Evlohimenio Dilitirio
Chapter 1- The Beginning
Evlohimenio Dilitirio, or Venena, as she allowed herself to be called, looked across the planes of this new world and sighed. She wondered vaguely why she had arrived here but considering her life, she wasn't particularly surprised… nothing important ever went as she hoped. Her true mother had died in childbirth and in his grief her father had followed after her; they had been a nomadic couple, rare for their kind, who saw and loved the magics of nature more even than their elvin kin. Her father, despite his selfishness and wanting the best for her, locked away her full powers, and allowed the gods to direct her destiny.
Not liking to dwell in the past, Venena focused her mind and began the process of concealing herself; she willed her eyes to dull into a human green, still striking but not glowing with power, her figure to shrink from a towering 6"2' to a respectable 5"8', and toned down the ethereal glow of her skin to that of a relatively healthy human. Her long, waving, brown hair, she tied back into a loose but serviceable knot.
She then began to walk and test the magics around her; they appeared to be closely in tune with her own core and, to her astonishment, she realized that her magic was dancing with that of Nature. Contemplating the implications of this, she allowed Nature to lead her to a spring, sat beside an ancient tree, and leaned against its powerful trunk. It was truly a peaceful place; a cliff rose up from her right, the field from which she had come spread out behind the tree she leaned against. The spring fed into a pure brook which flowed slowly into an ancient forest. Wild flowers and prickly bushed surrounded the glen.
Venena closed her eyes and 'organized her mind' though she allowed a pang of loss to flit through her at that particular turn of phrase. She had left earth, she knew that much; nowhere on earth had nature greeted her in such a way. The ritual had been rather complicated, but quite doable with the extensive knowledge she had gained; it was supposed to bring her to her loved one. One- not many, for she was bitter to those who she had once called friends. Venena had not lived an easy life; her human parents had died when she was not far past one year old. They had prayed to the gods of old, after finding themselves barren and in war with two dark lords; they had bartered their long lives to Hades in exchange for a savior and a daughter… they had not realized that both would come in one being, but they died for her all the same.
Voldemort's curse had rebounded because of their love and Dumbles had placed her with abusive relatives. Venena allowed herself to recall her childhood; it has been a lonely one and a painful one. She'd been forced to work as a house elf, beaten, locked away, starved, and savaged… the only ray of hope she had was her side soul, Tom. It had not been the evil portion of Voldemort's soul which had attached itself to her, but the smallest part of his soul that still cared, regretted past actions, and retained the child's innocence and the adults' knowledge. Tom had revealed to her her powers as a witch. He had taught her to focus herself, to learn of people, to heal her physical hurts with will. He had taught her to think like an adult by age 9 and use sarcasm as a shield by 10. But the most important lessons which she learned were those of empathy and acting. Thus, she knew how others expected her to act and so shielded herself by complying.
For the Dursleys she was the perfect submissive and servant. For the school she was the perfect Gryffindor. For Dumbles she was the perfect weapon. And for the Masses she was their scape-goat, their hero, and their figure head. Her friends were paid to spy on her by Dumbles and for his expectations she was tested yearly in cruel ways. She was forced to kill a possessed professor at age 11. She was forced to kill a basilisk and a murderous Tom at age 12. She was forced to relive the murder of her human parents, the suicide of her father, and confront the man who betrayed her parents, and the man who cared more for revenge then for his goddaughter at age 13. She was forced to fight for her life against dragons, dark creatures, and a resurrected dark lord at age 14. At 15 she was possessed and tortured and Dumbles expounded upon the prophesy she'd already heard half of from Tom. In the summer of her 16th year she emancipated herself and, with the help of the goblins and her side-soul, destroyed the soul of Helga's cup- for even the goblins had agreed that this was a magic too dark to be tolerated. She'd destroyed the soul of the locket found in her Black volts and traveled to the Gaunt property to destroy the soul and claim the resurrection stone by right of blood… for through the blood adoption of her mortal Father she was the rightful heir of the Peverell brothers. At 16 she disarmed Dumbles in the form of Draco, accepted ownership of the elder wand, allowed Dumbles to live, and snickered when Dumbles powers had been reduced by half by the loss of the wand… the icing on the cake was when he couldn't get Draco to recall any memory of the night in question, let alone the location of his former wand. Thus, she became the "Master of Death" and came into her true inheritance, which included an elvish figure- though she could retain a human form, at age 17.
Venena, called Rosa Potter on Earth, could not die. She could not fade; for her human adoption blocked this trait while on earth. She could not age past 27. She need not eat. She needed little sleep. And she could control the pain of one's passing. She re-named herself Evlohimenio Dilitirio, or Venena, but remained Rosa- human- for those of earth. She had the powers to be a God but remained to call for Judgment those Lords who had murdered her parents and her chance of earthly peace.
At age 18 she killed Voldemort's snake and remained living while allowing Tom, her side-soul, to die. She encased Tom in light, eased his passing to brightness and set about killing- in painful vengeance- the final piece of Voldemort's shattered soul. Thanks to Dumbles, she was declared a danger to the public and so lived in the shadows.
Venena spent the next 50 years of her life slowly and painfully bringing down Dumbledore for the torture he had made sure she endured. She kept death from taking him as her mate inflicted his body with plague and pestilence. She turned the media against him and rose from the shows as the hope for any believing in the side of grey, peace, tolerance, and compromise. She raised up those who could lead the Magic World to greatness, contracted an assassin to kill her, and allowed a deadly curse to claim her, and so disappeared from her public. She then traveled and learned with her one love, the one who had stood by her always and had tried to protect her throughout it all, and though he aged, she removed any sign of it until at age 441- 400 years after they had first bonded- the rules of nature and calls of gods claimed it time that he move on lest fate be unwound. And though she grieved, Venena could not fade.
In this mind, Venena consulted Death and found a ritual of peace. She had collected her belongings, and those of her love, shrunk them into cases which she held to her person, and so was transported to the plane upon which she had awoken roughly three hours ago. Now though, she considered, perchance, that she was dead; for she would only find true peace with her mate and she had done a ritual to find peace. Though she doubted her luck would allow such a fancy, she mentally requested Death attend to her and while waiting murmured, "Where the Hell have I gotten myself to now?"
"You probably should've wondered that before you attempted that ritual you idiot" smirked Death as he hovered a few feet from her.
Venena snorted, "I was attempting to find some peace…" and in saying this it occurred to her, "it was obviously a flawed ritual if you can still come to me."
"If I can't have your soul I can at least attempt to steal your sanity oh Great Master," quipped her companion knowing that Venena would likely find this amusing.
The response came quickly, "And you said I'm an idiot?! You're intentionally annoying the one who could force you to follow the etiquette of the Gods and you're smiling about it!"
Safe in the knowledge that his Master was not one for formalities, he blew a raspberry at her and laughed.
'At least he's consistent" thought Venena… It was rather comforting, this quibbling, but she truly did need some answers and so… "Death, could you tell me where I am?"
"Certainly Oh Great One… you are currently resting against an old tree beside a spring, a cliff, a field, and a forest"
'He just had to be a pain on this one didn't he?' Venena thought… She raised an eyebrow at Death and glared at him.
"Fine." Death sulked in a child-like fashion. "You are currently located in the realm of Arnor on the northern edge of the Hills of Evendium. You have been brought to the land through which your parents wondered. In this land you may earn the good will of Eru Lluvatar, the top God here; If you manage to assist this land in his will, he may grant you your mate… you are the Daughter of Tulkas and Nessa deities, or spirits, if you will. Tulkas is the Gardian of Valinor-home of the Gods of this earth and pure elven kind- and he is a great warrior, though he favors his fist over any weapon. Nessa is a dancer of great agility and speed. Your powers of death make you kin to Mandos, the keeper of elven souls."
'Dang,' thought Venena, "I'm a god… !?."
Only when Death responded did she realize that she'd said the latter part aloud, "Oh, get over yourself kid…"- Venena snorted, for she was over 400 years old- " You are rather unique; you are of the Valar; you are more powerful than the Istari (the old wizards and messengers of the Valar) and maiar yet you will remain an elf for so long as you are my Master. You are a Witch with magical abilities beyond that exercised by any of the Valar, for your powers need not be drawn from the nature created by them, but from your own magical core. Your Magic is from Earth but your Powers are of Arda- Middle Earth." This said, Death bowed with a flourish and disappeared.
'This was certainly food for thought' considered Venena before putting it to the side of her mind. She decided that it would be best to have a base of operations and so called upon the magic of her core and the power of her land and requested that each work with her to create a place of peace. She didn't really have any particular form in mind and so channeled her powers and magic at the cliff on the opposing side of the spring with the idea of a safe haven in mind. In the hours that passed, the cliff, woods, and spring merged. The rock of the cliff-side and wood became one and formed a cottage of many rooms, some build into the cliff while some extended into the forest. The water crystallized and formed ruins of peace, harmony, protection, encouragement, magic, curiosity, nature, and power into the conglomerate of living wood and rock. Exhausted, Venena jumped the brook and entered the comely cottage castle.
The first room she came to was that of a living room; the floor was covered by a weave of the softest grasses and the ceiling was arched as the trees had grown together to form a ethereal covering that would block all harsh elements but allow in the sun from any angle it may shine from. To the left was a similar room, though one in which the roots of the trees had shifted to form a table for many, chairs, and a moss floor. A final room to the left held the set up of a kitchen, leaves, trunks, roots, and rock had woven together to create cupboards, a countertop, and, in the cliff face, a oven and chimney. The floor held a mosaic of beautiful and whimsical designs fashioned with valuable gems of the mountain. Built into the cliff-face behind the kitchen was a simple bedroom; a bed frame of roots with a mattress of the softest leaves was placed with the head against the west wall. The floor of this room required one to step up three steps to enter the room; this allowed the cliff face to open at the top of the wall beyond the kitchen's branched roof for light to stream in.
To the right of the living room was a room which now encased much of the clear spring. On the far side, reeds had grown into rock which had extended from the cliff. If one were to look at this room from Venena's leaning tree, they would assume it was part of the cliff face and that the water came from a faucet further into the mountain. To the left when coming into this room a passage with stairs spiraling up the cliff's insides was visible. Vanena followed these stairs and came to a bright room, perfect for a library above but behind the living room. This room had book cases of sparkling gems along all walls and tables which had grown up from the ground. Lounge chairs and great round pillows of the softest dirt covered in moss were placed around the room. The whole upper portion of the cliff face for this room was open to the forest with a view of the brook and northern fields. It was framed by ivy and rose vines climbing up the cliff face. Through another door way further left was a slightly smaller room, opened over the kitchen with a view of the forest, though the brook could be heard and the fields could be glimpsed. Rock and wood had grown together to create an open office layout.
Going back to the library, Venena noticed an entrance way containing similarly spiraling stairs to the left of those she had ascended from. At the top she looked right through an entrance way into what was obviously a study and potions laboratory, for half of it contained worktables and past a low dividing wall half of it contained more bookcases. There was no entrance to the left, so she followed a corridor further into the cliff-side. At the end of the corridor, just before a sharp left, there was an entrance to a room to the right. This was likely to become a room of requirement if, or when. she had to time to create the spells for it. Following the corridor to the left, there were two bedrooms, one located above the library, though slightly smaller than the library, and one located above the office, though quite a bit bigger than the office. She claimed this one for herself and requested that the stone add a closet and a staircase leading from her room down into the office. Going to the Cliff face she looked through the ivy and roses into the forest and sighed. It had been a long day, and even with the help of nature, she had extended a lot of magic to create this haven. She walked to the living wood and stone bed frame, whose head was located on the eastern most edge of her room. She called water from the spring to become a mattress in the bed and casts a layer of magic to hold to together before falling into it for an exhausted slumber.
Venena awoke with the rising of the sun as its rays ghosted over her face the following morning. She shot upright when realizing that she had not warded her dwelling before sleeping. She glanced around quickly before casting a spell to identify any beings which may have wandered into her home and relaxed when it identified none. Going to the window of the second bedroom- the room which retained the most panoramic view of the area- she began to ward her haven against any and all. Any evil being which attempted to cross her wards would immediately be turned to ash. Any human who stumbled across her dwelling would be able to observe the first level of her home, but only an elf would be able to see all of it. No being would be allowed to enter into her haven without her express invitation. No being would be able to find her home a second time unless they were in grave peril or she allowed it. No one who found her house would leave with the ability to tell any what they had found… though they could give general directions to any who were in great need of help. Done warding, Venena left the window to go bath in the spring room.
