Harry Potter and the Ancient War of Arvanian.
"…." Speech.
'italic' Thoughts.
Prologue.
" Aunt Rowena!"
He runs and runs. He run as fast as his legs could carry him. Great fears that he dreaded imbedded his heart. One which he do not understand. One he had foreseen.
" HARRY!"
Harry Potter stop dead at his track and turn at the sound of the scream. What he saw make him turn pale in an instance. There, not far from him, a group of ugly, disfigured creatures, cornering a girl of his age, ready to strike and kill. Harry froze. He felt numb. They're going to kill her. His cousin, his family and his very joy, Earwen.
Thinking fast, Harry frantically search for something that can help him save her. Something sharp and deadly on order to defend…suddenly his eyes fell on a sword, hidden and imbedded between the walls.
The Eldarian Sword!!
'Great lords.. how can I willed it when only the heir of the ancient high kings of the elves can will It'.
Harry reach for the sword. Battling with himself and hope that the sword will grant him permission to use it and save his cousins life.
" Strange" said Harry. The sword glowed when he touch it and he easily pull it from its casing and from the wall without much difficulty. The sword shines brightly now in his hand. There was nothing that is stopping him from taking it. It should be well protected. Guarded with ancient spell and enchantment.. wasn't it? And was it supposed to be very heavy? Harry feel like he is holding a stick.
With sword infront, he lunged toward them, killing or knocking others to the ground. Giving him and his cousin opportunity to run.
" Come Earwen. Lets find your mother." Said Harry.
" How did you get the sword? You know the sword.." she wasn't allow to finish her sentence when Harry grab her hand and make a run, promising her to explain later. Together, they both make a quick way through a secret passage to the highest tower. Harry have a feeling that there is where his aunt is.
When Harry and Earwen arrive at the tower, they saw that Lady Rowena is fighting with with a sinister looking women, dressed in black battle robe for ladies… Dark Phoenix! But their eyes is set on Lady Rowena, which to their horror, is fighting a losing battle.
'Something wrong. Aunt Rowena look dead tired'. Then Harry saw why. The crystal that Darkphoenix is holding is taking life and energy force from aunt Rowena. She is nearly spent. I could kill her. Suddenly, Darkphoenix stab aunt Rowena and knock her to the floor.
Harry was blind by anger. Without thinking, without considering the consequences, he moved in to fight with Darkphoenix. Good thing that he is natural in sword fighting. Out of the corner of his eyes, he saw that Earwen is kneeling by her mother so that she can use her power and heal her. But by the look of both mother and daughter, Harry knew that there is no hope. This doubled his anger. How could this evil woman injured his aunt. What right did she have. Harry's eyes blazed with anger as he engaged himself in a fierce fight. Darkphoenix is an excellent fighter, no point denying. But he has an advantage. With the hand that didn't hold the sword, he knock the crystal, which is black in colour, off Darkphoenix's hand and before she knew what he attended to do, he smash the crystal with his blade.
There was a scream of denial. Darkphoenix is in agony. The crystal was her power, and now she is mortally wounded. All the sudden a vortex appeared behing her and swallow her leaving nothing but dust behind.
Harry quickly make his way to aunt Rowena. Lady Rowena was a spirited woman. She has long, flowing golden brunette hair that seem to flow like a water. Her face was smooth and flawless. She has skin as white as snow and her eyes, which used to held laughter, sparkles and full of happiness and love. Now, it also held pain and suffering.
"Harry, Earwen" said Lady Rowena. Go now. This tower is falling apart. I will use my last power to transport you to safety".
"No mother!" cried Earwen "You already lost so much. You need tour strength".
"It can no longer be help"
"Aunt Rowena, listen to me" said Harry, quickly. "We're going to save you..you.. and no one are going to separate us… I am alone aunt Rowena. If you're gone, who will look after me? Love me? Please don't leave me… you promised" stammered Harry. Unable to hold back his tears.
Lady Rowena didn't answer him. She knew well that her nephew will be alright. She have seen how he fight his enemy. And she have yet to teach Harry the basic how to fight. Unless if Harry indeed their true king and heir. Then it will allow their ancestors to guide the heir in his time of need. Still she need to let Harry be aware of his heritage. When she saw the sword beside Harry, she ask "where did you learn to fight Harry? I haven't even teach you to hold a sword properly yet."
Harry was taken aback by this question. Now he think it he didn't know how. Maybe he learn it long time ago. 'yea right Potter, like you have the time… and plus how did you find the sword when only the rightful king can find it'
Harry's eyes wide at the last thought. Could this mean he is the heir of the ancient high king? If he is… then he is the king of…
Harry's eyes met aunt Rowena. From the look at it, she knew who Harry was all along and there is no doubt that Harry is her nephew and king. Judging by the fact that the sword still shines brightly and the royal emblem appears on critical times, on Harry's right forearm to prove that the holder is the heir of the ancient kings and king of his realm.
Suddenly, the tower shook with a violence force that it is hard for any of them to sit still. While trying to balance himself, Harry saw that aunt Rowena was glowing brightly and hovering in thin air. Before anything he could be said, a force of power rose from beneath the ground and engulf lady Rowena. It seem that Darkphoenix left a special attack. One which no one ever escape.
Earwen watched her mother in tears. She knew this power. It is the only thing that can destroy her family. There is only one thing that Darkphoenix desire and that is power. The greatest of all power lies inside her mother's very being. But it is said that it was lost long ago. Way back in ancient time.
"Harry, Earwen. Listen to me" said aunt Rowena, urgently. "This world will never have peace until you fulfill your task. And the power that I keep telling you is actually never lost." Harry and Earwen can only stare at her, disbelieved.
"It is inside of both of you"
Harry shut his eyes. The power Is inside him and Earwen . that means Darkphoenix will be aftering them . But her next word really put him back to earth.
"I love you… and I want you to promise me to look out for each other, always"
"No! mother" cried Earwen
"Aunt Rowena…" said Harry at the same time.
But their word word was cut short. With a wave of her hands. Harry and Earwen find themselves on top of a cliff over viewing the ancient city of Avalone. Far from danger, far from his Aunt, her mother.
Harry gather Earwen into his arms and she hung to him, tightly. A voice reach them in their minds and their eyes were blinded momentarily by the gift of foresight of what is happening to Lady Rowena on her last dying moments.
' I will always love you and will watch you from above… farewell my darlings.' Said Lady Rowena, softly, lovingly and soothingly. And she close her eyes. Preparing about her death.
" NOOO!!!" Earwen screamed as she witness the most horrifying death of her mother before her mind eyes. Her mother was shaking, light was emerging from her and she was blow up to pieces followed by the whole city. Harry too seen the whole thing through his mind eyes. Earwen cried uncontrolled in Harry's arms as Harry did the same. The Lady Rowena's death was unbearable to either of them.
Harry remain silent as Earwen still poured her heart out. Each of her sobs pierce his heart like a knife. For the first time in his lives… he felt hopeless and weak. What's going to happen from now on? Will him and Earwen be save? Afterall, Darkphoenix is not yet dead. And Harry probably is forbidden to see Earwen again if his uncle and Earwen's father, Lord Elrond, wish it. Darkphoenix will never give up what she started centuries ago. They both will be hunt down until the end. There will be nothing to protect them, save them.
' No' said Harry to himself. ' There will be one to save them. One who will protect and defeat this evil'. Finding the Eldarian Sword at his side, he took it, strike it through the ground and gripping the blade tightly with his hands. Blood flows from his hand. An oath was made and cannot be broken as it is sealed by blood.
' Aunt Rowena this I swear to you and to my parents, that I shall protect all those whom I love. I shall forever protect Earwen and the innocent people from HER evil reign. Let there be no childhood for me. For it is already taken upon your death. Gone were the days when I used to play unnecessarily. Now is the time for my training and duty to begin. I will gather our people and warriors to be united for this war. Let battlefield be my playground. There will be no rest or peace for me, for it is now my curse until our people is free from this evil. He who betrays us and she who destroy me shall pay dearly for what they done. On this day, they succeed killing me and I died. But they have also created a warrior, a man, and an enemy and I shall protect those who needed me'.
Harry took this oath on the cliff facing what was their beloved city. And by all that is sacred and pure, he is going to keep it.
Let there be no childhood for him,
Let sword and shields be his toy,
Let battlefield be his playground,
Drums and trumpets thundered the sky on battle,
Where he walk… none there to venture or follow,
He is a warrior… and he shall walk this path alone,
In search for his place to belong… and peace to regain,
Shall he shed blood of all those who did him wrong,
This is his curse, his destiny,
To protect those he loves,
To reclaim his throne, his kingdom, his inheritance and heritage,
He shall stand and fight… till the very end.
end prologue