"No, it's magic." Hadrian insisted.

"Sure, sure," Alyssa smiled at him somewhat condescendingly. "Its proper name and the name we call it is the Force."

Right now, they were at a cafe they came after they left the Undercity. As the Jedi order proclaimed somewhat of exclusivity of the Force, they sit to talk about what he did down in the Undercity.

When he answered what he did was magic, not Force, he was promptly informed that only those that did not know better used such a... backwater word.

If Hadrian didn't know about the arrogance of the Jedi, he definitely knew now.

"I think you need some magic in your life," Hadrian waggled his eyebrows at her in an attempt to defuse the atmosphere. "You'll see whether its called Magic or Force when you become one with it," he muttered under his breath. Whatever that meant exactly.

"They do become one with the Magic, actually," Morri piped into his thoughts. "Although not in the same way they expect. Whenever a magical die, their personal magic generated and held by their soul becomes part of the Magic - and their souls cross to their afterlife."

Does Heca correct them of their mistake, then?

"Oh yes," Heca cackled, "I teach them their wrongs ve~ry carefully."

Hadrian was disturbed by the images that filled his mind after that declaration. He decided then and there he wouldn't be angering her in the future. He would never refer the Magic as Force, even under the threat of torture.

Alyssa winked at his words. "Are you volunteering, perhaps?" She took a sip of her drink while she pondered what to exactly tell him. "The usage of Force is not exactly prohibited - there are some sensitives that were unfortunately not found out by the Order that teach themselves some tricks." She tapped the table and waited.

"But...?" Hadrian prompted.

"But, and this is very important, you will be monitored by the Order - this is not because of our want of exclusivity on the usage of Force. It is because we are the only ones in the galaxy that is known to use it. If and when a Force user does something, regardless of their affiliation with the Jedi Order the locals immediately think of us. You do understand why the monitoring is important, right?" She watches his expression with bated breath.

Hadrian looked back at her impassively. At least on the outside. Inside, he was cursing a storm - he did not expect to make such an amateur mistake. The knowledge he gleaned made it seem like there were nothing similar to Statue of Secrecy here, and he thought people wouldn't bat an eye on his use of magic. Waking up alone on a world that could only be inhabited by magicals did not help either, now that he thought about it.

Spending the year alone did not help either. He should've known spending a long time in a peaceful environment would make him get used to it.

"Did you already know I could use magic? You were not surprised when I stopped the grunts with it down there." Hadrian changed the topic to not make any rash decisions. From the knowing look on her face, she understood what he was trying to do.

"I wasn't exactly expecting you to use it there, but I did sense you beforehand. Although it's muted, you're like a bright star in the Force, you know." She focused on his face for a bit. "The face trick you did to hide it was quite interesting, too." She said offhandedly.

Hadrian froze.

This-I-How?!

He couldn't believe he was careless enough to let his aura free on a freaking city! Anyone could've felt it! His only saving grace was his Occlumency that muted it somewhat. The same Occlumency that was making sure he didn't twitch.

He didn't dare pull his aura back now - it would've been too suspicious, to say the least. He was pretty confident that would attract much more attention than he had on him now.

She noticed the Notice-Me-Not on his face too - but that was a given. He didn't expect it to hold against a magical.

He stopped to think about it.

Perhaps this was not as much of a disaster as it appeared to be. Sure, he now had the eyes of Jedi Order, but much of his time would be spent on Tython - a world they clearly didn't know about.

No, that was wishful thinking. He didn't know whether they knew about the Tython, but he knew it was not occupied now and there were no signs of civilizations that was on the world in recent history. Luna was scouring the planet looking for other clues, to see whether there were any other buildings. After all, nine temples couldn't be all it was.

He shook his head. Focus Hadrian, focus.

The attention of the Jedi Order was a double sided sword - it could help or hinder him. Having the political protection of such an Order would make his days go much smoother. On the other hand, he now needed to be careful of what Order would think. He first needed information about the Order's policies.

"What kind of acts are you talking about?" The abrupt return to the topic made Alyssa's state at him unfocused for a bit, but she returned quickly. "The usual. No slavery, no extortion and similar acts. Generally, don't be evil." She said with a shrug. "It is not something clearcut. We do not expect you to suddenly live by the Jedi Code after all."

"However," her eyes turned sharp. "If you do find any holocrons or records of Jedi, you will be expected to hand them over. It was a unanimous decision in the past that non-members are not allowed to learn. They are very dangerous to use without a grounding in the Code."

Strike one against me then, Hadrian thought. There was no chance that he was handing Tython or anything he found there.

Still, with the exception of the last part, it was not terrible - in fact, the reputation of the Order would be a big help to him. Of course, he would much rather there were no eyes on him, but he would take what he could.

Still, this at least meant no magically enhanced droids for near future - he would have to be content with normal droids.

"I understand," he tipped his head in her direction and stood up. "If there is nothing else...?"

"It's alright, you can leave. I held you enough anyway." She shook his outstretched hand. "The High Council or the Council of Coruscant may also want to talk to you in the future - you can expect a call from them."

"The High Council?" He asked.

"They are the Council that regulates the local Councils, and also called the Council of Ossum - where our main temple resides. Usually, the local councils preside over subjects like this, but since you're a traveller with no clear home they may send it up to the High Council."

"I understand," I nodded slightly. "Have a nice day."

"Goodbye to you too."

Hadrian was so deep into his thoughts, he didn't notice he reached his ship. He quickly boarded and had Luna take care of the getting the clearance for departure. A few minutes later, they were in space preparing for entering hyperspace.

"Harry," Luna's voice snapped him from his thoughts. "You seem... stressed," She stated gently.

It amused Hadrian. Stressed was one word he would use to describe his emotional state. There were others that were not as kind. He felt like he was close to freaking out - making this many mistakes on his just first trip into the wider galaxy didn't fill him with confidence for his future. Perhaps leaving this fast was a mistake?

"Yes," he muttered. "I don't need to hurry. I can afford to take it slow after all," he smiled somewhat self-deprecatingly.

Taking a deep breath, he sat down to meditate. If there was one thing he learned from the Je'daii Order, it was the benefit of meditation. Whenever he felt anxious or plagued by his emotions from his past, he meditates to relax.

Soon, he was deep into the relaxing embrace of Magic. The Magic always felt like a loving hug to him. It was exhilarating - he could easily imagine why magicals held non-magicals in contempt. Having the touch of magic on you somehow... changed your view of the Universe.

What could and couldn't be possible simple became a question of are you willing to pay the price. While non-magicals were shackled by the rules of the Universe, his only limitation was how much effort he wanted to spend.

He soon felt himself find his courage back. The doubts that filled his mind since the meeting with Jedi Master slowly cleared - and for the first time since then, he could say that everything's going to be alright.

The computer beeped to indicate that the ship has reached its given destination.

Just as he was about to rise from his meditation, he felt a soft pull towards the south of the Forge. Magic wanted to show him something - for the first time since it showed him the Forge.

Hadrian decided to rest before going to somewhere potentially dangerous and got an approving nudge from Magic.

After a nap at his home, he boarded his ship to follow where Magic led him.

He flew towards the continent the Forge was in, but instead of following the Ridge towards the Forge or going to the north to Temple of Science, he was going south. From his knowledge, there was nothing at the southern tip of the continent except unending plains and a desert.

He passed the plains. There was nothing of interest in them, at least visible to him. As he passed the plains, appropriately named Red Desert became all he could see.

An indentation, a bizarre shape appeared in his vision. He was rapidly nearing it. It got bigger and clearer in time - a pyramid that wouldn't look out of place beside the ones in Egypt was sitting bang in the middle of the desert.

"What is this?" He mused. "Luna, can you tell me how old this building is?"

"Of course, Hadrian. According to my preliminary scans, it is between 150.000 and 100.000 years old. For a more accurate result, I would need a sample and suitable equipment. "

Hadrian let out a whistle. "This thing is ancient!" From what he knew, the Je'daii Order was founded around 27.000 years ago - and left after 10.000 years because after the Force Wars the storms became unbearable to them. It should've been obvious then that they were doing something wrong if the planet was lashing out, he thought.

"Alright Luna, take us down. I will go take a look and bring you your sample," he ordered.

"Understood. Activating landing sequence. Hadrian, I am getting life signals from inside. You should be careful."

"You're telling me that there is someone else on Tython?!" He stared at her screen in shock. "I thought there was no one else here? Heca? What is going on?" He felt his blood chill. While he made his ward very strong, there were still some more he could add - he never expected them to be important as there were no sentients on the world.

A few of the more vicious intent wards perhaps? A Fidelius too, as a way to hide.

"Relax, Hadrian. There are no sentients on the world - the life signs you saw are from the Flesh Raiders. They are just rabid beasts that should be put down. They have enough intelligence to be able to use a few primitive tools, but that's it," Heca soothed his worries. He felt her aura embrace him as he relaxed. "Now go on, go see what is inside. It should be a nice puzzle for you at least."

Taking the cue from her words, he exited the ship and started walking around the sand coloured pyramid. It was nearly 200 meters tall, with blocks of stone raised at its sides. From what he could see, it was absolutely uniform with the exception of the entrance at the front, just somewhat buried in the sand. His ship cleared some of the sand in its descent. The bared surface of the pyramid showed no erosion. It was smooth as a finely cut glass.

Hadrian cast the translation charm on himself and entered the pyramid. The entrance opened to a dark tunnel that was going deeper and downwards into the pyramid. The walls of the tunnel were filled with writings that talked about the newly constructed Gate and how excited the authors to finally have a connection to the Sacred World.

He stopped before it became too dark inside and applied lighting charms all around the tunnel. The writings ended with a talk about returning home to hide from... Gods?

That couldn't be right. Although he had no real evidence, he was quite sure that Heca, Morri or any others wouldn't do anything to cause someone to hide from them. He wasn't sure if they were even able to do such a thing. So... it was something else.

The writer seemed to believe that they were Gods and their Gates got the Gods' attention.

He learned the name of the people who built this place - the Gree. Not a name he heard before, though if they were this old they may have already gone extinct.

Before he could read more, he started hearing some footsteps in the distance. He first decided to scout ahead and cast heat-hiding charm, silencing charm, odour-vanishing charm and night-vision charm - the basic four charms for scouting.

The disillusionment was handled by simply activating the third Hallow - the Invisibility Cloak, said to have the ability to hide its owner from even Death. He simply disappeared.

Hadrian countered the light charm.

He crept towards where the footsteps were coming from and saw the Flesh Raiders for the first time.

They were tall, nearly a head above him, with a bluish skin with a humanoid body structure. Their eyes were not in their skulls, instead, they were on the side of their head as an indentation, connected with a small bone structure from what he could tell.

Their clothes, or the lack of, were either from leather or leaves. Their weapons were nothing complicated too, just simple makeshift spears and daggers.

There were six of them he could see - a detection spell gave him another two behind the turn. They didn't seem to notice his existence, as they were simply walking around without any alertness.

Hadrian carefully took Gryffindor's Sword out - it wouldn't do to have nothing in his hand. With the lack of a wand, he could throw spells and use his sword at the same time.

He first threw an overpowered Reducto to the middle and jumped back. The red light hit the first Flesh Raider and it exploded in a shower of gore. Without giving the others any chance of respite and time to recover from their shock, he continued his barrage. Following cutting charms rid two of them from their heads.

To his surprise, they pulled themselves with surprising speed and quickly started searching for him. Thankfully, his charms were still in place.

He sent another Reducto together with a Bombarda to the ground and apparated from his position to the back of them. Another one of them fell to the reductor curse, but the Bombarda didn't do anything.

"Shit," he muttered. "The ground was made from a very strong material."

As a result of this, his new position was made aware of to Flesh Raiders - the crack of the apparition was like a beacon without the cover given by exploding ground.

He threw another reductor to the remaining two, but they simply dodged it and one of them started rushing towards his position. Their speed was much faster than what he was accustomed to - his normal enemies didn't move this fast.

The Raider reached him in few quick moments and swept its spear in a move to hit anywhere he could possibly be - he was still invisible to them.

Hadrian apparated to where the first corpses were and threw a Lumos Maxima, immediately followed by a Sectumsempra.

Not wanting to see whether it hit, he apparated back.

The dark cutting curse hit the Raider at its chest. It was bleeding profusely and was not in a shape to moving anymore. "Aaargh!" It started screaming and convulsing in pain.

Ignoring the clearly incapacitated one, he apparated to the back of the other Raider, immediately followed by another apparition to its front. It was a very smart move too, as the Flesh Raider hit its back the moment it heard the crack of the apparition. While it was turning, Hadrian slashed with his sword and left a cut in its chest.

He apparated back to see it falling to the basilisk venom. The injured one was on the ground struggling to get up. A Diffindo ended its misery.

The fight was somewhat therapeutic to him - it allowed him to get back into fighting mode.

He smiled at the results and vanished their remains as he continued inside.

At the end of the tunnel was a circular room with a dome that was lit up - it was clear to see this was where Raiders made their nest.

The room was mostly empty save for the arc in the middle, together with a console it was connected to. Hadrian slowly made his towards the arc after making sure there wasn't anything around with a detection spell - it wouldn't do to get caught in an ambush.

He slowly touched the arc. It was a smooth surface with no apparent electronics outside. There was nothing to indicate it was anything more than a decoration except the console it was attached to - a cube with a size of a hyperdrive engine.

The console was clearly not complete - there were open sections filled with cables and all sorts of stuff he had no idea about. Instead of touching and breaking something, he activated the console at the front and started reading.

After an hour later, he knew it was going to be a hard endeavour to repair the gate and he got working. There were many very rare and/or restricted material needed in the blueprints, together with something called durasteel that he had no idea about.

He briefly entertained the idea of casting a reparo, but let it go due to the risk. He still wasn't too clear on how these people incorporated magic into the technology.

With nothing else to do, he copied the required materials and apparated back to his ship. He had some research to do about this durasteel and Gree.