Disclaimer: My plot! Sadly not my characters. . .
A/N: read, enjoy, the first part of this story takes place right after Harry leaves his world and before he arrives in Tortall.
"blah"—parseltongue
Chaotic Magics. Book: 1.
Ch: 3. Ouroboros
Immediately after Harry left his world . . .
The woods he found himself in were old and alive with shadows, suddenly a light flickering ahead of him catching his wandering attention. The light he saw was coming from a cave, a deep cave that seemed to have no end. The darkness around him appeared to breathe as Harry was pulled into the yawning opening with no thought of fleeing that strange place.
Deep within the cave, a chamber was lit with torches and the walls glittered gold as Harry moved to stand in the center of the hollowed out room.
Too late, the boy noticed the giant snake biting it's own tail painted on the caves' floor. As he stared down at it, he saw the painting begin to pulse with power as the floor swelled up to form half of the serpent's body sticking up from the ground. Harry backed away quickly as the snake began to struggle to pull it's other half from the rock.
Half skeleton and half flesh and jeweled scales, the snake filled the suddenly small cave till it's thick sides brushed against the walls.
"So you are the Prophecy Child." Came the soft hiss of the looming creature.
"Who are you?" Harry asked in parseltongue cautiously, as he edged away from the monstrous creature.
"I am the Ouroboros, God of rebirth and the eternal circle."
"Why am I here?" questioned Harry.
"I have given your mate a second chance at life child; it is now your responsibility to find him and not allow his past to repeat itself."
"Is such a thing even possible?" Harry sighed.
Suddenly the God reared back, "Anything is possible foolish child! He is still magical and as such he will be used by those who want power."
Harry snarled at the God, "I did not say I would not find him! Nor that I would let such a fate happen to him again!" With a sigh Harry continued, "Just tell me how to find him."
The God tilted his head to the side and observed the young mortal for a moment, "I can show you, but you would have to become my Avatar."
"Figures, even a God cannot help a worthless mortal without asking something in exchange."
The snake god shifted restlessly before leaning close to the mortal's face, his head being about the same size as the human's entire body.
"I could always eat you and be done with it mortal."
With a sigh Harry bowed his head, "Very well Ouroboros."
Once again, the snakes body glowed as did Harry, and the entire God and his many coils of flesh and bone were pulled into Harry's body and the world went white.
Currently . . .
Far away from the realms of the Gods in the Lands of the Dragons, a small black blob with a strand of barbed metal twisted around it's head awakened with a stretch and a small yawn. As the little Darkling squirmed from his home in a large boulder, a flash of shifting light appeared, revealing a higher-level demon created from Chaos.
"Hello little one." Purred the humanoid creature, it's clothes shifting like living blood as it reached out to the Darkling.
The Darkling squeaked and tried to scramble away from the grinning creature.
"Ah-ah, little one I have a job for you." The creature crooned as it scooped up the shivering blob in a clawed hand.
Shifting forward the creature began whispering to the Darkling until it's small head was bobbing up and down in agreement with the creatures words.
"Now do you understand?" the small blob nodded excitedly, "Good; luck too you little one, and don't let the boy get killed."
And with that the blob vanished, soon followed by the grinning humanoid snake-creature that was half skeleton and half flesh.
"Boy! Get up! Lazy brat it's time to work!" A heavy thickset man called into the general ceiling area of his Inns stables. Slowly a ten year old boy crawled out from his small nest of rags in the loft, and with a stretch the unusually small child began his chores for the day never noticing the unusually dark shadow in the rafters that seemed to be watching him.
Completely unaware the fondling child called Riddle by his village, began his hard day of chores as the Inn keeper and his wife kept a close watch on the 'little thief' with his odd red eyes and even odder mannerisms.
A/N: Yay! I'm so proud of myself! Tee-hee!
And for those that asked this story takes place right after the Immortal War; so right after the Wild Mage series and awhile before the Protector of the Small books. Also for those that noticed the color change in Harry's eyes, that was on purpose, thank you for commenting on it though.
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