Viperis
The ten continued to walk on, one vibrating step after another, their cloaks swirling around their feet. They continued on, leaving no marks. The only signs being the curious stares that were left behind in their wake. Ten black shadows walking purposely forwards keeping to the same rhythmic pace, never pausing. Onwards, one step after the other continuing on, striding through the small town and then eventually exiting the town.
There was something about the ten that had on-lookers mystified and in awe. Even though you couldn't see them, one knew that they were standing tall with their heads held high. Something in the manner that they walked that spoke, regality, nobility, power, strength and that something else.
Soon, notepads mikes and camera's were out as journalists followed with the camera crew. Nothing was revealed and the ten continued on easily ignoring the press. They walked through the busy streets of London and eventually leaving the city centre and were walking through the suburbs, eventually making it to the country side. By this time the sun had set and risen again and yet the ten had no signs of slowing down.
On they went until they vanished, or simply they ventured into another world.
Like the people of the co called 'muggle' world the people of the 'magical' world were also awed and stumped by the ten cloaked figures that strode through the tiny village of Hogsmede. They continued on through ignoring the many stares and whispers that followed them. On they went to the end of the village and veered off to the left at the end of the village where a more forgotten lane existed, at the end of which was a boarded up shop. The centre figure raised their right limb and 'bam' a hole had been exploded into the front of the shop and the ten then followed through the hole, which closed up after them.
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Peter Sanchez, was a proud man, who liked to have order. It would always upset him if things went out of the planned schedule. Which was why he got rather annoyed dearly when an unexpected fire call came directly to his office, instead of his secretary, disrupting his planned time to meet with the muggle minister, thus ruining his schedule. He had a fine pleasant morning and he was right on schedule, and now his whole day was ruined. He had to apologise to the muggle minister and he was up half the night trying to reschedule the entire month. He poured his morning tea at precisely 6.22 in the morning as he recited the day's schedule. However, he was unable to concentrate, those blasted 'things'... he sighed and waved his hand to drop the schedule and he placed the cup onto the breakfast table in-front of him.
He was just getting over the shock of his busy schedule being disrupted, when the thing stepped though the flames and then the next until eventually there was a total of nine in the room with him and as he went to the door and a puff of grey smoke and a tenth cloaked thing was standing in his doorway preventing his escape.
Next thing he knew the ten figures had formed a circle around him and in a split second his door, windows, and fireplace were magically boarded and his portraits were blinded, defend, and frozen into place.
And then they dropped their hoods...
Peter sighed and ran a hand through his thick brown locks; well at least they were kind enough to give him a warning. He wondered briefly how the muggle minister would deal with the unexpected visit.
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In an empty room on a single stool sat an old man. This man was hunched over his focus on the task at hand. A piece of wood was in his right hand and a silver knife was in left as he carefully carved the wood. Every now and then he would pause in bring the wood close to his nose, smell it and finger it gently, spin it around once clockwise and then anti-clockwise, after which sometimes a small smile would form on his features and sometimes a frown and then he would continue on with his work.
He continued on like this for some time oblivious the outside world. He continued on to work on the piece of wood for many hours. Until, a knock on the door broke the man from his concentration. He got up and a genuine smile formed on the man's face as he saw the cloaked figure enter the room.
"It's about time you returned" the man spoke with sincerity.
The hooded figure dropped their cloak a smile presented on their features "Why it's nice to see you too, Olivander" the figure spoke amusement evident in their voice.
The man, now known to be Olivander, pointed his palm towards the entrance the figure came from smiling and his silver eyes gleaming "Shall we"
The figures emerald eyes sparkled "Of course"
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Thousands of years ago...all creatures lived in respect of each living style, no discrimination of any kind. It wasn't perfect and there were most definitely disagreements, but every creature was accepted. However, there was one creature that stood out. They were plentiful and proud creatures, that generally stuck to themselves. They were lithe, pale skinned, strong, fast, silent, intelligent and independent creatures. Known for their hunting talents, cousin to the Vampire, they were called the Viperis. The Viperis traits included their sharp claws, long hair, sharp glowing eyes, and giant magnificent wings.
Both being fearsome and beautiful was a dangerous combination. Those were the two things that created plenty of hostility. After time the fear and jealously took over and the Viperis were secluded and eventually hunted, the only creatures that stood by them were their cousins the Vampires, Werewolves, Goblins, and Centaurs, which really didn't help matters as they were really exclusive creatures that also kept to themselves.
The Viperis at first tried to ignore it and protect the weak, but it was useless. The attacks got worse and worse, until it got to the point where they turned into the feral wild creatures in order to protect themselves. The attacks became horrendous, viscous it came to the point that they told the other creatures to stay out otherwise they too would be hunted.
In the end only ten survived. Ten friends that had gone through many hardships together, knew each-other inside out. Ten strong fighters that would fight for their last breath and allow for them to survive and once more come together. For a bigger chance of survival they separated themselves to separate places all over the world. They decided to make a pact, that no-matter what they would eventually they would meet up again. To ensure this would happen they did a ritual that allowed them to be transported into ten random human souls and when the time was right they would be reunited.
Eventually they were reunited, thousands of years later, when the name Viperis was long forgotten, except for a loyal few.
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Please Review, what do you think? And who are the ten?
