The white world dissolved around Hadrian and he stumbled to the ground. As he rose he swore that any kind of magical transport excluding broomsticks hated him. Especially since Magic herself created this last mode of transportation.

Hadrian was not amused.

Taking care to find his balance, Hadrian inspected his new home. It was a lush planet with some serious storms going in the distance.

"Tython is the name of this world," informed Magic, "it is my main world in the galaxy. Those storms you see in the distance is the result of an imbalance in the Magic or the Force as the locals call it." Hadrian could hear the insult at the name the Force.

"Why do they call it that?" He asked.

"There is no reason. They decided that using Magic's proper name was heresy, a backwater way of calling it, thus the name the Force."

"I see." He did not see.

"My bloody name is Magic, not Force!" Hadrian ignored Magic's moanings.

The thunders in the distance returned his attention to reality. The weather was somewhat cold even in the day, and he did not want to test the weather of the night. Even with warming charms, he would be hard pressed to spend the night comfortably.

First things first. Hadrian needed a new house. Thankfully his necklaces held enough ward-stones for him to inscribe permanent transfiguration and expansion charms.

A few hours later when the sun was starting to set and the twin moons of the Tython rose. Hadrian could admit that he did a pretty bang job at his new home in such a short time. It was a three-story mansion with a single basement floor. The basement was as the ritual chamber - as well as a dungeon. The first floor contained the enchanting and potions labs. The second and third floor was his living quarters.

The wards allowed him to expand the number of floors in the future so he was not worried about the size of his home. Right now it was about having a roof to sleep under.

The mansion was quite spartan with red and grey paint on the walls. There were little to none furniture in the inside except for his bedroom.

He spent most of his time tuning the wards around - he had no desire of getting attacked in the middle of the night. His ward set was quite simple and did not have too much in the way of firepower, but, it was very good at its main job. Hiding. He layered as many repelling and cloaking wards on top each other as the ward-stone could handle. He was quite happy for how it turned out.

The transfiguration of the house served as a very important test. His connection with Magic was through the roof at the moment. So much that if he concentrated enough he could talk to Magic herself as he discovered in an accident. With the absorption for the Hallows, in this case, the Elder Wand, he had no need for a focus anymore. His whole body was a focus now.

If he was not careful in his casting, the boosting power of the Deathstick overpowered any spell he cast. As the new pond outside could testify.

Hadrian entered his bedroom after rechecking the wards and jumped into his bed.

For the first time in a very long time, the sweet release of sleep came with such ease to him.

Hadrian woke up as the sun was rising. The crescendos of the magic that rose with the dawn were too much of a distraction for him to sleep through.

He went through his morning rituals and went to the kitchen to prepare himself some food. With the stasis charms, he had everything stocked for years, if not centuries. "Magic for the win," he muttered.

After a classic British breakfast a long way home, he sat there drinking a cup of tea. "What now?"

"We have taken you here because it was the world most connected with me," Magic's frown was clear in her tone. "You need a spaceship to leave and finding an intact one might prove to be a challenge."

"Back up a bit. A spaceship?"

"Yes, your only way of leaving this world. It is empty of civilization after all."

Alright, Hadrian though, that was a bit of a problem. But flying and space together... It was like Hadrian's dreams come true. Hearing it from them was a nice concept, but learning he was going to be flying one soon... Saying Hadrian was excited would be an understatement.

"How do I find one? Would a point-me suffice?" He asked.

"Yes, yes it should. But there may be another way I think..." Her voice petered out. Hadrian waited for her to continue.

"You can use a point-me if you like - it would lead you to where you want. But, there is another way that locals of this galaxy generally use. Call it a local discovery, if you will. Open yourself to the Magic completely. Not just your own magic, but the wild and ambient magic of the world too. Instead of trying to talk to me, however, ask the connection for guidance." Magic instructed.

After understanding what she told him, he was immediately reminded of the time he connected her by mistake. He let himself open to magic freely at that time too.

Hadrian sank into meditation. He started letting the control of his magic freely - if there was anyone in the area they would feel the complete brunt of his aura. Time slowly passed with his aura increasing around. As he let his control go, the ambient magic started filling him in the same way his own did - and immediately started pushing him towards somewhere like an excited puppy expecting a walk.

Hadrian opened his eyes and rose from meditation. Even out of meditation and focus, the push towards a certain direction was always there in the back of his mind. He had a feeling now that he opened himself the Magic could direct him even without his inquiry.

He had a question, however. "Magic, - is there something else I could call you? - is this your doing?"

His suspicion was valid, after all, the Magic herself was the being in question.

"No, it is not. The connection you made was to the part of the magic that is not entirely sentient - as it should be. I am the Magic, representation of the Magic to interact with the world at large. I am many things, but not the wild magic you use. You will understand it better in the future." Magic continued. "You can call me Heca. Hecate is the name I love most but it is such a mouthful." She said laughing.

"You can call me Mórrígan, or simply Morri. I am partial to that name since it is the name of the sovereign-goddess. And Mórrígan is close to your home too, it is an Irish name after all." Death piped in.

"So the Death is a vain woman, huh. Who knew?" Hadrian said with a mischievous smile.

Morri laughed.

Thinking he wasted enough time, Hadrian took off to find himself a new spaceship. There was a distinct lack of thunderbolts and storms in the area. "Huh, so this was what Heca meant by the planet in need of a balance," he muttered.

He did not know how he was balanced in Magic, but if this was the result of his aura he was sure it was true.

Tython was a beautiful sight with ever-changing weather in the distance, with many natural and artificial biomes. Hadrian found himself unknowingly immersing in the beauty and forgetting his time. He could not remember last when he was this relaxed. As he neared what he thought as a desert he saw black blocks in the distance, clearly, they were man-made. They were not in the direction he was going.

"You can explore it if you want," Heca said. "There is no need for you to hurry. You have all the time you need."

The reminder to his immortality ended his good mood. He honestly tried to not think about it since he learned about it, even if the denial was just an escape from reality. The consequences of immortality came into his mind - he would be outliving everyone.

"Meh," he muttered. "At least I have enough time to do everything I want." With that, he apparated in the direction of the blocks.

From up close, the blocks were massive. And the mountain-cum-block tower in the middle was penetrating the clouds and even the source of the waterfalls was not visible. It clearly did not look natural.

Walking around the tower netted him in a gate to the inside, most probably going up. There were some scratches that could've been writings on the outside too.

"Omni interpretaro" he intoned. The translation spell took hold.

This spell was one of the most obvious examples of magic in his opinion. It had nothing to do with changing the rules of physics or apparent destruction. The spell translated everything that had a meaning. On top of that, translations were never wrong even if the original writing included accents.

He looked upon the principles of it later, and what he learned was nothing short of amazing. The spell made use of the intentions the writer had - it took them and dumped them in spell-caster's mind after sorting them. No matter how much time passed upon the time of writing - it could make someone read everything that had a meaning.

Hadrian shook himself of his academic thoughts. He found himself enjoying the mechanics of Magic more and more since his third year after the Patronus. He was still admonishing himself upon his choice of electives.

The writings came into his sight, and he started reading them. This was apparently the entrance to the Akar Kesh - the Temple of Balance of the Je'daii Order. He had no idea what it either of the terms meant, but he could feel the adventure gripping his soul. Making sure he missed nothing, he entered the tower.

Inside was nearly pitch black. Some lights were trying to turn on but it was obvious that power source was not enough to support it - not to mention the disrepair they were in.

"Lumos," Hadrian muttered.

A white blob of light illuminated the inside of the temple. The objects in sight looked fairly old, some even falling to so much deterioration it was impossible to divine their original shape.

There weren't many technological devices around - the entrance and the hall behind seemed to be kept quite spartan, although with how much nature took its course now, it was impossible to tell otherwise.

As he walked deeper Hadrian easily noticed the stairs, but there was no obvious lift mechanism. It seemed like whoever built the temple expected the arrivals either climb the stairs to the top or come with a flying vehicle.

The broomsticks would not carry him to that height and Hadrian had no desire to see whether he could fly or not. Even if he could not die, going splat from that height would definitely hurt.

That left the stairs as the obvious choice, and Hadrian started climbing. The steps were a bit smaller than what he was used to, probably to accommodate the smaller races. Nevertheless, it was a long climb.

On the top of the stairs was a room that was open to the outside - it probably doubled as a hangar, Hadrian speculated.

The lights were on, and the power situation seemed to be alright, which Hadrian was not expecting. He could feel the magic on nearly everything holding them together. Some of them even looked to be working on magic alone!

He wandered the empty halls with amazement. The building and everything around felt like they were from a science fiction movie, his innocent wonder was so much like his first time seeing Hogwarts.

Hadrian decided to check the main computer.

The interface was fairly easy to use and even with his lack of experience he quickly became proficient and started reading.

It seemed like this temple was one of the nine temples of the Je'daii Order, an Order made up of force sensitives, or magicals. This temple served as a place to debate philosophy and sometimes as a place of neutrality. There were no fights allowed inside.

The founding core of the Je'daii Order seemed to be based on the balance of light and dark - which the subscribers named of each themselves after the twin moons of Tython, Ashla for light side and Bogan for the dark side.

There where records of many debates on the subject, as well as teachings on balance which the Je'daii Masters usually gave after their meditation on the side of the main pool.

Hadrian decided to meditate near the pool as well - the small number of debates he read impressed him quite a lot. He left the console and kneeled near the pool.

Meditation was not something he did as a habit. His only experience with it came from his readings. He learnt that some of the rituals required an absolute emptiness, as well as the speculated improvement meditation, gave to a person's magic. He tried it a few times but couldn't get himself to relax. There was always something going on that demanded his attention, and with the threat of Voldemort always on the horizon he couldn't afford to waste any time.

He sat there and waited, slowly relaxing with the sounds of water. He felt like he was slowly shedding his sadness and the remaining tenseness he always had - he didn't know how much on a hair trigger he was before.

As his consciousness sank into a mix of deep sleep and absolutely clearness, he felt it. His magic, as well as the underlying magic of the universe. He could sense the light and dark slowly circling each other in his core - neither of them was battling for superiority. It stumped him for a moment, then, in a moment of absolute clarity, he knew this was what Heca meant by him being in balance.

That title changed him, just like how being Master of Death did.

The balance did not mean him not having any emotions or vice versa. He was in balance, his magic as well as his emotions.

His magic was as much capable of destruction and pain, as it was for creation and healing. He could use his magic to do anything if he already knew how to - his knowledge and experience was his only limits.

His emotions were similar to his magic - the strong emotions of his dark side was tempered by the absolute serenity of his light. He could feel the emotions, but he would never act on them without a clear mind.

He was actually amazed and not angry at the Heca for the change she made, of course, it could be the result of his affected emotional state, but he didn't think so.

It was not so much as changing what he felt as an overpowered and always active Occlumency. It did not protect his mind, instead, it protected his emotions.

He slowly changed his focus to the outside. The magic, Force, he corrected himself as it was what the locals called it, was devastated. The planet was infused with so much Force that it was nearly visible. This much Force required a balance - and the people on the planet was influencing it to their side. Any change, big or small affected and devastated the local area.

This was why the storms he saw in the distance never affected him.

He slowly rose from his position, and with a last glance to the serene environment, he apparated to his bedroom. The sun had already set and the darkness of the night was gradually claiming the planet.

Hadrian took a book on Arithmancy from his necklace and slowly sank into his bed...

He apparated back to the entrance of the Temple of Balance not long after the dawn of the new day.

The place he needed to go seemed like the Vur Tepe from the records he saw in the Temple of Balance.

In other words, he needed to go to the Forge.

The Temple of Balance was quite near where he entered the new world, but he couldn't trust it to be near anymore.

He took his broom from his necklaces - the next generation of Bolt series broomsticks, the Thunderbolt.

It was quite a fast broom, though not as nimble as the Firebolt.

He started flying to where he felt the Forge was, the Temple of Balance, unfortunately, did not contain any maps of Tython so he couldn't apparate directly to Forge.

"May as well," he muttered. "At least the view is nice."

While flying (and apparating long distances whenever he could), he noticed a peculiarity.

"Where are all the animals?" He wondered.

"They are afraid of your aura," Heca answered. "Since yesterday you let yourself loose and it shines very brightly to anything that could sense it, and everything on Tython is Force sensitive."

"Ah."

That would explain the relaxation he felt. Even back in Britain, he couldn't let all of his aura leak, first for not letting everyone know his power, then for avoiding detecting during Voldemort's rise.

He shook his head. "Well, who cares."

The deserts gave place to a lush forest, it gave place to empty plains which ocean was visible in the distance.

After the plains came a mountain range - red mountains with rust coloured ziggurat on top overlooking the whole mountain range. The Forge. The mountains seemed to extend to the distance and slowly became snow filled, but his business was in the Temple that was in front of him.

The ziggurat was massive with the top of the volcano entering its bottom. Smoke vents were visible everywhere with four massive chimneys on the roof. He could see an entrance on the ground, but thankfully the height of the hangar was not much.

Inside the hangar was quite similar to the previous temple - the lifts and the stairs led to the opening. It was obvious that the architecture style was the same even to his untrained eyes.

The main difference was the number of pipes and the sizes of the doors - it was clear that this place was meant to transport massive amounts inside.

Following the hangar, Hadrian found a central room that opened to many smaller rooms with a stair going downwards, presumably to the volcano.

The temperature of the building was not extreme considering there was an active volcano beneath, meaning the temperature regulators worked and the power was on.

Following one of the halls that had a sign said Archives, Hadrian entered a massive room with many servers visible with countless consoles attached. It was an impressive sight, to say the least. He could easily imagine hundreds of people filling the consoles.

He accessed the nearest console - the first thing he noticed was the substantial amount of resources inside the Forge compared to what some of the plans needed.

Searching around, he found what he needed fairly quickly a ship that could be piloted alone - although the said ship needed quite a bit of raw materials as well as an amount of... Force?

It was quite confusing.

Apparently, the Forge was able to take the inputted amount of Force and use it to strengthen the materials. Quite an interesting concept. The goblin made objects came to his mind.

Going back to the Forge computers, he started the construction - and curled upon a console to read new information.

When the construction was complete, Hadrian was much more of a learned man. The Forge contained the blueprints to nearly every technology he could imagine and the summaries on how they worked were enlightening even if they were not complete.

The next most interesting part was the temples themselves and why those places were chosen. The ships called Tho Yor apparently brought pilgrims from all over the galaxy for them to learn about the Force - and the ships parked in certain places. As time passed, the new inhabitants of Tython built temples on top of the ships as a way of remembering their roots.

The temples were such,

Akar Kesh, Temple of Balance. Anil Kesh, Temple of Science. Bodhi, Temple of the Arts. Mahara Kesh, The Temple of Healing. Kaleth, Temple of Knowledge. Padawan Kesh, Je'daii Academy. Stav Kesh, Temple of Martial Arts. Qigong Kesh, Temple of Force Skills. Vur Tepe, Forge.

Each contained every scrap of information Je'daii Order has on the subjects - even during the War of the Force (a battle between light and dark, hadn't that felt uncomfortably familiar), they were not touched.

His new plan at the moment was to take every piece of data and the so-called holocrons - that sounded quite similar to wizarding portraits - and learn as much as he could. At least until he felt himself understanding general subjects so that he wouldn't stand out as an outsider immediately.

With that said, he went to see his new home. A large U shaped ship with colossal engines on the back. Its weapons were nothing to scoff at either, the top and side weapons were some of the strongest ones in the database, with the energy cannon at the front being the main weapon of much larger ships.

Inside the ship contained a med-bay, a hangar bay, the cockpit and living quarters as well as a storage bay. Anything that was needed was easily reachable to the everyone in the cockpit, most importantly to the captain.

The ship's engines were a Force-based hyperdrive, in which he understood absolutely nothing about. The only thing he knew about them was that they could follow the Force-guided hyperlanes on top of the regular hyperlanes. The sunlight engines used Force to cool and accelerate, causing them to be very powerful but also somewhat unreliable if the captain was not Force sensitive.

Flying the ship was quite an adventure for him. Thankfully the ship was mostly automatic with only the needed parts required his attention. With the ship using the Force as a fuel source as much as it could, it was quite easy to learn how to fly. Soon he started dipping and rising around the mountain range.

With the ship, visiting the remaining temples and copying the data was much easier and faster. All said and done, everything didn't take more than a week - most of the time was wasted on finding the holocrons. For some reason, they were hidden around the temples.

Hadrian spent the following few months applying as many charms and inscribing every rube he could think of that could be remotely useful. The remaining time where he was either tired or bored was used on reading the available data and decorating his ship and mansion on the planet.

Although he was planning on leaving, he long decided this was going to be his homeworld during his travels - for the simple reason it was nigh impossible to access by non-Force-sensitives and even then it was quite hard to avoid Force storms.

Tython being Heca's main planet was a nice bonus.

After spending nearly a year on Tython, Hadrian was ready to leave and see the sights around the galaxy.