless King Dippet. Had lost all of his sons, and was left with no heir to his throne. What happened is a matter of some speculation, but most believe that Voldemort bewitched the King in to naming him Heir to the Throne. While most believe that is what happened, most weren't stupid enough to say it to the Dark King's face. Regardless, word still spread fast.
The other four kingdoms, fearing an attack banded together and sent a message to the Dark King. If you attack one, you attack all! That was ninety years ago, and while the Kingdom of Barragon.. or as it is now known, The Kingdom of Slytherin, has yet to attack. But just because the Dark King hadn't attacked, did not mean he had been idle.
Ever since that one soldiery show of unity and strength by the other four Kingdoms, all manner of ill fate had befallen them. Drought, famine, plagues, and attacks by all types of dark creatures. It was as if the very land had turned against them. And all the while, the lived with the fear of knowing eventually the Dark King would attack, and try to conquer them.
Indeed, it was a very dark time in Tarinthia. But little did the peoples of Tarinthia know, that the Dark King was not the only Wizard to escape the fall of Gryffindor. There was a young baby boy whom had also made it out. His name was Harry of House Potter, and this is his story.
(A.N) I know it's real short, but this is just a Prologue. Anyways this is perhaps the most original story I have ever attempted. So updates might take awhile, as I want to get them right. I will try to start writing chapter one on my off day tomorrow. Also I want to just let you all know that the Wizards in this story are a lot like the Dunedain of Middle Earth. They're not immortal but are slow to age.
Well anyways, I really hope to hear from you.
Sincerely: Reddog24485.