KrasieChikadee- i know Hogwarts is on Second Earth but being as it's my story things will be changed. And no offence taken. I know my spelling is horrid. I'll try to slow it down and I'm not very good with detail but, I will try! And please keep up the creative critizism! it's what every author needs!
LATMC- thanks! i liked the idea too and thought it would be fun! here's your update!
Extract from Journal #13
Explanations seem to take forever but they are, unfortunatly, vital for communtication purposes. I never thought having another Traveler on this territory would be so much trouble. I've lost a good night's sleep coming up with this stupid thing and I don't even have all the dumb ingredients! Not to mention the fact that I just spent a good hour and a half giving him the crash course 'What Every Traveler Needs To Know About Thrae 101.'
When Pendragon woke the next day, he couldn't remember where he was. AS he tried to stand up though, it all came back to him as he felt a wave of nausia from the tackle hit him. He sat still for a moment letting it pass and realized that he had a huge bruise along his arm and side above his waist. And it hurt like heck!
He sat for a moment on the bed looking around the room. It had brown stone walls and was very plain with only a bed, nightstand, and dresser as furniture. There were several candle holders on the walls around the room and all had candles in them but all looked new. Going to the window, he opened the curtains to reveal the large playing field he had seen dimmly last night. It was rather strange because there were three hoops about a hundred feet off the ground at each end and the stands seemed to be at about the same level. How on Earth, sorry, Thrae did they play? They must really have some strong players to get anything through those hoops and fans with really good eye sight to know what was going on.
Turning from the window, he dressed and walked down the stairs to the main room he had been in last night. The girl was still there at the desk and he wondered if she had gotten any sleep last night. She was writing furiously on... a piece of parchment? With... was that a quill? And was surrounded by many large books that were all open to different pages and she would occasionally flip several pages only to begin writing again. After watching her for a while, he cleared his throat and her head snapped up, icy blue eyes locking with his and seeming to look into his very soul. He shivered slightly. Those eyes seemed so familier and it didn't seem to come from a good memory, but he couldn't place exactly where he'd seen the like of these before.
Coughing nervously, he said, "You never did tell me your name."
"Didn't you read my note?"
"Yes."
"Then you should know my name." she snorted slightly and said, "And they call you the Lead Traveler. I thought you'd actually have some brains in your head."
"How was I supposed to know you were the one who sent that note?" he said defencivly. He didn't like this. Aja had said something like that when she had met him and he didn't want to deal with another Traveler like her.
"Process of elimination, Pendragon." she replied shortly
He decided to ignore this and, still feeling slightly like an idout, said, "So, Star. Where can I get something to eat?"
She took out that stick he had seen her flick at the centaur the other night and she waved it at one of the desk. Instantly a large Second Earth (supprisingly) breakfast appeared on the nearest desk. Pendragon looked at her with amazment on his face but she had gone back to what she was working on. He shrugged and sat down to eat.
After a few minutes of silence, she looked up, smiling triumphantly. He shivered again. That smile. Though it was warm, there was something oddly familiar about it too and again it wasn't a good thing.
"Done!" she said to no one inparticular.
"With what?" he asked
She looked over to him and shook her head saying, "I'll tell you later. First, I think I had better explain about this territory and it's problem."
He nodded and she began,
"This territory is a lot like Second Earth, which you might have noticed from the breakfast selection. And here's the main thing you need to understand: we have two worlds in one terriroy here." Pendragon looked very confused but let her continue. "One world is the one you are in now. The Wizarding World. Here all magic and fairy tale things exist and we are the only ones that know of both worlds. The other world is saddly lacking in the knowledge that we have and it is known as the Muggle World. The Muggles don't know of us and that is for the better because they would be afraid of us if they did know and would try to get rid of us like they did in the 13 to 18 hundreds. And end up killing none of us and many of their own in the process. So you see why we have laws against them finding about us?" Pendragon knodded slowly, letting this information sink in. "All of the major places where we meet such as this school are protected with a spell that keeps all muggles out of it. So we are safe here. Actually Hogwarts is considered to be the safest place. We often go into the Muggle world and just about all of us live among them so we do have to be carful."
"Now do you understand about Thrae at least a little bit?" Pendragon nodded and asked, "So what's the problem?"
"The problem, my dear Pendragon, is one word: Voldemort."
"What's that?"
"More like who's that. Voldemot is a wizard that rivals even St. Dane on the evil scale. And that's not all. The first time he tried to take over..."
"The first time!"
"Yes, Bobby, the first time. He was after a boy named Harry and his parents. They were in hiding and were betrayed by a close fried of theirs named Peter "Wormtail" Pettigrew. Voldemort came after them and he killed Harry's father, James. His mother, Lily, sacrificed herself trying to save Harry. Fortunatly love seems to have a greater power then any magic in the world and when Voldemort tried to kill Harry, the spell was thrown back at him and it ended up destroying his body. Harry was left unhurt but for a lightning bolt scar on his head. Voldemort was a lone spirit hiding in a forest for the next 15 years. But he again took physical form about two years ago and the threat of an attack has been hanging over the Wizarding World since then."
"Okay, so how do we stop this guy? He sounds pretty bad."
"He is and we can't stop him."
"Then is Thrae a lost cause?" asked Pendragon shocked.
"Hardly. There is still a slim chance that he may still be stopped."
"But I thought you said that we couldn't stop him."
"Yes. WE can't. But there is someone who can. Can you guess?"
"This Harry kid?"
"Exactly. According to a prophecy that was made before he was born, he and the Dark Lord will have a final battle and either one or the other will be killed. Oviously we want Harry to win. If he doesn't, well there really isn't any hope. No wizard alive today is powerful enought to stop him besides Harry. Not even Dumbledore. And that's saying something."
Pendragon let out a low whisle. "That's quit a burden for someone. Waiting for that battle then it's kill or be killed and if you're killed the rest of the world will be plunged into darkness? Sheesh."
Star nodded, "I know. But he's a wonderful person and very strong. And he's got his friends to support him. So I'm not too worried about him going insane or something. He does really well considering. Anyway's, it's time you became a wizard, Bobby Pendragon."
"Time I became a what!"
