By Faith Tomoe Maxwell
Again, I do not own HP or TK. I am writing this out of pure enjoyment of both and the creative measure that is stuck in my head! It wants to come out and amazingly enough I'm going through multiple chapters in a few days, which is EXTREMELY rare for me. ^_^ Please enjoy and thank you my fans for enjoying everything and helping me along!
Oh and Lanari-san, thank you for the comments about the interesting prequels I write. I am a die-hard Twelve Kingdoms fanatic and absolutely adore the series. I guess I did and will continue to do the poetic verses both to organize my concepts for the coming chapters and as tribute to one of my ultimate favorite animes. I will try to keep my work consistent and within reason. ^_^
And now here it is;
The Storm of Shadows, Light of Two Worlds….Chapter 7:
*&*&*&*&*&*Western Side of the Ural Mountain Chain*&*&*&*&*&*&*&*
It was dark outside the small cave, cold and unforgiving. The mountainous path and air currents were thickened with snow that was slowly capping the high mountains. However, the warmth of the fire that the Shirei had crafted swarmed over the pair of kirin. Kira had Houki again wrapped into her soft winged embrace, barely visible in the cloud of white and black cheetah spots.
Opposite the flames was Taiki, laying a hand against Sanshi's foreleg like he had done whenever upset as a child. He was cuddling the large cat-breed paw again, his cheek bunched up somewhat. It made his angelic face look more childlike. Sanshi's smile, though still sad was warmer than any had seen it in a long time. Gohran had sniffed Taiki after the kirin had fallen asleep, rubbing his muzzle into his master's shoulder gently before moving to a rock not too far away. He bat away some dust from the bolder with his long red-tinted tail and positioned himself carefully over the group.
Hours later, just as the sky was becoming red with the rising of the sun; Gohran's ears twitched, his ruby eyes widening as he looked to the sky. Clouds had darkened the mountains with the falling of the snow but running along, closer to the ground to gain more speed was a form, white with golden mane—and a single horn placed perfectly upon the head, where gleaming familiar blue eyes glowed and met Gohran's.
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Black eyes, sharp and intelligent snarled as they took in the speeches made by the wizard who was brought about to the public in a chair that floated. Dumbledore was declaring to any Aurors from the International Wizarding gathering. The specialized teams were being briefed by the Headmaster of Hogwarts on what could be done with the demons and their reported captives.
Severus Snape couldn't take the talk of the use of the Unforgivable spells. It was disgusting that the wizards about him so disregarded life that they were willing to destroy the young muggle to find Harry. The muggle, he thought, looking at the paper work that Auror Delacour had given the Order's leaders.
Dumbledore had brushed the paperwork away only caring about young Harry Potter- his prodigal boy-who-lived. The raven-haired man however, was intrigued. Those creatures hadn't just come from thin air. When he had analyzed the memories of those closer to the fight, of course without the dimwitted Weasley couple even noting such use of magic, he'd realized they'd emerged from within the young man's shadows.
The muggle was young and physically his frame was, from what he recalled, fragile looking, almost ethereal. The documents told him much about the 18-year-old college student, Kaname Takasato. The teenager was in a study abroad program for just a year but the young male had multiple rumors running about in muggle society. Kaname had even been suspected of murder in one case. All the mystery and rumor occurred after as a boy, Kaname had disappeared and reappeared after turning 10. Snape frowned again. It was the same year that Harry was born. Did the two have a connection? One even Dumbledore had never planned or known of?
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"Lady Genkun…." A tall blonde haired woman decked in pink robes with soft eyes and a fanciful look to her nodded her head to the taller woman, a lady with dark almost blue hair pulled into an intricate style with flowers and golden pins, a leader by all accounts. The darker haired lady raised her white and gold fan closer to her face to hide her features, which danced with a contemplative look. The blonde was reminded of her own youthful times on the great housing structure and the amount of will that the woman before her could display—as well as just how much power the Lady Genkun had…
"Thank you for coming, Renrin," The older looking woman's bright eyes glowed with an undeniable ageless power. The Lady of the Nyosen turned, her smile soft as it met with a silvery gaze of someone she did not except.
"Lord Shinkun..."
TBC….
The night falls, gods and mortals clash, chaos upturning the world…The Storm of Shadows, Light of Two Worlds... Chapter 8.
