Author's Note:
Hello! Using a prologue I wrote back in 2008(!), I've started writing the first fanfic that I've worked on in about six years. Hope you enjoy it!
P.S: The rest of the chapters are from a western point of view (a.k.a. the characters we all know and love.) I just wanted to start out with a different perspective on the Wizarding Hemispheric Conflict of 1979.
Prologue
Zhuzhou, China
January 18, 1979
The streets of Zhuzhou were basked in flickering firelight. My mother insists that it never happened, but I remember that night. It was one of the best nights of my life. I was only seven years old then, still a little girl, and did not know much of the world. That night I learned much more than I could ever have imagined.
It was late into the night when they reached our part of Zhuzhou. Their loud cheers and shouts tickled my ears and I awoke with a start, my eyes flickering open to see red shadows dancing on my bedroom walls. My first thought was that our small home was on fire, but then I looked out the window and saw them. Our house was on the village square, which is where they were beginning to gather. I climbed out of bed and walked to the window, squatting so that my eyes barely cleared the bottom edge.
They were dressed in robes, colored brilliantly with reds and oranges, with floating torches high above their heads and short wooden sticks that shot fireworks. I gasped for breath as one man directed a shower of falling stars in the skies above. They seemed to be celebrating.
Their leader, wearing a golden mask while the others wore red, stood on the fountain walls.
"My friends!" He held on to one of the stone dragons sticking out of the fountain and swung around to face the crowd. "Tonight, our time of glory is upon us!"
Their triumphant shouts overtook the man's voice, and he waited for them to quiet.
"Tonight we join our comrades in Beijing, where we will take hold of our neighbors' hands and conquer the Europeans with a speed and efficiency they have never seen before! There they sit in their castles ignorantly passing laws, restricting our livelihoods, sure of their ultimate power. But tonight, under Lin Wang's guidance, we shall prevail! Freedom, for each wizard who fights back!"
My older sister ran into the room, grabbing my elbow and pulling me into the hall, "Suri, get away from the window! What are you doing? They'll see you!"
"They're planning a war!"
"Suri, I'm sure it's not a war you have to worry about. They are not our kind."
"But they are! They're talking about joining hands with Beijing to overtake the Europeans and-"
"No, Suri. I mean they're not normal," she looked around before dropping to her knees in front of me. She took my arms and shook me a little as she spoke. "Suri, they have a power. They've been floating things around and destroying things with little sticks and-"
"Kiya, I'm afraid!"
"Suri, go back to bed. They won't notice us. They're not here to bother us."
And then, everything was silent. I could hear my father shifting in his bed, the mats and blankets rustling with his movement. He hadn't seemed to notice the riot outside. Kiya and I ran to my window.
"Kiya, they're gone."
"Suri, go to bed. Don't mention this to anyone tomorrow at school." And with that, she left.
In the morning on my walk to the schoolhouse, nothing in the square was amiss. I looked to Kiya to see if she noticed.
"The flowers look pretty today, don't you think?" she smiled sweetly, giving no hint that she was thinking about what had happened the night before. Maybe I had dreamed it.
I turned back and was silent the rest of the walk.