A/N: SORRY, I FORGOT THE DISCLAIMERS. SOOOO.... I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER.
THE ONLY THING I OWN IS THE PLOT, THE CIRCLE, AND... OK, THAT'S ALL. AND
I'M NOT EVEN SURE I OWN THAT! SHEESH!
In a small, dark room with only a stone desk in the corner and a pedestal in the center, and no lighting save the glow from a certain book, in the year 3182 B.C.
"What do you see, my Lady?" came a voice from the shadows.
A beautiful girl of about 18, with long, light, blonde hair, pale skin, and haunted, icy-blue eyes was staring, transfixed, at nothing. Her eyes were wide and slightly unfocused, and she gripped the arm of a woman from her Circle as though her life depended on it.
The woman winced as the girl's nails dug into her arm, but said nothing. To move would surely disturb the young Seer, and that could prove fatal, should a prophesy be lost.
The Seer stared, horrified, and answered in a monotone, unaware that she was saying anything at all. It was always this way, with the Seers. "Things. Terrible things. There is bloodshed everywhere. The two races are at war."
Hearing this, the man in the shadows looked up, confused. "Two races, my Lady?"
"Yes. The two human races. Magical and --" she paused, and a spasm of pure terror flashed across her face. "Oh, it is horrible. The people of magic are slaughtering the people called Muggles. The man leading them -- he is the Dark Lord."
The man in the shadows, the Recorder of the Chosen One, was hurriedly writing this down in the Book of Prophesies. His quill raced across the page in the language of the Circle -- only a member, and those intelligent enough to learn the difficult language, could read it.
"Wait. The Magical race is split in two. People under the Dark Lord, and people who wish to stop him." Surprising everyone in the room, the girl smiled. Her eyes, however, remained haunted and unmoving. "The Dark Lord has met his match. I See the Circle. The Chosen One and her Followers will aid in his downfall. One member of the Circle will destroy him forever. One member will save the Chosen One. And one -- the Silver Serpent -- will leave them. I See him -- I See his death. No; he is dying, but I do not See him enter the Light. Perhaps there is still hope." Tears streamed down her face, but her eyes were still wide and unblinking.
"A boy with hair like the night and eyes like the origanum majorana will be the Dark Lord's downfall, when he comes of age. The Dark Lord will fall when this boy -- called Potter -- turns 16."
Her nails began to loosen from the arm she was clutching, and the owner inwardly sighed with relief, then bit back a shriek of pain as the nails cut into her again.
Tears poured down the Seer's face once again, but still her eyes stared and her voice held no emotion. "Pain, everywhere. Many have died, or lie in the arms of their loved ones as they pass into the Light. The Silver Serpent lies in the arms of the Chosen One. She is bent over him. I feel her despair, but cannot see the Serpent's face. His breathing is ragged, so although I do not see him, I fear the worst." The girl gasped, and fell onto her supporter. The vision ended, she fainted.
The woman continued to hold her up as another member of the Circle joined her, and began to pry the nails out of her arm.
The Recorder closed the Book and took it to the center of the room, where he placed it on a stone pedestal.
Turning, the three headed for the door, carrying the unconscious Seer as they made their way from the dark room, lit only by an eerie blue light coming from a book on a pedestal.
A/N: SO, WHAT DID YOU THINK? PLEASE REVIEW! IT MAKES ME SOOO HAPPY. CHEERS!
In a small, dark room with only a stone desk in the corner and a pedestal in the center, and no lighting save the glow from a certain book, in the year 3182 B.C.
"What do you see, my Lady?" came a voice from the shadows.
A beautiful girl of about 18, with long, light, blonde hair, pale skin, and haunted, icy-blue eyes was staring, transfixed, at nothing. Her eyes were wide and slightly unfocused, and she gripped the arm of a woman from her Circle as though her life depended on it.
The woman winced as the girl's nails dug into her arm, but said nothing. To move would surely disturb the young Seer, and that could prove fatal, should a prophesy be lost.
The Seer stared, horrified, and answered in a monotone, unaware that she was saying anything at all. It was always this way, with the Seers. "Things. Terrible things. There is bloodshed everywhere. The two races are at war."
Hearing this, the man in the shadows looked up, confused. "Two races, my Lady?"
"Yes. The two human races. Magical and --" she paused, and a spasm of pure terror flashed across her face. "Oh, it is horrible. The people of magic are slaughtering the people called Muggles. The man leading them -- he is the Dark Lord."
The man in the shadows, the Recorder of the Chosen One, was hurriedly writing this down in the Book of Prophesies. His quill raced across the page in the language of the Circle -- only a member, and those intelligent enough to learn the difficult language, could read it.
"Wait. The Magical race is split in two. People under the Dark Lord, and people who wish to stop him." Surprising everyone in the room, the girl smiled. Her eyes, however, remained haunted and unmoving. "The Dark Lord has met his match. I See the Circle. The Chosen One and her Followers will aid in his downfall. One member of the Circle will destroy him forever. One member will save the Chosen One. And one -- the Silver Serpent -- will leave them. I See him -- I See his death. No; he is dying, but I do not See him enter the Light. Perhaps there is still hope." Tears streamed down her face, but her eyes were still wide and unblinking.
"A boy with hair like the night and eyes like the origanum majorana will be the Dark Lord's downfall, when he comes of age. The Dark Lord will fall when this boy -- called Potter -- turns 16."
Her nails began to loosen from the arm she was clutching, and the owner inwardly sighed with relief, then bit back a shriek of pain as the nails cut into her again.
Tears poured down the Seer's face once again, but still her eyes stared and her voice held no emotion. "Pain, everywhere. Many have died, or lie in the arms of their loved ones as they pass into the Light. The Silver Serpent lies in the arms of the Chosen One. She is bent over him. I feel her despair, but cannot see the Serpent's face. His breathing is ragged, so although I do not see him, I fear the worst." The girl gasped, and fell onto her supporter. The vision ended, she fainted.
The woman continued to hold her up as another member of the Circle joined her, and began to pry the nails out of her arm.
The Recorder closed the Book and took it to the center of the room, where he placed it on a stone pedestal.
Turning, the three headed for the door, carrying the unconscious Seer as they made their way from the dark room, lit only by an eerie blue light coming from a book on a pedestal.
A/N: SO, WHAT DID YOU THINK? PLEASE REVIEW! IT MAKES ME SOOO HAPPY. CHEERS!