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SUMMARY: THIS IS AN OOC STORY. It has been done a thousand times before, so why not one more time? Harry accidently discovers a sinister plot that has mapped out everything about his future, his past and his present. Now, he must fight against everything he believes in and has been taught, to embrace his destiny. In the prcess he discovers, new friends, magic and a chance to finally have the life he's always wanted. All he has to do is destroy Voldemort and kill the puppeteer controlling the strings of his life, and to finally understand; it's always for the greater good!
NOW THE PLOTS ARE ALL MINE; AND THE CHARACTERS BELONG TO AUTHOR J. K. ROWLING, PUBLISHER BLOOMSBURY PUBLISHING (UK), ARTHUR BOOKS (US) AND THE DISTRIBUTORS WARNER BROS. THE REST OF THE STORY AND CHAPTERS BELONG SOLELY TO ME 'SAHIBA'.
This story is rated M. Please Enjoy.
Key For this Chapter:
Harry's thoughts
Lia's thoughts
Flame Familiar's thoughts
'One's own thoughts!' - Human
'One's own thoughts!' - Flame Familiars
Warning: A little insight on Lia's relationship with her father and Mother. And why she calls her flame familiars with the help of Birthstones.
Chapter Eleven
Of Black's and Birthstones
Ry woke to the soft sounds of his companion breathing besides him, smiling softly as he remembered her warmth and the blanket of fire she'd provided as she viewed his memory. A memory that he has buried deep inside himself, one if the deities had cursed him to keep deep into his heart, stored with his darkest memories, remained hidden.
Slipping out of bed, as gently as he could, he walked to the Living Room, ordered in some Breakfast, and stepped out onto the Balcony. Ry remembered waking up, in the middle of the night to use the restroom, when he'd seen Lia sleeping uncomfortably in a sweater and woolen bottoms, sweating at the warmth.
Feeling particularly mischievous, he'd switched her clothes with his Laundry Quidditch Jersey, while Lily had shot him a sardonic smirk.
What? I like the colors on her, it suits her, Red and Gold, brings out her Features doesn't it?
If you believe so, Master.
Cheeky sod.
I thought you believed I was a petite five Year old GIRL!
Fine… Cheeky brat.
Lily had giggled; shocking Ry stupid, and had laughed some more had his gob smacked look.
If it pleases you, may we rest? I'll have to return to My Mistress, I need to regain some Energy.
Go. Are you okay? Hurry? Hurry!
Ry had panicked as he noticed the flame's diminished glow, and had paused as Lily nudged him, her snout at his leg.
I'm alright Prince Ry; do not panic. I can fight in this condition, but as we are not on a battlefield, I would use the time to recharge, as they say. To Protect My Mistress at my Best.
Oh… okay. You can go then, I'm okay. Thank you, for keeping the pain away.
It was an honor, Prince Ry.
Ry stilled as he felt a pair of arms pull him back into a hug. "Lia… Good Morning", he greeted the brunette who was currently snuggling into his back. "Mornings are really not your favorite part of the day, is it?" he teased. "Mowrng", Lia mumbled, moving closer, and trying to gather as much warmth as she could. Ry stood still a soft smile on his face, as he greeted the sun's warm rays and felt the cool wind caress his cheek. Pulling on Lia's arms circled around his waist, he warmed her frigid arms, as she burrowed her head on his shoulder Blades. "Why are you awake so early?" she murmured.
Ry grinned at her petulant tone, "I've always liked Mornings, and I'm used to it, waking up early, that is. My Biological clock is wired that way", he answered. Ry smirked as he could practically imagine Lia pouting, "You're a lot like Sirius, he loathed Mornings as well", Ry spoke softly.
Lia lifted her head, and moved around him, still snuggling into his warmth, Ry suppressed the urge to snicker at her childish behavior, and he found it oddly adorable. "What was he like?" she asked.
Ry smiled pulling her into a hug, as he sat on the lounge chair. "Hmm, let's see", he whispered softly, "I'd only known him for a short while, but he was the kind of person who left an impression on someone. He wasn't as ignorant as many people believed. Although he often pretended to be completely unaware of the horrors of the world, he knew exactly how uncaring and how unkind the people walking its surface were", he said.
Ry bit his lip. "In fact, he was almost painfully aware of these facts. How could he not be with the family he had? They were among the worst kind. The true filth of the earth disguised by silk sheets and pretty ribbons. It was thanks to his family that he knew the world was cold and cruel, and it took more than a pure heart and kind smile to ensure survival or happiness. Because of them he realized that it is not the good who always win, but the strongest. Whether they are pure of heart or darker than the apocalypse, only those with a certain amount of power are among the last ones standing, that's the impression he gave everyone at school before he was friends with my dad. Remus told me, that Sirius had been as cold as ice", he described.
"I wanted to believe he was different, so I asked everyone, and everyone had a different view. But then, that's human nature isn't it. We only show a part of ourselves to different people, we offer only a sliver of our true selves. To a stranger we would be as cold as ice", he murmured softly. Lia nodded against his chest in agreement. Staying silent.
"It wasn't like he would waste his time helping old ladies cross the street, he did not protect fellow students from bullying and he did not spend his money on charities. Because he firmly believed none of it made a difference. In the end, everyone paid a price. And those who least deserved it, often paid the most", Ry started again; explaining it from his own perceptions.
"No, Sirius Black did not consider himself a hero or a saint. But he did not think himself wicked either. He'd never tried to conquer the world for one, he'd never killed another person or animal, he didn't intentionally hurt someone just because he could. He might not be a hero, but he wasn't part of the filth of earth either. Not because he just wasn't, but because he didn't want to be. He actually tried not to be. It was difficult at times. The rejection and mental abuse he suffered at home and the sometimes unfriendly comments from his classmates and fellow sixth years made it exceptionally hard to keep away from the darkness", he enlightened
"So if he had to choose then, yes, Sirius Black would fit more in the category 'evil' than 'pure of heart'. But since he didn't believe in either terms he wasn't worried about his behavior or personality. He believed in humanity; the fact that every person was born with a dark side and a good side. The two sides grow separately depending on the personality and life of a person", Ry laughed, "He was pretty straight forward which is ironic as he changed into a walking contradiction after that", he sniggered.
"McGonagall described him as—'Black was a tall, well-built, darkly handsome man with fair skin, long, lustrous black hair, striking grey eyes, and an air of "casual elegance"' To which I still remember Siri going, 'Oh! Bless my soul Professor, didn't know you saw me that way!' I don't think I'd laughed that hard ever, it was also the first time I'd seen McGonagall blush", he snickered.
Lia giggled, "He was a womanizer", and she laughed again.
Ry chuckled, "Aye, he was, but there's so much more than just a charmer", he spoke up, but was interrupted as the doorbell rung. Lifting Lia, he placed the brunette on to the lounge-chair gently and whispered, "Be right back", and tucked a stray curl behind her ear.
Jogging to the door, he grinned, "Hey there, Maria, right?" he greeted the maid that had served them coffee and had cookies with them. "It's Marie", she corrected politely. "Good Morning, sir", she wished him, and rolled the cart that had their breakfast on it.
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Ry looked up as he felt Lia's presence and smiled, he didn't notice Marie's intense blush as she took in Lia's appearance; The Flame Princess stood barefoot in a red and Gold Jersey with the words 'Potter' on its back.
The jersey reached Mid-thigh and shifted, showing off her curves, outlining her body. The Princess had clutched up her hair messily on top of her head, a few tendrils escaped, and framed her features charmingly.
Marie's eyes widened as Ry pulled the young woman into his arms, murmuring softly, and as if an answer she shrugged carelessly mumbling something and pouting. The jersey slipped off of her left shoulder and allowed Marie a clear view of soft creamy skin, as it lay bare.
Marie placed the tea and coffee in two independent saucers and as she handed the young man his tea, she spotted two rings on his hands, one silver Ringer with an odd insignia inscribed within the Ring, sat on his forefinger of his right hand, and a Platinum Ring sat on his ring-finger, of his left hand, it had an engraved Celtic knot in circling it.
Handing the slightly sleepy brunette her coffee, she spied, a similar ring with the same insignia on her right hand, the ring was decidedly more feminine, with a few diamonds sparkling on its edges, and a Platinum Celtic engraved Wedding Ring with a diamonds around it. There were two Red stones in the center cut a bit like shaped heart, as it was put together.
Marie looked down and busied her hands with preparing a plate of cheese sandwiches, as she moved to the kitchen to toast the bread.
Thinking to her-self as she recalled the Celtic knot design on both rings; judging by the ancient design it looked like it was owned by an ancestor. To wear a ring possessed by his mother or grandmother, she must love him a lot.
The whole hotel was in an uproar.
The Potter's were really rich, and going by the bill they'd made in two nights, ordering food from two of the most expensive restaurants in England never mind the Hotel, that catered the business itself.
Then there was the other thing; they never left their room, and going by the gossip the bellhop and the server boy had left, they were never more than a hairs breadth away from each other, the two were all lovey-dovey on the couch yesterday, whether at Breakfast or Lunch, even though they were probably just talking or making out, but there was a subtle understanding that existed, they were friends.
Best friends, by the looks of it. It must be lovely to marry your closest friend.
They were eighteen, they must have married right out of school, but that wasn't the odd thing, people got married early if they loved each (though most couples usually ended in divorce), with these two, it felt like a stronger bond held them together. And they were both oddly too mature for words, that was an inexplicable adulthood around them.
Plating the cheese and tomato sandwiches, she smiled at the quiet words exchanged, the soft laughter and the sweet understanding smiles.
As she served them their breakfast, and was wrestled into the chair by the young golden-eyed brunette, and fed her sandwiches back, while they sniggered and made her a cup of coffee, Marie smiled.
For when she left them she sighed softly. There lay a connection deep-rooted within the pair, like they were destined for each other.
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Ry grinned at Lia, "So where was I?" he asked. Lia smirked, "You were defending dad's womanizing ways", and she giggled softly. Ry chuckled, "Well, he may have had that charm, but it was a part of his elegant Black upbringing", he chuckled weakly.
"Sirius was intelligent, handsome, charming, and witty. He was also a powerful and talented wizard who apparently acquired considerable magical knowledge. While at Hogwarts, when he and dad discovered that Remus Lupin was a Werewolf, they did not shun him as others would have. Instead, they supported him by secretly learning to become Animagi, an extremely difficult feat, even with proper training. Sirius helped create the Marauder's Map, a powerful magical document that shows every person within the school and their specific location", he paused and let that sink in, as he took a sip of his tea.
"Sirius was loyal, and he was close friends to mum and dad, and to Remus Lupin, and also Peter Pettigrew, who later betrayed him", Ry scowled and at Lia's squeeze on his arm, he shook his head, pulling away from sad memories.
"Contrary to his passionate, impulsive nature, Sirius possessed superb mental control. The fact that he was able to completely resist the psychological effects of the dementors for so many years suggests that he had an unusually strong sense of self, and thus was capable of withstanding long periods of emotional torture and despair", Ry hummed in thought.
"Then again he was amazing; he seemed to have some traits related to his Animagus form of a dog. Such examples are when dad pointed Snape out in Snape's Memory (A long story I'll explain later, someday) and Sirius looked a lot like dog a 'perfectly still like a dog smelling a rabbit.' The most referenced of these traits is his 'bark-like laugh' as it was described nearly every time it was heard", he remembered.
Suddenly laughing he remembered something and pulled Lia into a memory.
Ry sat in front of Sirius, "Can you stay in an Animagus form, I mean like would you be happy if you got stuck as a dog for eternity?" he asked worriedly. Sirius laughed the sound loud and a lot like a dog or wolf barking.
Lia giggled at the sound.
"Normally, I have a very sweet disposition as a dog; in fact, more than once, James suggested I make the change permanent. The tail, I could live with, but the fleas...they're murder", Sirius answered. Ry sniggered, "They might be magical spells for that" he teased.
Sirius ruffled his hair, "True, but let's stay human for now, eh?!" he snarked. Ry laughed.
Lia laughed, "Were you trying to permanently change him into a dog?" she teased. Ry flushed, "I was just curious", he huffed.
Lia laughed, "So he had a sense of humor. Was my dad smart, I mean I reckon he was, but what other skills did… he have?" she amended softly.
"Your dad was really intelligent and strong in Animagus: Sirius was able to become an Animagus at the early age of fifteen, assuming the shape of a large black dog, like the Grim. As he was unregistered, he was able to take advantage of this ability to elude his Ministry captors", pausing he continued after a beat.
"In Transfiguration: Sirius, along with Remus Lupin, could perform human transfiguration on Peter Pettigrew, forcing him out of his Animagus form. He could do Non-verbal magic: Sirius was able to perform human transfiguration and defensive spells non-verbally", sipping the leftover tea, he swallowed and paused recalling a few others.
"Dueling: Sirius dueled with Lucius Malfoy and Antonin Dolohov. He was also able to hold his own against his cousin, Bellatrix Lestrange, who was Voldemort's most powerful Death Eater. Sirius was also infused physical combat into his dueling style, such as when he rammed Dolohov with his shoulder and punched Malfoy in the face. Oh and Healing spells: Sirius healed an injury from Wartcap Powder as soon as he received it", he listed of Sirius talents as he knew them.
Lia laughed, "That makes sense!" she cheered.
Ry turned to her in confusion, "Huh?!" he asked.
Lia grinned, "When my flames came to me, I was still only young. In fact I was the youngest Heliopath to come into my flames. And a half-breed at that", she laughed happily. Ry watched her; it looked like a heavy weight had lifted off of her shoulders.
"What do you mean?" he asked.
Lia smiled brightly, "I came into my powers with Leo my first Flame Familiar. Leo's a Kitsune, known as a Fire Fox Spirit; he has the ability to transform from a Flame to a Real Fox. The other two don't have that ability. Think about it, dad was an Animagus at 15… I was a Flame Caster to a powerful Flame at ten. That's really early in a Heliopath's ability scale", she stressed.
"Then when I was a year older, I mastered the ability to cast Runes without actually saying them out loud. Dad was able to use spells non-verbally. And I've always infused hand to hand combat in my fighting style. That's why I have a dagger and a sword on me at all times. I inherited the intelligence and fighting style from my father. I knew I was right", she crowed victoriously.
Ry frowned curiously, "Right about what?" he asked.
Lia grinned, "When I was twelve, one of my more annoying professors told me I was an odd fighter, effective but disgraceful. I should have inherited my mother's ability yet I seemed to mock the ways of Helia and was rather wild and rambunctious", she said.
"The Teacher scolded me for awhile and I lost my temper, so I yelled, 'I may not be like my mother, but that's because I'm probably a lot more like my Father' I then quite dramatically thumped my chest and yelled, 'I'm DAMN PROUD TO BE MY FATHER'S DAUGHTER!' I was put under a solitary confinement for three days; it would have been for thirty days, if I wasn't The Crown Princess. And when mom found out she was pissed. It's still a bit unclear who she was angry at more; me, the teacher or the Guards that had me put into confinement", she explained laughing weakly.
"Confinement? Why!" Ry cried out angrily.
"As a Heliopath I was considered a disgrace. The Priests of Helia, don't particularly like humans, and well any creature beyond Helia, is looked upon with revulsion so, when someone states something like being proud of one's human heritage, one is likely to be punished", she explained and then shrugged, "It's the Law. How can I rule a world, if I can't abide by the Laws?" she asked.
"That's why you accepted the Solitary Confinement? Because it was a Law" he asked. "That's barbaric!" he snapped.
Lia sighed, "What was your relationship to my father?" she asked changing the subject. Ry huffed, but conceded defeat for now, silently promising to go back to the topic once he was done.
"He loved me like a favorite nephew; he was like a Big Brother. Come to think of it, he was less like an Uncle more like a Big Brother. Remus did a pretty could job being the Uncle, I'd rather have had. I was happy having Sirius as a connection to my parents, I didn't care if he was my brother, sister, Uncle, Aunt. I was happy he was there", Ry sighed.
Lia snuggled closer, "Thank you Ry. If he hadn't met you, I think my dad wouldn't have died in peace. He saved your life, and I think that made him happy. I'm glad he met you", she smiled softly.
Ry smiled, and placed a kiss on her brow, "Thank You. That means a lot", he thanked her gracefully. Ry smiled, he had matured a lot in the past two months, somehow thanks to Dumbledore he'd actually grown up.
The thought left him in a fit of giggles, it shocked Lia so she sat up, "What the—?" she trailed off in alarm.
Ry quickly explained through a series of guffaws and giggles about his last thought. He set of in to another peal of laughter, as Lia shivered, features contorting in revulsion, "God… that's a really depressing thought", and another full body shudder wracked her frame.
"Forget depressing to think that is disturbing", she cringed. "No more tea for you", she said, and took the cup away from him.
Ry shook violently with suppressed laughter, "No. Not my tea, I'll be good—no more—bad thoughts — I promise!" he laughed between each few words.
Laughing against each other they greeted Marie and invited her to have breakfast with them, teasing each other, as they ate grilled Tomato and Cheese sandwiches. Ry teasing her, "Oh so, this you can eat all toasty and melty, but you can't eat Raw Tomatoes?!"
Lia poked her tongue out, "Raw tomatoes are for skinny models, I'm a warrior!" she crowed.
To which, much to Marie's amusement, Ry had wrestled a raw tomato out of the salad bowl and tried to feed it to Lia, who had squealed and had avoided the red fruit, as if it were a poisonous creature, twisting and turning desperately trying to escape Ry's evil clutches.
Thirty minutes later, as Marie bid her goodbyes, and as the two waved goodbye, they turned to each other and smirked, "Play time's over", Lia began and Ry sighed, "Yeah", he breathed.
Lia breathed deeply, "I think we should get ready first, you know shower, coffee, bath, coffee, clothes, coffee", Lia listed. Ry chuckled, and "I can see where your priorities lie", he teased. Lia poked her tongue out at him, "Shut Up", she hissed.
They separated, and turned to the respective bags, and grabbing some clothes, waltzed to the bathrooms, to get ready for the day.
Oddly enough they finished together and walked out almost similarly dressed. Lia wearing a Turquoise Turtleneck Sweater, and Dark midnight Jeans; they were skin tight and fit to her skin like leggings (A/N: Fashion has no time line), her feet bare and hair dripping wet.
Ry smirked at her, "Whoa, we match. I know you're a telepath, but that's ridiculous I never knew you were so into me, to actually dress like me. Are you trying to seduce me subtly?" he teased.
Lia threw her wet towel at him, using the time to compose her features as the towel hit him square on the face.
"Who's to say you weren't trying to imitate me. Were you trying to get closer, using a disguised sort of subtle Potter Charming technique?" she tossed back.
Ry laughed, "As if", he retorted, turning around to hide his blush.
Unaware of Lia watching him carefully, taking in his attire. Ry wore a Blue Sweatshirt with a Light Greenish-Gold embossed design of a Chinese Dragon on its back. His Jeans were dark blue and green and he too stood barefoot, with his hair wet, raked back in sharp spikes on top of his head, in a wayward mannerism.
Lia coughed, "I wonder we should sit outside? Or do you want to go down into the courtyard?" she asked. Ry smiled, "Yeah, I saw their Rose Garden, we could go there?" he suggested.
Lia nodded, they packed a few of the more priceless items and stored them into Ry's trunk, which he'd re-shrunk using non-verbal wandless magic.
Together they made their way to Nostradamus' Rose Garden. Ry grinned at the garden, it was beautiful, and most of the plants were English Roses varying in colors of White, Pink and Red. Plucking a Pink Rose, he teasingly placed it Lia's hair, tucking it securely behind her ear.
Lia flushed, "Idiot", she muttered as she accepted the rose. Pulling away slightly Ry placed a chaste kiss on her right cheek, "For you, always", he joked. Lia laughed softly, "Promise?" she asked. Ry nodded seriously, eyes dancing with mirth.
They walked quietly, on a stone pathway made up of broken pieces of White Marble, in silence each contemplating how to go about starting the conversation. Ry exhaled, "I've—" pausing he turned to Lia, "I've got two questions—"
"Just two? I was expecting a riot of 'em", Lia interjected sarcastically. The tone slightly dead.
Ry laughed nervously, "Well these two are my main ones", he coughed weakly. Lia nodded, "Okay", she agreed, "I'll answer, anything you want. You have my word", she promised.
Ry sighed, "I guess, that would be enough…" he sighed.
Clearing his thought he started, "When you call your familiars, you always start with the name of the familiar you call, and add a gemstone to it. The first was Amethyst, and the second time it was Emerald. Why?" he asked.
Lia blinked, "Oh… well wasn't expecting that question at all. Birthstones are well the gemstones I use", she started. Ry guided towards a bench, and they sat on the bench, beneath a tall Oak tree.
"A birthstone is associated with various qualities that symbolize the month of birth in The Gregorian Calendar", she started, her voice soft as she explained.
"There's a poem that signifies the meaning or well quality associated with the person born on a particular month is explained", she said. "It goes something like this", she elaborated.
"Accordingly; By her who in this month (January) is born No gem saves Garnets should be worn; They willensure herconstancy, True friendship and fidelity. The February-born shall find sincerity and peace of mind, Freedom from Passion and from care, If they an Amethyst will wear. Who in this world of ours their eyes In March first open shall be wise, In Days of peril firm and brave. And wear a Bloodstone to their grave. She who from April dates her years, Diamonds shall wear, lest bitter tears For Vain repentance flow; this stone, Emblem of innocence is known. Who first beholds the light of day In spring's sweet flowery of month of May And wears an Emerald all her life shall be a loved and happy wife", pausing to take a break she continued her song.
"Who comes with summer to this earth, And owes to June her hour of birth, With ring of Agate on her hand Can Health, wealth, and long life command. The glowing Ruby shall adorn, Those who in July are born; Then they will be exempt and free From love's doubts and anxiety. Wear a Sardonyx or for thee, No conjugal felicity; The August-born without this stone, 'Tis said, must live unloved and lone—", she paused.
"—that's a bit harsh don't you think?" Ry interjected.
Lia smiled, "It's only a poem", she shrugged and continue, "—A maiden born when September leaves Are rustling in September's breeze, A Sapphire on her brow should bind 'Twill cure diseases of the mind. October's child is born for woe, And Life's vicissitudes must know, But lay a Fire-Opal on her breast, And hope will lull those woes to rest. Who first comes to this world below With dear November's fog and snow, Should prize the Topaz' amber hue, Emblem of friends and lover's true. If cold December gave you birth, The month of snow, and ice and mirth, Place on your hand a Turquoise blue; Success will bless whate'er you do, she finished.
Ry blinked, "Wow! That was beautiful", he praised. Lia blushed, "Thanks", she accepted the praise humbly, still oddly wary of the second question.
Ry bit his lip in wonder, "So, each stone has a property, a feature to it right? I used The Emerald and Rubies after reading a book on Runes, and realized if I created a barrier around that tree, it would mask my magical energy, allowing me enough time to form a plan, and watch over the few friends I had left. It seemed like a good idea at the time", he mumbled.
Lia nodded, "Exactly. Emerald is a protection stone and it aids in success and prosperity, and Ruby is also known as the stone of courage, and legend tells us that a person possessing a ruby can walk through life without fear of evil or misfortune. Which is why both of them allowed you a protection seal, and acted a bit like a Guarding Barrier, The Tree Spirits, helped as you formed the contract, as well", she agreed.
"I use the magical properties associated with various Birthstones, to enhance the power of my flame. This allows me, to make a flame strong without taxing my Flame Familiar. The Familiar's feed on my energy, if I'm weak, they'll be weaker, I can't always give them the energy they require. Which is where the gemstones come into the picture", she elaborated.
Ry nodded in understanding, "Can use any Gemstone? Or are there only a few you can call upon?" he asked.
Lia bit her lip, "Well up until now, I've only called upon the gemstones that have a significant connection to me. My mother was born in February, and more out of an emotional connection I've called upon the powers of Amethyst. Similarly, my parents met in the month of May, so, I call upon Emerald. I've always liked those two above all else. I was born in, July. We share the same birthday, except I was born a year later, I manipulate Rubies very well", she grinned, poking out a tongue at Ry who blushed recalling Ruby as his birthstone and recognizing the double-entreadre it was spoken as.
I was also conceived in October so, Fire-Opal works well, which going by the fact oddly works brilliantly considering I'm a Flame Caster", she murmured absent-mindedly.
"Hang on if you were conceived in October, shouldn't you have been born in August?" he asked.
Lia raised a brow in exasperation, "People are pre-maturely born", she drawled laconically. "Idiot", she muttered at his flush that returned full force, at her dry admonishment.
"Anyway, I can use Topaz as well, Dad was a Scorpio", she finished simply. (A/N: Read After end)
Ry smiled endearingly, and tousled her hair playfully. "Oi!" Lia squirmed away from him, grooming herself furiously, and fixing her stray curls that now sat messily on her head.
Ry hummed, "Do you only use it to enhance the power of your flame?" he asked.
Lia hummed, "Hmm… Not particularly no, I can use them when I'm casting runes", she replied slowly almost in a daze. Shaking her head, she looked up, "I guess I can incorporate it in a spell, if I tried to, that is", she mumbled mostly to herself.
Ry nodded, "Well, that answers that, now, here's the particularly nasty question I know is going to be somewhat difficult to answer", he said.
Lia nodded warily, practically aware of the question, she exhaled and sat down ramrod straight, "Yeah?" her voice croaked as she waited somewhat apprehensively.
Ry breathed in, "Where are you from, Li? It's not England, and it doesn't feel like you're even from around here…" he trailed off.
Lia bit her lip understanding the term better, and the wary question that followed it, even if it was unsaid.
"I was afraid you were gonna ask that", she muttered weakly. Swallowing she looked him in the eye.
"I was born in the Realm of Helia in Time", she answered.
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Author's Note
Emeraude
Emerald is a stone of love and romance. It brings and enhances joy, cleansing, clairvoyance, memory, and faith. It also benefits intuition and communication, and promotes truthfulness. Emerald is associated with the heart chakra. The emerald is the sacred stone of the goddess Venus. It was thought to preserve love. The emerald has long been the symbol of hope. It is considered by many to be the stone of prophecy. For some the emerald acts as a tranquilizer for a troubled mind. The emerald is said to bring the wearer reason and wisdom.
Healing Properties: Emeralds are known to heal both the physical heart as well as emotional love. A powerful high energy stone, the emerald strengthens the eyes, heart, immune and nervous systems.
The power of the Emerald is highest at the full moon. Some cultures thought the emerald would heal any disease of the eye. The emerald would be placed in a container of water overnight and the water would be poured on the eyes the next day.
Emerald is a stone of great harmony, wisdom and love. Giving your lover an Emerald will bring the lover closer if the giver's motives are pure love. The Emerald can be a bridge between 2 people. The Emerald vibrates with love.
Magical Properties: Energy: Receptive Element: Earth Powers: Love, money, mental powers, protection, exorcism, eyesight Deities: Diana/Artemis, Venus Emerald is known as a tonic for the body as it aids in alignment of all the bodies. Extremely balancing for anyone seeking the truth. Emeralds are said to ward of negativity and to strengthen spiritual insight, and when used as a scrying stone can also foretell the future.
If you would like to bring love into your life, purchase an emerald, charge it with your magical need through visualization, perhaps by using a green candle as well. After the ritual wear or carry the stone somewhere near your heart, but do it in such a way that it can not be seen by others.
Emeralds have been used in spells and rituals for business to promote sales and increase public awareness of the firm. For best results for any magic use, as told and recorded by old magicians, the emerald is best set in silver or copper. An emerald set in a sterling silver ring, for one example is definitely an eye catching piece of jewelry, but the stone married with the metal will also help sensitize the wearer to intuitive ideas and psychic aid, particularly in the field of creative arts.
It is also of use to those who wish to learn secrets and to penetrate the future. It prevents storms and drives away malicious intent.
Talismans & amulets In XV-XVII century Russia, Emerald was considered as a talisman bringing wisdom and serenity. It was a talisman of mothers and seafarers. Emerald mounted in gold is the best combination - it brings the wearer love, hope, fidelity, wisdom, presence of mind, courage and foresight.
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