1. A New Mission

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BOY, YOU DONE FUCKED UP it said. I let out a mental sigh as I push off the ground, getting to my feet.

"Ok, how?" I asked. I know what you're thinking, why am I not phased on meeting the personification of Death. Well, let's put it this way, my last op? It was to save it.

And now it was criticising me.

I mean, a little gratitude would be nice.

I think it senses that, and gives out a huff.

THANK YOU FOR SAVING ME. NOW LET'S GET BACK ON TRACK, SHALL WE? Ok, fair point. I shrug in reply, my face completely bored. I've nearly died so many times over the years that Death and I are now on fairly good terms.

THE REASON YOU FUCKED UP WAS THAT NONE OF THIS SHIT SHOULD HAVE HAPPENED. AND YOU, YOU WERE THE LYNCHPIN IN ENSURING POTTER AND HIS SOULMATE WERE PROPELLED TO GREATNESS AFTER YOU SMASH IN THAT PRETENDER'S FACE. HELL, BLACK SHOULDN'T HAVE HAD TO DIE AT ALL! SAME GOES FOR THE LUPINS AND THE TONKS. EVEN YOUR FAMILY SHOULDN'T HAVE DIED! DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA HOW MUCH OF MY PAPERWORK GOT SCREWED UP! It exclaimed in one fell swoop. Ohkay, veerry chatty is Death. Better get her to get to the point or I'm going to be here for a while.

"And?" I ask, knowing now I'm going to be shafted into doing something for her, possible temporal changes pending.

AND FIRST, YOU NEED TO BE TRAINED AND FORGED INTO A WARRIOR. ONE WHO WOULD HAVE THE STRENGTH, THE CONVICTION TO FIGHT AGAINST IMPOSSIBLE ODDS. GO FORTH, MY AVATAR. AND WIN.

I felt my soul being stretched till it's impossibly thin and I gain a sensation of moving faster and faster until I feel time pass me not.

Then, after an infinity in time and space, I felt myself speed back up. Until I hit something solid.

My eyes shoot open as I cast panicked eyes around me.

"Hey there, take it easy" a small girl's voice pipes up next to me. I seem to be inside a military transport aircraft, going by the jump seats facing each other. And the guards dressed in olive green and having sidearms belted onto their sides.

I see a lot of kids, between the ages of four to nine. What's more concerning, all of them have a haunted, shell shocked look to them, eyes looking into the distance, seeing only something that they could see.

I turn to look at a little girl with black hair and violet eyes. She has a slightly sad smile to her and her eyes had the same haunted cast that everyone else had. At a guess, her age is about seven.

And suddenly, a flood of memories crash over me.

A fleet of sleek ships appearing over a helpless world.

Armoured monsters, with glowing blades and energy weapons, slaughtering entire cities.

A world being burnt by a beam of indescribable power, slowly morphing into glass.

A sudden lurch jars me from my thoughts and I gain a sensation of free fall.

"MAYDAY, MAYDAY, THIS IS PELICAN-212, INBOUND TO CAMP CURRAHE! WE HAVE LOST ALL ENGINES! BRACE FOR EMERGENCY LANDING!" I heard the pilot scream into the radio. I feel the aircraft spin on its axis, as my stomach rose to my throat.

I felt my old power rush into me (Thank you, Death) and I could practically feel the energy thrum in my bones. I focussed through all the panicked screams and retching. I hit the snap-lock of my seat and launch myself out of my seat, a spell already on my lips.

"ARRESTO MOMENTUM" I yell as I slam my hands down on the floor of the craft. Immediately, a jerk runs through the aircraft, stopping us in mid air. And I feel the immediate fatigue.

"Pilot, how far are we above the ground?" I ask, taking in all the dumb-founded expressions. The pilot is still looking at me like I am the Second Coming Of Merlin. Which, maybe I was.

"Pilot, I asked a question" I growl, allowing some of my magical aura to manifest in the form of a blue-white cloak.

Generally, auras come in 6 colours, with blue or blue white is the mark of a jack-of-all trade. Which I guess I was. Never excelling in anyone thing, but having a broad knowledge of everything.

Green is for healers. Red is for warriors. Violet is for seers.

And black?

Dark arts. 'Nuff said. Bloody crap scares the shit out of me.

The pilot, who shook herself off turned to look at her instrument panel.

"Um, we're about three thousand feet up" she says, her voice a little shaky. I nod.

"Oh, good. Protego Maxima" I intone. I can feel the energy shift from holding us aloft forming a protective shield.

And gravity exerted its hold on us all again.

Last I remember is a lot of weightlessness, a lot of screaming, mayday calls. Then, the sound of a large glass bowl shattering. I instinctively fire a cushioning charm on the bottom of the aircraft.

Because the next thing I was doing I was flying through the front canopy of the aircraft, smashing it to bits, then hitting the hard grey ground.

And then all was black.

All right, a little heads-up.

The Last Member Of The Resistance has been sent to another universe by Death. And he has to do one thing and one thing only here.

Become her Avatar, a living weapon, using all his magical knowledge and be raised to the peak of physical and mental perfection. And where would be the best place?

And any guesses as to who he is?

R&R!