Spoiler alert: I don't own Harry Potter, or anything related to the brand, the only thing I DO own are the OC's and the general plot of this story …. Would be nice if I did own HP tho. What I could do with all that money … Sorry I'm rambling, enjoy!

Prologue – I spy with my little eye….

Windswept, lonely, barren or simply dusty. These were words that seemed to define every account of the Kingdom of [Dust] and truth be told, every single one of them fit said kingdom to a T, as it was situated in the middle of the plains of Meredin. Now, if one were to give an honest, down to earth description of the plains alone it would be something along the lines of: "Huge, desolated place. Not rich or prosperous by any means and on top of that full of roaming goblin hoards, but the people there are tough, hardworking and honest folks that will help a wanderer every day of the week."

Encased in its 4 neighbouring kingdoms the Kingdom of Dozhd was situated in the very centre of the plains and was dominated by exactly that, plains with not even a road connecting the few and far in between villages and cities. The kingdoms capital "Velitz" was the country's biggest city with a population of just over 15 000, mostly due to it being the Kings residency as well as being built at a crossroads of two often used trading routes and a river. After that, the size of cities drastically dropped however and the next biggest city, "Oblitahr", only numbered about 8000 citizens and after that, the next biggest settlements were a group of villages with population of around 4000.

Now Oblitahr was known for two things aside of being the second biggest city in its country, namely it's high number of leather workers and the quality of their products, which were the only reason anyone would have ever heard of Oblitahr as well as the kingdom of Dozhd if one were to be honest. So good was their work, that their wares were traded all over the continent, tho the farther one got from the plains themselves, the more often people only knew that those high quality leather products came from said plains, but not the exact location, which had led to men and women from all over the lands traveling to the plains to get commissioned leather gear, only to end up in some other town or place, getting mediocre gear at best.

Up high on the stone wall of the afore-mentioned city a male could be seen sitting on the battlement, looking over the dusty plains that reached as far as one could see. One leg lazily swinging in the breeze while the other was forming a half lotus the figures wide brimmed, brown cowboy hat threw a deep shadow over its eyes, rendering onlookers unable to make out where the person was looking. The man wore a buck leather jacket, leather pants that seemed to cling to his legs like a second layer of skin, an equally tight-fitting pair of riding boots complete with a pair of spurs and last but not least a red poncho thrown over his shoulders. All those articles of clothing appeared to be in varying states of use as their brown, or in the ponchos case red, colour seemed worn and faded.

At the sound of footsteps approaching the man turned his head slightly, only to see the major of Oblitahr slowly coming closer. He was a small, old man, barely 150 centimetres (4'9) tall and as scrawny as they come, with a face full of overly pronounced worrylines there were even more prominent in the orange light of the setting sun. He couldn't seem to stop fidgeting as he stepped closer to the mysterious man, never seeming to be able to look at said man for too long before averting his gaze to the surrounding wall.

Finally, having gathered enough courage, the major asked the mystery-man in an almost pleading voice. "Are you sure you can protect us from those goblins sir? 'Cause no one has seen you do anything since our scouts told us that the horde was approaching and we are paying you lots of money to do this." A rather uneasy silence followed, as the mysterious man slowly got up from his seated position, still looking over the far plains in front of him.

"You see old man, that's the difference between you folks and my kind, you worry too much. It's almost like there's always something on your mind. My kind? My kind is proud, strong and hard headed, as well as laid back when it comes to battles. Tho laid back may be the wrong term here …. hungry and excited would fit that role way better. I gotta admit they are a handful to deal with but what can one do? Tho you needn't have worried."

Just as these words were spoken a loud war horn could be heard, the agreed signal to alert the city of the nearing goblin hoard that was about 3500 creatures strong and had been terrorizing the surrounding towns for way too long now.

Looking out onto the plains one could make out the huge dust cloud that was being created by the thousands of feet, swiftly marching on the next settlement to fall pray to their bloodthirsty claws, teeth and clubs.

"Those puny little goblins aren't even close to my level" grumbled the hat wearing man back on the city wall of Oblitahr under his breath, before straightening his back and announcing in a louder voice to the major who was still standing behind him. "You needn't have worried" , as he looked over the mass of goblins, that were now dangerously close to the city gate. "For as long as I can see someone …. I can kill them." With those words the mans eyes flashed, his left one in blood red, seemingly producing red, spectral flames, while his right eyes started to glow in an eerie, emerald green. Naught but a second later every single goblin seemed to trip at the same time, only to fall to the ground in full sprint.

A ghostly silence filled the plains as the goblins battle cries and grunts stopped all at once, only for their corpses to slowly start disintegrating into nothingness. Atop the barricade our mysterious man turned around on his heel, his eyes once more covered in shadows, and left the terrified major with a simple "I'll come and collect my money tomorrow"

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OOOOOOOOOOOKKKKKKAAAAAAAAAAYYYYYYYYYY soooooo ….. how do I say this. This is my first story that I am posting on here and thus I would ask you to not expect anything spectacular. I appreciate any and all feedback you have for me and I hope you liked this little prologue.

For the story itself I gotta say that I was heavily inspired by the "2 Demons" story about McCree and Hanzo from Overwatch for this chapter in particular and by nutsofthechest's "Percy Jackson The Dark Gamer" for the general Idea of the stroys world.