JULIUS LOGAN AND THE WAR FOR EDEN
BY YODAMAN
There are several things one must do to be a part of history. Normally one must become a warrior, hero, or a do something to gain attention, and all of those things last temporary. One could also do something so horrible that they are only remembered for their act of terror. However, there are better ways to go down in history. One must do something to help the community, the environment, or either the world in their own special way that makes people happy when they think of their name. However, there is also the martyr. The martyr is someone who sacrifices their life in order to accomplish a goal, destroy an enemy, or spread an idea. The story you are about to read is of a martyr in the making- one that shall not predict their fate, but create through his adventures, experiences, and make his place in the history books a great one.
CHAPTER 1
THE LAST MUTANT
Attila A'Killis was sitting in his favorite chair, made out of oak wood (the same material as his wand) and rocked on its own, while reading 'Assakras Mucharrass', an autobiography of in infamous Parseltongue. Attila's life was disturbed from the very beginning, for he grew up in a dysfunctional family. First off, his Muggle German father was part of a Neo- Nazi group, while his wizard mom was submissive to her husband and did whatever he said. The only reason he married his mom was to get to her spells and use them in his Nazi empire, but Attila vowed to destroy his father once he got back from Hogwarts. He didn't bother to study in any classes but Defense Against the Dark Arts. He constantly asked Professor Bloomberg (the DADA teacher) about spells that would wound and disarm people, and Bloomberg began to get worried. When Attila tried to join the dueling club in his second year, Bloomberg denied his request, and Attila grew very mad. In the middle of the night, he stole Bloomberg's books and began to study the dark arts, but once he was caught, he was booted out of Hogwarts at just his second year.
One Attila arrived home, he tried to murder his father with all the dark spells he had learned, but he was too young to cast those spells with precision. His father didn't die from the spells, but he was weakened, and Attila took a butcher knife and slayed his father. He then ran away from home and escaped towards the wizard side of Germany, where he was hoping to find help from his relatives, but instead he found poverty. He then met up with a man, Lord Grimm Keinsfeld. Keinsfeld was a really strange man who was obsessed with the dark arts, but so was Attila. Keinsfeld took Attila under his wing, and together they studied the dark arts. Within five years, Attila was a master at the dark arts, and Keinsfeld thought it was time to show Attila his true motive. He gave Attila all the books he had written, and Attila became obsessed with finishing the collection in a short amount of time. It took him two years, however, but he did learn what Keinsfeld's group was all about.
Keinsfeld was part of a dark cult which tried to use magic to bring tortured souls from hell and put them in the body of a skeleton, and then destroy the world and make it into a new Eden, one that all gothic wizards like Keinsfeld would enjoy while others suffered. Attila instantly became hooked on this idea, and hoped to help Keinsfeld accomplish his goal and take over when he died. The partnership wouldn't last for much longer, for a year later several agents from the ministry of magic captured Keinsfeld for his many past crimes, and Attila was charged for using magic in his dad's murder. They were both sentence to Azkaban prison in a short amount of time, but Attila discovered he had a strange gift. He had a strange mutation in his brain that somehow that caused the frightening sensation one gets when being in close proximities with a Dementor not to exist. While other people were in agony by the torturous curse of the Dementors, Attila felt better than normal. Keinsfeld, due to his old age, couldn't stand the pain and died in three months after arriving to the awful prison while Attila was able to escape the from the Dementors before he was sent to the prison and hide in abandoned buildings while studying his dark magic.
Attila vowed to take his master's place and create the New Eden. He made friends with several people he had met, making them part of his dark cult. He had obtained about two-dozen men, all of who had tragic pasts and were fascinated by the dark arts. Attila taught them the lessons that Keinsfeld taught him and used them to help get a hold of several dark magic books that were so dangerous that the ministry had to hide them from the general public, but his men had special ways to get their hands on anything they wanted.
Meanwhile, while Attila was reading a dark book in his latest home (an abandoned Italian restaurant that no one had bothered to burn down) when he heard footsteps. He immediately put the book down and whipped his wand out. No one but his apostles knew his location, and he knew they were off searching for new recruits. With snake like precision he slowly crept out of the room and opened the door. The hallways were all dusty and stunk of the sewers; while the floor was coming apart and had cockroaches scurry around it constantly. Attila heard the footsteps even louder now, which was a signal for him to put his wand at the ready. After a few seconds he stopped and listened to hear what direction the noise was coming from. Once he had learned of the location he walked quickly up to the north wall, which was as close as he could get without giving his position away. The footsteps grew louder and louder, but Attila kept still. He could hear breathing, and the footsteps became as loud as someone dropping a book. With one great motion he whipped his body around and pointed his wand at the intruder- that turned out to be B'Ron Farrago, one of his helpers.
"God damn it, Attila!" exclaimed B'Ron. "You gave me quite a scare there".
"Ditto!" exclaimed Attila, who laughed at the prospect. He thought that it was some dark arts investigator who ran around trying to arrest anyone who had anything to do with the dark arts. However, his fears became true once B'Ron aimed his wand at Attila and smile. "Whatever are you doing, my faithful servant?"
"Doing what I should've done a long time ago", exclaimed B'Ron. "You see, I'm not who you think I am. I'm no Dark Arts major, I'm not fascinated with death, and I'm not a Parseltongue. I work for the ministry, Attila. The Dementors are coming."
"You know I don't fear them. They can't hurt me".
"Just tell that to them when they perform the kiss on you". Attila then laughed at the prospect. Out of all deaths he didn't expect that he would die from a Dementor. Anyways, he wasn't going to die. Not just yet. He suddenly fell down, and B'Ron went down to pick him up. Suddenly, while he was getting up, Attila grabbed his wand and aimed it at B'Ron.
"EXPELIARMUS!" exclaimed Attila. B'Ron's wand then flew out of his hands and landed on the floor, and Attila just laughed. "I'm sorry, old friend, but you're about to end my life, and it's not my time yet. You were a good servant. Let's just hope that God is good to you. AVADA KEDARVA!" A bright light shot out of his wand, and with a scream B'Ron fell down and would never get up. Attila, realizing what he had done, put his wand away and ran out of the restaurant. The Dementors knew whenever someone had performed Avada Kedarva, and he did not want to get caught at the moment. Besides, he would need a new servant. Someone with young blood. Someone fresh. Someone courageous. Someone with many, many friends...
BY YODAMAN
There are several things one must do to be a part of history. Normally one must become a warrior, hero, or a do something to gain attention, and all of those things last temporary. One could also do something so horrible that they are only remembered for their act of terror. However, there are better ways to go down in history. One must do something to help the community, the environment, or either the world in their own special way that makes people happy when they think of their name. However, there is also the martyr. The martyr is someone who sacrifices their life in order to accomplish a goal, destroy an enemy, or spread an idea. The story you are about to read is of a martyr in the making- one that shall not predict their fate, but create through his adventures, experiences, and make his place in the history books a great one.
CHAPTER 1
THE LAST MUTANT
Attila A'Killis was sitting in his favorite chair, made out of oak wood (the same material as his wand) and rocked on its own, while reading 'Assakras Mucharrass', an autobiography of in infamous Parseltongue. Attila's life was disturbed from the very beginning, for he grew up in a dysfunctional family. First off, his Muggle German father was part of a Neo- Nazi group, while his wizard mom was submissive to her husband and did whatever he said. The only reason he married his mom was to get to her spells and use them in his Nazi empire, but Attila vowed to destroy his father once he got back from Hogwarts. He didn't bother to study in any classes but Defense Against the Dark Arts. He constantly asked Professor Bloomberg (the DADA teacher) about spells that would wound and disarm people, and Bloomberg began to get worried. When Attila tried to join the dueling club in his second year, Bloomberg denied his request, and Attila grew very mad. In the middle of the night, he stole Bloomberg's books and began to study the dark arts, but once he was caught, he was booted out of Hogwarts at just his second year.
One Attila arrived home, he tried to murder his father with all the dark spells he had learned, but he was too young to cast those spells with precision. His father didn't die from the spells, but he was weakened, and Attila took a butcher knife and slayed his father. He then ran away from home and escaped towards the wizard side of Germany, where he was hoping to find help from his relatives, but instead he found poverty. He then met up with a man, Lord Grimm Keinsfeld. Keinsfeld was a really strange man who was obsessed with the dark arts, but so was Attila. Keinsfeld took Attila under his wing, and together they studied the dark arts. Within five years, Attila was a master at the dark arts, and Keinsfeld thought it was time to show Attila his true motive. He gave Attila all the books he had written, and Attila became obsessed with finishing the collection in a short amount of time. It took him two years, however, but he did learn what Keinsfeld's group was all about.
Keinsfeld was part of a dark cult which tried to use magic to bring tortured souls from hell and put them in the body of a skeleton, and then destroy the world and make it into a new Eden, one that all gothic wizards like Keinsfeld would enjoy while others suffered. Attila instantly became hooked on this idea, and hoped to help Keinsfeld accomplish his goal and take over when he died. The partnership wouldn't last for much longer, for a year later several agents from the ministry of magic captured Keinsfeld for his many past crimes, and Attila was charged for using magic in his dad's murder. They were both sentence to Azkaban prison in a short amount of time, but Attila discovered he had a strange gift. He had a strange mutation in his brain that somehow that caused the frightening sensation one gets when being in close proximities with a Dementor not to exist. While other people were in agony by the torturous curse of the Dementors, Attila felt better than normal. Keinsfeld, due to his old age, couldn't stand the pain and died in three months after arriving to the awful prison while Attila was able to escape the from the Dementors before he was sent to the prison and hide in abandoned buildings while studying his dark magic.
Attila vowed to take his master's place and create the New Eden. He made friends with several people he had met, making them part of his dark cult. He had obtained about two-dozen men, all of who had tragic pasts and were fascinated by the dark arts. Attila taught them the lessons that Keinsfeld taught him and used them to help get a hold of several dark magic books that were so dangerous that the ministry had to hide them from the general public, but his men had special ways to get their hands on anything they wanted.
Meanwhile, while Attila was reading a dark book in his latest home (an abandoned Italian restaurant that no one had bothered to burn down) when he heard footsteps. He immediately put the book down and whipped his wand out. No one but his apostles knew his location, and he knew they were off searching for new recruits. With snake like precision he slowly crept out of the room and opened the door. The hallways were all dusty and stunk of the sewers; while the floor was coming apart and had cockroaches scurry around it constantly. Attila heard the footsteps even louder now, which was a signal for him to put his wand at the ready. After a few seconds he stopped and listened to hear what direction the noise was coming from. Once he had learned of the location he walked quickly up to the north wall, which was as close as he could get without giving his position away. The footsteps grew louder and louder, but Attila kept still. He could hear breathing, and the footsteps became as loud as someone dropping a book. With one great motion he whipped his body around and pointed his wand at the intruder- that turned out to be B'Ron Farrago, one of his helpers.
"God damn it, Attila!" exclaimed B'Ron. "You gave me quite a scare there".
"Ditto!" exclaimed Attila, who laughed at the prospect. He thought that it was some dark arts investigator who ran around trying to arrest anyone who had anything to do with the dark arts. However, his fears became true once B'Ron aimed his wand at Attila and smile. "Whatever are you doing, my faithful servant?"
"Doing what I should've done a long time ago", exclaimed B'Ron. "You see, I'm not who you think I am. I'm no Dark Arts major, I'm not fascinated with death, and I'm not a Parseltongue. I work for the ministry, Attila. The Dementors are coming."
"You know I don't fear them. They can't hurt me".
"Just tell that to them when they perform the kiss on you". Attila then laughed at the prospect. Out of all deaths he didn't expect that he would die from a Dementor. Anyways, he wasn't going to die. Not just yet. He suddenly fell down, and B'Ron went down to pick him up. Suddenly, while he was getting up, Attila grabbed his wand and aimed it at B'Ron.
"EXPELIARMUS!" exclaimed Attila. B'Ron's wand then flew out of his hands and landed on the floor, and Attila just laughed. "I'm sorry, old friend, but you're about to end my life, and it's not my time yet. You were a good servant. Let's just hope that God is good to you. AVADA KEDARVA!" A bright light shot out of his wand, and with a scream B'Ron fell down and would never get up. Attila, realizing what he had done, put his wand away and ran out of the restaurant. The Dementors knew whenever someone had performed Avada Kedarva, and he did not want to get caught at the moment. Besides, he would need a new servant. Someone with young blood. Someone fresh. Someone courageous. Someone with many, many friends...