I don't Own Harry Potter or Lord of the Rings
Chapter 1
We sit on the steps, night after night awaiting the fallen angel with sad eyes to step out into the frigid air. Our fallen angel never talks, almost as if he can't. He never greats us, never acknowledges us as we watch him. Most strangers when they come into town think our fallen angel is snobbish or dumb, but we know better. Our fallen angel is a gentle soul who has seen too much. Knowledge lies behind those sorrowful eyes, and strength that is buried lays in his heart. We can see it even if he can't.
Nobody knows of our fallen angel, and those who do will not tell for fear of death by our hands. We aren't nice people, were ruthless and cold, but we have one thing in common, the protection of our beloved angel. He stood at 5'5 maybe 5'6 and has long raven black hair that flows like an elf's, pale skin that bathes in the moon light like one would bathe in a river, a scar is above his brow, the sign of the gods some say, a simple shape like a lightning bolt.
When word reached us of the Dark lord Sauron's search for the ring and the riders heading into Rivendale our fallen angel came out during the light, a pack across his back. We did not doubt he was leaving nor did we doubt that if anyone person could end Sauron's evil it would be the fallen angel we have worked so hard to protect. Perhaps with this quest he would heal, the shadows in his eyes would disappear. Yet we fear as well. Perhaps this would end the life of our angel. Perhaps he goes to his death, knowingly seeking release so he can rejoin the stars in the heavens. We stood for the last time watching our angel walk away. The elves had best take care of him or there will be no force on earth that will stop us from tearing the world apart.
He was ours first, and now the world would see our sad angel, feel the pain he carries with him, and hopefully he will heal from the injustices he has suffered through his life.
Chapter 2
I arrived in middle earth years after the final battle on my own world. Before I had left I left all of my possessions to Draco, the last of my friends, the one person I had left whom was not apart of my squad and therefore would not travel with me. Funny how if somebody would have told me back before the war truly started that Draco would become my best friend I would have had them committed to the hospital. We had once been rivals, but when the war truly started that all changed. Rivalry was something for those whom had the time to be children, not for soldiers of a war that could literally make or break the world.
The night I left I did so for a purpose, yes my war had ended but it was not time for me to rest. I am the master of death, Lord Potter, and Lord Black, heir of the four founders of Hogwarts and the protector of worlds. Many wars I have fought in since the day I left Earth. Many planets have survived because of me, and while I should feel pride in that title, I can not. I am weary of fighting, now all I seek is peace, a gift denied to me because of prophecy.
Now I am in Middle Earth, a world of such beauty that one would imagine it to be a dream, and perhaps it is. Perhaps I am dreaming, it would be nice to awaken and see Herm's smiling face instead of the nightmares of her death. To be able to see Ron beaming at me as he shovels food into his mouth again instead of facing his betrayal, to see the twins planning a prank, Molly yelling at them. To be able to see Charlie taking care of his Dragons and Bill going on about curse breaking while Author asks questions on muggle inventions. To be able to see Ginny smiling as she came up with ways to get into trouble instead of watching her cry out in pain as her brother slowly killed her.
I wish I were dreaming, but I know I am not, not even if this planet reminds me of a dream. I knew that there was a battle brewing in the distance. I could taste the disturbance in the night.
Every night I left out of my cottage to check the border, every night I noticed the disturbance becoming stronger and the pull to leave, to help destroy yet another dark lord hell bent on world domination. I noticed the people watching me as they always did, I never spoke to them, never greeted them, never had afternoon tea with them, and yet they still kept my secret. The outside world didn't know much about me, most didn't even know I existed, and those who did never mentioned it.
The day the call became so strong that I could no longer ignore it the villagers came to say good bye. I don't know how they knew I would go, they just did. There was no surprise in there eyes as the women piled food onto my horse. The men gave me a map of the lands and the children gave me some cloths. A small little girl gave me her favorite dolly I gently placed the toy in my bag and gave them a small smile in fare well. I would come back, at least once more before I left, if only to return that doll. If I could cry, I knew I would. Gently a motherly woman came and raised my hood to lie upon my head and hide my face.
"Come back to us our angel." The good woman said with a sad smile, and I simply gave a nod before leaving, not looking back at the people I had never spoken to but would give everything to protect.
Chapter 3
The whispers spoke of a stranger entering Rivendale. One nobody had ever seen before with deadly eyes. So of course we went searching for this possible threat only to find it in the stables. The mystery person was small in height, but gave off the impression of danger. It stood calmly petting its horse, a single bag sat at the rider's feet. A sword with a red ruby in its handle sat on the rider's delicate waist, and a half full quiver hung from the riders back.
"Tell me rider, who might you be?" I asked the strange rider who was no taller than a child. No answer came; I reached to turn the little one around but the moment my fingers touched the rider a hand grabbed my arm and a dagger was placed to my throat. Glittering green eyes stared into my own, a look of death should the warning not be heeded laid within the riders eyes. It was only a moment before I was released and the rider turned back to its horse. The dagger seemed to of disappeared into thin air.
The men stared unsure of what to do when the rider turned back to us, picked up its bag and walked out of the stables. We were unsure of what to do, the creature before us had already threatened us but had not been hostile until we touched it. The feeling of the robe under my fingers still lingered.
Slowly, and cautiously we followed the creature into the streets of Rivendale and watched for any signs of a threat from it. When suddenly an elf-maiden knocked into the stranger, it released its pack and caught the elf-maiden, steadying her and taking the load she was carrying, calmly the creature gestured for her to lead the way, leaving its pack on the ground. The elf-maiden beamed at our mystery guest and led it towards the smith's shop. We waited for the creature to return, allowing only one guard to follow it and the maiden.
With grace the creature returned bent down and picked up the pack when a small doll fell onto the ground. The stranger gently picked it up and caressed the doll with one slender hand. Its eyes were distant as if lost in thought. The moment didn't last long before the stranger put the doll back. We shared a look of uncertainty as the stranger began to walk, pausing every now and again to look at something, and sometimes picking a weed out of the ground and gently placing it into a small black box in its bag.
As if satisfied by something the cloaked stranger made its way back out of Rivendale, but the horse remained in the stable. During the following days the stranger returned, fed its horse. Looked for something and as if satisfied by it left out again. Lord Elrond ordered an armed escort for the stranger while within our borders, not for the stranger's safety, but for ours.
Never once did the creature speak, never once did the creature put its hood down. Never once did it greet us or even smile at us. We were not acknowledged and it made us uneasy. It seemed the only time the creature had ever acknowledged our presence was when I had touched it. We began to wonder if perhaps the creature was dumb, or perhaps mute.
The day the ring-bearer was brought in is the first day the creature did something strange. Instead of stopping the creature went to the sick room were Lord Elrond was trying to heal the hobbit. Calmly the creature took out the black box and placed a few of the weeds into water, stirring it with a slender finger before pouring it onto the wound. Before our eyes the wound began to sizzle, and a yellow puss of poison began to drain out like an infection. With practiced fingers the creature grabbed another glass of water and puts some roots in it from another box, this one a green color. Carefully the creature stirred the concoction before once again pouring it on the wound. Before our eyes the wound healed up as if it had never been. A dark look lurked in the creatures eyes.
Chapter 4
I paid little attention to those following me as I checked the safety of the city with my magic. I knew there thoughts were on how I must be dumb or even a mute since I mainly ignored them. When the small hobbit came in I could feel his life draining. The poison was a poison of death, and I knew only the Master of death could reverse it, so I did what I do best. I saved the hobbits life. I admit, I have the gift of sight occasionally, so I knew the hobbit would be brought here and need my help, but that did not lesson my anger.
Stupid Dark Lords messing with my magic. They have no right to even try and deal with death poison, for this Sauron would fall. Nobody used my magic without my permission and lived, not even him. Voldemort tried, and in the end it was his downfall, just as it would be this new Dark Lord's. Pathetic really, that the man thinks he can get away with his fits. I could not help but to sneer at the thought of it.
The moment I was finished healing the small hobbit I sat down next to him. The amount of magic it took to make that potion and speed up the acceleration process, as well as make it hot. It was not an easy potion to brew with the right utensils, something I didn't have the luxury of.
"Who are you?" Lord Elrond asked but I ignored him as I have his guards.
"It is hopeless Lord Elrond; I fear the creature is mute. Not once has it uttered a word since it first stepped foot in Rivendale." The tall blond guard said, Glorfindel or something like that I think is the elf's name.
So the elf thought I was a creature, not to far off the mark I guess, but a mute? Just because I wasn't paying him any attention does not make me a mute. Still I refused to answer; it wasn't as if there opinion of my speaking status mattered to me any. However I was invited to the secret council, which is good because I would have gone even if I hadn't been invited. It was my duty to go.
A few days later the secret council was being held, I sat beside Gandalf the Grey, while the Hobbit sat on his other side. For the main part I ignored those present, my mind blocking me from the foul presence of a horricrux. Honestly these people were getting on my nerves with there disagreements. It was when the Gondor man Boromir stood up and began to ask for it that I became pissed.
"Do you believe I have traveled this far for you to allow Sauron to take over because you want the ring Gondorian? Do you believe you or any one would walk out of here alive if I thought you would allow it to be back into Sauron's clutches? You are a fool who will end up dead if you try to claim that foul thing for Gondor. It will be destroyed or you will all die, by my hand or Sauron's, it doesn't matter. You have proven to be of weak mind Gondorian." I hissed with a cold laugh as I stood up and walked towards the man.
"I see you fear for your people, but that thing will kill you before helping you. It craves its master, always has and always will. It is a piece of Sauron; it will not bend to you, but make you bend to it. Do you truly wish to spend the rest of your days as a subject to the man whom constantly attacks your home?" I asked coldly.
"And who are you to speak of such things?" He demanded of me, anger in his eyes.
"One whom is wiser than you and have seen more war in my life than you will ever see in yours Gondorian. In a battle against me you will die so think carefully of your next move. If you reach to take that ring I will eliminate you from the equation and any who try to stop me." I said before turning away he reached to grab me as a foolish man would and within moments I had him under me, trapped and unable to move with a dagger at his throat, fear shown in his eyes.
"You are foolish Gondorian, but I see goodness in your heart, it is the only reason you are not yet dead. I don't care about the arrows being aimed at me, they might sting but that is all. Now you will take your seat and shut up wile those with greater intelligence decide on who is taking the ring to be destroyed. The fact that it is isn't up for debate." I said standing and retaking my seat, ignoring the elves and men whom had a weapon drawn.
"Perhaps you should remove your hood dear lady." Gandalf said and I couldn't help but laugh.
"I am no more a woman than you are istari." I said as amusement colored my voice. As I reached up and pulled the hood off of my head, allowing my raven locks to flow down my back like rain.
Chapter 5
The sight before us was of a beautiful male with Elvin features, but he was no mere elf. His skin was pale and a scar laid above his brow. "Who are you stranger?" Lord Elrond demanded now that the child like boy had been proven to be able to talk.
"I am many things master elf, none of which you have a need to know." The boy said, his voice soft but there was an edge to it.
"You can not be older than fifteen winters." Aragon said softly and we noticed how he looked at the boy with weary eyes.
"Fifteen you say? Try more than eight-thousand years Gondorian king. Now we waste time the subject is not me, but that ring, someone must take it to be destroyed, and I will not carry it. It is my job to see it destroyed and then to return a borrowed gift to a child once the task is done before leaving to fight another war." He said with a slight amusement in his smooth voice.
"You say it as if one can simply walk into Mordor." The Gondorian said through gritted teeth. "The black lands are guarded," nobody knows what he would of said for suddenly it was as if he could not speak.
"I told you Gondorian not to talk, but you can not follow simple orders can you? I have lived a life of war since the murder of my parents by a dark lord. Do you think I am stupid and therefore do not know that it will not be easy? You are still hopping to get the ring to use it to fight the enemy, it will not happen. The ring will be destroyed or I will personally kill you for being a traitor. I have had enough. Do not make me take it myself, you will not like the consequences if I touched it and felled, there will be no hope for this world or any other. That ring will tell Sauron all of my knowledge, and nobody can hope to survive that. Everything will be destroyed, and all will be lost. Now, who will take the ring?" The boy asked in irritation.
"I will! I will take the ring into Mordor, although I do not know the way." Frodo said when everyone began arguing.
"Then I will help you bear this burden Frodo Baggins, as long as it is yours to bear." Gandalf said placing a hand on the hobbits shoulder.
"By my life or death I can protect you. I will. You have my sword." Lord Aragon said with a serious face. It was easy for us all to see that he was attached to the little man.
"And my bow" Legolas Greenleaf said not that anyone was surprised. Aragon was his best friend, it was never doubted that they would go into the heart of danger together.
"And my axe" Gimliy son of Gloin said. It was obvious he did not wasn't to be out done by an elf.
"You carry the fate of us all little one, if this is indeed the will of the council then Gondor will see it through." Boromir said, once again able to talk. Then three more little hobbits showed up, refusing to leave there friends side.
"Nine companions" Lord Elrond said when the boy stood and snorted.
"I have already told you, it is my job to see the ring destroyed Master elf. I shall be traveling with them as well. It is not up for debate." He said when Lord Elrond frowned.
"Give us your name and you may come as well." Frodo said bargaining some information form the boy.
Chapter 6
I had to hand it to Frodo, he was cleaver, using my place as a bargaining chip while assuming the role as leader, the others wanted to know more about me, I could see that, and Frodo wanted me to come. Fine, I would indulge him with that; after all he would be the one to destroy the ring.
"I am Lord Harry James– Gryphondore- Hufflepuff- Ravenclaw- Slytherin- Black- Potter. Heir of Hogwarts, defeater of the great and terrible lord Voldemort, savior of the Wizarding world, World traveler, Defender of the Deathly Hallows, King of war, and the master of Death, Potions master, Defense master in both magic and in hand-to-hand as well as weaponry. I am the Soldier of light, Leader of the Order of the Phoenix, Lord of the Dragons squad, as well as many more titles." I said with a flourished bow I admit the look on there faces was priceless. "I am also known here as the Fallen Angel." I said smirking.
"My friends will meet up with us out side of Rivendale. They will lead us safely through for a time and you would all do well not to anger them. They are trained by me and will not hesitate to kill any they perceive as a threat. Be ready to leave at dawn tomorrow, any later and our path will be blocked." I said smirking before walking away, pulling my hood up as I went. I nearly laughed at the stunned silence that I left behind.
The next morning I gathered my horse and was ready before the fellowship came down. They nodded to me but I didn't say anything. It would not do well for me to form attachments when I would be leaving after the dark lord was dead. I did not acknowledge them in any way but the moment they were ready I led the way out. My squad was awaiting us only a few miles out.
The moment they came into sight Boromir stared hissing about an ambush and the fellowship had weapons out. I could not help but to snort in amusement.
"My lord, you requested us?" Neville Longbottum said with a bow.
"I have known and fought side by side with you for over eight thousand years Neville, and yet you persist with the formalities. Allow me to introduce our knew companions, Aragon, the rightful king of Gondor, Boromir the son of the steward of Gondor, Legolas, an Elvin prince, Gimliy son of Gloin, Sam, Merry, and Pippin, hobbits of the Shire, and Frodo Baggins are newest quest. Our job is to see Frodo to Mordor. He is to be protected as if he were me. If something is to happen to me Luna is to take over in the quest." I said and I saw the fear in my friend's eyes.
"What have you seen Harry? What is going to happen to you?" Bill said as astute as ever. He was the last of the Weasley family and I wished we could go back to the days when he would rattle on about curse breaking.
"I have seen much my friends, we walk a dangerous path and soon this quest will come to an end, for better or worse. When Sauron falls the prophecy will come full circle. A knew age will begin." I said with a smile at my squad.
"Fellowship I would like to introduce you to your protectors, my lieutenants, Bill Weasley is in charge of the perimeters. Neville Longbottum is our guide; nobody goes any where without informing him first. And this dear dreamy blond is Luna Longbottum, when in doubt ask her. The rest of the squad have taken to tracking our enemy, they will report to me or one of my officers."
"How do you we know we can trust them?" Boromir demanded angrily making me smirk.
"First if any of them wanted you dead you would not be standing here. Secant I would trust them with my life and have in numerous battles. There is none better to stand at your back in a fight." I said with a smirk as Luna came forward.
"Harry, I will return the doll when the time comes." Luna said softly, I smiled, Luna knew what was to come. She was a full out seer, her powers were stronger than my own, she knew what I knew and much more. "Now remove your hood, you have no reason to hide, and drop the glamour, your scars are a dedication of your loyalty and prowess." She told me and I had to sigh as I removed the hood. Leave it to Luna to know I was wearing my glamour.
Chapter 7
The woman who stood before Harry was beautiful in a dreamy fashion; we could hear Harry sigh as he did as Luna Longbottum bid. A loud gasp echoed from our throats when Harry shimmered and brutal scars showed to be marring his perfection. Long gashes trailed down his face, were once smooth skin sat now was covered in scars. Yet it only enhanced the beauty that Harry had and made him seem even more dangerous.
Somehow we didn't even have a say in weather or not these knew people went with us; the decision was taken away by Harry. "Gear up men, and Luna. We don't stop until night falls and we keep a steady pace, anybody who can't keep up better head back now." He said with a grim smile.
"The little ones won't be able to keep your pace Harry, and it would be pointless to head out without the ring bearer." Luna said with a soft smile.
"We aren't running this time Luna; they should be able to keep with a steady walk. If they fall behind we'll carry them, but as it stands we have a long task ahead and ring wraths behind. I'd rather not face them if I can help it." Harry said looking lovingly at the woman that one could easily assume was his sister.
"Our companions are not as used to your idea of a walk Harry, they will need breaks, the wizard is old, perhaps as old as Albus was before his death, we'll need a mid day stop and perhaps a few more." Luna said rolling her eyes as if it were an argument they had had before.
"Fine, I leave it to you to call stops Luna, but do not make them too many or to close together." Harry said shaking his head.
"Neville and I will scout ahead, Luna stay with the company if you need help you know how to contact me." Harry said and with a sharp nod he vanished with Neville, leaving us to watch his retreating form.
"He's not a bad man." Luna said with a smile as we followed the blond.
"Of course he's not." Boromir said with a hint of disbelief in his voice, as the rest of us looked at the blond.
"He's just had a hard life." Luna said almost sadly.
"What did his mother forget to read him a bed time story?" Boromir asked with a sneer of distaste and a loud smack reverberated through the clearing, startling the companions as the Gondorian held his reddened cheek.
"Don't talk about things you don't understand Gondorian," Luna said, her voice was cold. "A better man you couldn't find anywhere."
"Enough Luna, Harry won't be happy if we get too far behind." Bill said with a glare at the Gondorian as Luna stormed off. With a sigh Bill followed, as did the others.
That night Harry set up camp before leaving to keep watch. "Come hobbits, time for bed." Aragon said with a weary look at Gandalf and Legolas. The wizard stroked his long beard as Gimliy told Bill stories of his home land. We all listened even if we pretended not to.
It was much later that voices aroused us from our sleep. "What aren't you telling the rest of us?" Bill's angry voice hissed.
"It is none of your business Bill, if Harry wanted you to know, you would." We heard Luna say her voice was calm, and we could see determination in her eyes.
"We can't help if we don't know what is wrong, damn it Luna! Now is not the time for your secrets!" Bill cried out in irritation and hopelessness.
"You can't help me Bill, nobody can." Harry said coming in like a wrath.
"We can try Harry, all you have to do is tell us what you have seen, and then we can find a way to help you." Bill said and I noticed the way Aragon's grey eyes seemed to be looking straight at Harry, a curiosity in them that I have never seen before.
"Let's talk of something else please. I'd rather not talk about that. Do you remember Voldemort Bill? Do you remember sitting in our tents at night trying to laugh away the war that would come with the dawning of a new day? The way Hermione would scold us to eat more, or to go to bed?" Harry asked with a soft laugh as he sat down under a tree, Luna and Bill joining him.
"The way Ginny would go around the camp and make sure everyone was warm, and Ron would challenge everybody to a chess game." Luna said dreamily, but there was pain in the eyes of the three, pain that was still raw.
"Don't say his name, Ron was a traitor, he killed our sister, he tortured Hermione, making her beg for death before it was granted. He has no place for fond memories, he was no better than Peter that damned rat." Bill said with a scowl, there wasn't any real anger in his voice, only disgust and pain.
"She was only remembering the times before Ron betrayed us. Don't be upset Bill, Ron wasn't always a traitor. He was once a little boy who stood for everything the light stood for. It is that little boy Luna wishes to remember, not the man he became." Harry said with such compassion in his usually cold voice that it startled us.
"The Istari looks a-lot like Albus doesn't he." Bill said after a moment, a slight smile on his face. The smile was fake, but Harry and Luna didn't comment on it.
"If not for the fact that Albus died long before the Istari was born and I was there when he died, I would say he was Albus." Harry said with a soft laugh, one that nobody would have expected from the cold man we were traveling with.
"He manipulates others for the greater good?" Luna asked with a teasing smirk.
"Probably dear sister, probably," Harry said with a chuckle.
"Do you know what I miss most?" Bill asked suddenly making the other two look at him in curiosity.
"Ok, I'll bite, what do you miss most Bill?" Harry asked in amusement.
"The amusement you gave us, we used to make bets on how long it would take before Albus pissed you off and you would yell at him. I could swear even Voldemort feared your temper! Ginny used to always win, she could pin the exact moment you would blow, she said you always gave signs, something about a look you had. Luna never betted said she had an unfair advantage. Man your temper was a hoot when it was directed at the old man. Never seen him as flustered as when you got through with him." Bill said with a light laugh.
"My favorite fight of yours was after Hogwarts had fallen and he started claiming how the light was gone, I can still remember the way you ranted and raved at the man." Luna said with a soft laugh.
"I remember that." Harry said with a soft smile on his lips as Bill and Luna laughed.
"I do believe you said something along the lines of: You stupid old goat! It's not over until I say it is! Do you understand me? You are acting like a coward! The light may have lost Hogwarts, but as long as people still live to fight the dark than as far as I am concerned we have not and will not lose! Honestly how anyone could call you brave and brilliant is beyond me!" Bill said as Luna collapsed in giggles.
"Yes, I do remember saying something along those lines, but the old coot was putting our people's moral down, something I would not tolerate." Harry said with a smirk.
"Do you remember when Nev and Luna got married?" Bill asked with a smile that Harry mimicked.
"Luna, you had never looked so beautiful. The war was over, Voldemort was dead; and I had never seen you so nervous before. You had fought death eaters, and ridden a dragon, and yet getting married to Neville had you nervous. But you were beautiful my sister." Harry said fondly as he laid back. I noticed Aragon's curiosity as we listened, and noticed Legolas looking at Aragon oddly before returning his gaze to Harry.
"Makes me wonder what you would have looked like had you decided to settle down Harry, I remember Charlie was very much in love with you." Bill said with a saddened smile.
"Over eight-thousand years ago Bill and we still talk about the past." Neville said coming into the camp as Bill stood to take his place. "Are we sleeping tonight?" He asked as if it were a question he often asked.
"No, you and Luna can go and get some sleep, but I think I shall stay awake and keep watch, might as well tell Bill to go and get some rest, we pick up the pace tomorrow." Harry said standing and walking to the edge. Soon Bill came back shaking his head and the three laid down to get some sleep.
"How long has it been now since he slept?" Neville asked after a moment.
"Knowing him, he slept the night before last, and will sleep in a few days." Bill said with a yawn, and soon silence descended as we fell into a light sleep.
Chapter 8
During the first night of travel I did not sleep, I could not sleep. Instead I spent the first half talking to those I count as family. The last half I spent patrolling the perimeter and gathering detailed information from my men before they went to set up a perimeter around our own camp. Close enough that I could see it, but far enough away that nobody else could.
It was night like these that I remembered the past. Nights when the stars seemed to shine ever brighter, a part of me wished that I could join those who live in the realm of the dead.
"You look like you can use some company." Aragon said walking over to me. I shrugged as he sat down.
"Tell me, why do you refuse to take your rightful thrown Gondorian? You could help so many people by taking the responsibility that is yours by birth." I said after a moment; my curiosity getting the better of me.
"I am a Ranger at heart; I have no wish to take the thrown." Aragon said as I looked at him. It was easy for me to see the truth he was trying so hard to hide.
"You fear that you will follow the weakness of your ancestors, you fear what will happen and what you will lose. I can see it in your eyes Aragon. Yet it is that fear that proves that you will be a great king." I said softly as I turned to look away from him.
"What would you know about any of it? You who stand so aloof, so cold towards others; you no nothing about the harsh truths of my line, you lead a small band of friends and all of a sudden you are an expert on great leaders?" He growled at me, and I could feel my own anger grow.
"People have looked up to me since I was eleven. I was ether there savior or there scapegoat. I took a life at eleven, the first of many. A mad man wanted me dead since I was born. A friend of mine died in front of me at fourteen, and it was my fault. The mad man only wanted me. The other kid was nothing more than a spare that could easily be gotten rid of. That following year I was called deranged and an attention speaker. All but a few turned on me because I said that the mad man was back At the end of that year I went on a stupid rescue mission that was a trap set by the enemy. I thought he had my godfather; only my godfather showed up and was murdered by his own cousin.
"I was sixteen when the war really started and instead of going to school I lead my friends into battle. I lost the honorary godfather in the first battle, leaving me with nobody. I had a whole entire world looking to me to save them; looking to me to lead them to freedom. One best friend betrayed me and killed my other best friend. He made her beg for death, and I was helpless. I wanted to believe that he was somebody else impersonating my friend, but he wasn't.
"My 'mentor' who was said to be the greatest wizard of our time began claming we were doomed. More than once I had to act like the adult and scream at the man. Only when the war finally ended I was hailed king. It was a title I did not want nor need, all I wanted was to live the rest of my life as a hermit, but I took my place because I was needed. I over saw my people rebuild our world before appointing a council to rule in my stead. A world of peace has no use for a weapon, so I took a few of my people and left. For eight-thousand years we have traveled to rid the other worlds of dark lords.
"So don't tell me that I don't understand Aragon, I know far better than any what it is like to have the world on your shoulders, just like I know what a burden being a leader and a king can be. Do you think I did not wonder every day if I was ruling fairly, or if I was a good leader? Regardless of what people want to believe being a ruler doesn't mean you have to be perfect or that you don't have to fear whether you are doing the right thing. A good ruler will put there people first, a good ruler serves there people." I said and my anger lessened as I came to an end of my speech.
"You should go, we walk in a few hours and regardless of what Luna has said we pick the pace up by half, we will still be moving slower than I would like, but at this rate we are moving too slowly." I said ignoring him as he stood and left me to my memories.
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