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Chapter 14
Kal showed Harry to the armory, there all kinds of weapons hung from racks along the walls. Harry already had five knives, he picked out a practice sword, shield, spear, long bow and arrows, and darts. These would be his equipment and it was his job to keep them in good condition. Everyone made their own sword when they were15, at the summer home. So all of the 15s had a few lessons on making weapons as well as their usual training. For the next five days Harry watched while the others went about their practices. The instructors were nice enough but the training was brutal. Harry used this free time to work out his memories and to practice with the weapons he could use. When Beatrice, who taught archery, found out that Harry could use a bow, and had perfect aim she was delighted, and made him practice his stance for an hour. Fiona was ecstatic with his knife throwing abilities, and made him do stretches meant to make him more flexible for an hour. Faron was pleased with
Harry's fencing, at which he was just as good as Godric, who was the best of the class, and had him practice falling, for an hour. Harry was exhausted by the time the day was over, Mauve said he'd regain his endurance and get into better shape, but it would take a while. Harry was just starting to realize just how close to death he'd come. Here with the Lazue tribe Harry found that he'd gone so long without much sleep that his body didn't need it anymore, he only needed about our hours a night. Harry knew he'd heal faster if he made him self spend the whole eight hours they were given asleep, but he just couldn't. He'd become too used too little sleep. He knew that extra four hours of rest would be used by his body to get him back in shape in no time, so he forced himself to sleep the whole night. And he healed, It didn't take Harry long to realize it, the workouts every afternoon, a good healthy diet, and plenty of sleep was working. Except for Sundays, when they rode from
12:00 to 5:30 and rested during the morning the Lazue tribe led a harsh life, they hunted during the winter and farmed during the summer, and their harsh lifestyle showed. Harry quickly gained muscle and the use of flexibility exercises became apparent when he joined the others on Saturday for their lesson, which on Thursdays and Saturdays included gymnastics. He could turn cartwheels, do handstands, backbends, summersaults both ways, and he found that he had a thing for flips. Flips were Harry's specialty, he was a natural, five forwards flips across the practice court, five backflips back again. He managed a difficult routine that started with a cartwheel, then a round-off, then two backflips. Three front flips, then a full 360 in the air without touching the ground. He just liked to do flips, and the instructors loved it, flips, they told him, could be done in battle so long as you knew what you were doing. Harry learned all kinds of gymnastics without hurting himself on
his sword, or knife.
A week passed, Harry had settled into the tribe's routine, and then it changed. One night at dinner the council got up to make an announcement.
"People of the Lazue tribe, we have spent many month here in our winter home, and now it is time to leave. The spring comes and we must go to the summer home. We leave in one week."
The schedules changed, now they spent time packing, reviewing the languages of the peoples the tribe traded with down by the ocean, learning as much fighting as they could incase the tribe was attacked while they traveled, learning to make swords, and a huge amount of time was spent with the horses. 15 was the age at which everyone got their own horse, and so all the 15s spent a large amount of time down in the meadow. It was a tough decision, there were many to choose from, but none of them knew how to match personality with personality, except Harry, Cleatris, and Godric. The three of them watched while the others tried and tried to figure it out. Finally the day came, and the Mistress of Horses, Jaylem of the Horses as she was called, told everyone to gather all the horses they could choose from in a pasture, then they all met at the barn.
"I've been watching you try to find the right horse, and none of you seem to be having any luck. But I have seen three of you, always watching, each of you three as showed a remarkable ability to choose the right horse for a person. So, Godric, harry, Cleatris, if your year-mates agree, would you choose their horses for them?" The threesome, who had been standing off to one side, were startled and just stared at her. "A show of hands, how many of you trust them enough to help you choose your horse?" Every hand in the room went up, and Harry felt his eyes burn, in just two weeks he'd gained the trust of all of them, and he finally stopped feeling like an outsider. Godric had never again asked why Harry carried five knives and al those charms and potions, nor had he ever asked how Harry had ended up half dead in the middle of the woods. Godric and Cleatris were the only two who had never questioned him, they knew he would tell them in his own time, and so they were the ones he
had thought of as friends, but some how all the others counted him as a friend, even though they hardly knew him.
"If that's the vote, we'll be honored to help choose their horses." Cleatris said, there was around of cheers, everyone lined up along the fence while the threesome went into the pasture.
"Relmar's first, do you see that dark-red, with the black mane and tail?" Godric said, the other two agreed, they singled out the horse and brought him over to the fence. Relmar was pleased, and the horse nosed his ear, making him yelp. Slowly the threesome worked their way through everyone, finding each parson a horse, finally Shenya, the last, moved off with hers and they were left with the problem of choosing their own. There were six horses left, an all black mare that bore a white scar on her shoulder from a wolf attack, she'd killed the wolf and had a strong hatred of them. Another black mare, bigger, and with white socks on all four feet. An all brown stallion that was very fast and had a playful nature, then there were two who stood out. Twins, both gigantic for their age, as both were only two years old. The two giant stallions were black and white paints. Both with black heads and shoulders, their manes both black on the upper half and white lower. Both had odd
gold eyes, their black and white areas were spaced almost exactly the same, and the white and black was splashed so that they had the look of fighters. Their manes and tails were very long and whipped out behind them like black and white fire when they ran. They were bigger then any other horses the tribe owned, heavily muscled with amazing speed and endurance, both could jump high and turn on a dime, and it was these two that Harry and Godric chose. These two twin stallions had tried to kill anyone who rode them, but when Harry and Godric saddled them they remained still and calm.
"They'll do, what are you going to call yours?" Harry asked Godric as they mounted up and rode out to where the others were waiting.
"I'm not sure, Flame I think, see that patch of white along both his hind legs that looks like fire? Yes, I'll call him Flame. What about you?"
"I'm calling him Diablo. Let's go see which one Cleatris chose." Harry said, he gave Diablo a light nudge and Diablo trotted out into the pasture. Cleatris had chosen the large black mare with the white socks, a pretty horse with a very long mane and a tail so long it had to be cut to keep it from sweeping along on the ground, which was very unusual as horses tails weren't normally that long. She had named her Midnight. Jaylem agreed with all the horses and complemented the three on their choosing.
From then on if you couldn't find Cleatris, Godric, and Harry in school, practicing fighting, on guard duty, practicing magic in a clearing off in the woods that was rimmed with two fallen trees that made good benches, you were sure to find them down in the meadows with their horses. They trained their horses and themselves together, and formed a close fighting unit. They outdid all their instructors' expectations during the week before the journey to the sea. They practiced magics that were supposed to be far beyond their level during their free time, or rode at a gallop through the woods, playing a game where one would try to find the others and hit them and their horse with a freezing charm. They all became very adept in dodging, Midnight, Diablo, and Flame learned to dodge and turn during a magical battle, avoiding the spells flying everywhere. Cleatris and Godric never questioned Harry, and he was grateful for it, he told them everything he could remember, like spells,
fighting techniques, jokes, games, and his pet owl, but that was it. He could only remember parts of the rest of it, and they weren't nice.
The same day the tribe was to leave Harry woke very early from a dream, feeling like knowledge had been forcibly shoved into his mind overnight. He took out his wand and put it in his palm.
"Arcimus Date." Words appeared, 1002 AD. Harry gasped, his old home, a name came to mind, Hogwarts, had been in 2002 AD. He'd gone back in time? But how?
A memory of a dark, silent forest came to mind, images whirled, a Tyrannosaur, the dragons, the Ways. His friends, where were they now? Had they gotten home okay? How long had it really been since he'd left into the Forbidden forest with them? An image sharpened, three weeks, but what if there was some sort of distinction between the passage of time here, and there? How long had it been at Hogwarts? Two years? One minute? Memories flashed through his mind, but they were blurred, he saw a flash of green light and heard screams, a body lying on the ground, a name came forth, Cedric. His whole life was out there, in his mind, but it was too blurred and far away to reclaim. How long will it take? Harry asked himself, before I know who I am again? When will I be able to look in a mirror and see me, and know what I am looking at? He concentrated, calling up the training he'd given himself, training that was, one day, supposed to help me read minds. Endless hours of training over
the summer, I stayed in my room and trained all the time, expect during my workouts and morning run. Slowly his training came back to him, he reached back into his mind for some memory to latch onto, a friend maybe? Ron, yes, Ron and Hermione, that's their names. Images swirled up from his memory, he watched as an observer, all that they gone through, all their years at Hogwarts, and now they're gone, are they alive? What happened to them that day in the Ways? Where did they go? Harry was jolted awake suddenly by the sound of a bell ringing, and found his cheeks wet with tears.
This one might be a bit confusing, read carefully! And PLEASE REVIEW!!!!!!!!!!!!
Chapter 14
Kal showed Harry to the armory, there all kinds of weapons hung from racks along the walls. Harry already had five knives, he picked out a practice sword, shield, spear, long bow and arrows, and darts. These would be his equipment and it was his job to keep them in good condition. Everyone made their own sword when they were15, at the summer home. So all of the 15s had a few lessons on making weapons as well as their usual training. For the next five days Harry watched while the others went about their practices. The instructors were nice enough but the training was brutal. Harry used this free time to work out his memories and to practice with the weapons he could use. When Beatrice, who taught archery, found out that Harry could use a bow, and had perfect aim she was delighted, and made him practice his stance for an hour. Fiona was ecstatic with his knife throwing abilities, and made him do stretches meant to make him more flexible for an hour. Faron was pleased with
Harry's fencing, at which he was just as good as Godric, who was the best of the class, and had him practice falling, for an hour. Harry was exhausted by the time the day was over, Mauve said he'd regain his endurance and get into better shape, but it would take a while. Harry was just starting to realize just how close to death he'd come. Here with the Lazue tribe Harry found that he'd gone so long without much sleep that his body didn't need it anymore, he only needed about our hours a night. Harry knew he'd heal faster if he made him self spend the whole eight hours they were given asleep, but he just couldn't. He'd become too used too little sleep. He knew that extra four hours of rest would be used by his body to get him back in shape in no time, so he forced himself to sleep the whole night. And he healed, It didn't take Harry long to realize it, the workouts every afternoon, a good healthy diet, and plenty of sleep was working. Except for Sundays, when they rode from
12:00 to 5:30 and rested during the morning the Lazue tribe led a harsh life, they hunted during the winter and farmed during the summer, and their harsh lifestyle showed. Harry quickly gained muscle and the use of flexibility exercises became apparent when he joined the others on Saturday for their lesson, which on Thursdays and Saturdays included gymnastics. He could turn cartwheels, do handstands, backbends, summersaults both ways, and he found that he had a thing for flips. Flips were Harry's specialty, he was a natural, five forwards flips across the practice court, five backflips back again. He managed a difficult routine that started with a cartwheel, then a round-off, then two backflips. Three front flips, then a full 360 in the air without touching the ground. He just liked to do flips, and the instructors loved it, flips, they told him, could be done in battle so long as you knew what you were doing. Harry learned all kinds of gymnastics without hurting himself on
his sword, or knife.
A week passed, Harry had settled into the tribe's routine, and then it changed. One night at dinner the council got up to make an announcement.
"People of the Lazue tribe, we have spent many month here in our winter home, and now it is time to leave. The spring comes and we must go to the summer home. We leave in one week."
The schedules changed, now they spent time packing, reviewing the languages of the peoples the tribe traded with down by the ocean, learning as much fighting as they could incase the tribe was attacked while they traveled, learning to make swords, and a huge amount of time was spent with the horses. 15 was the age at which everyone got their own horse, and so all the 15s spent a large amount of time down in the meadow. It was a tough decision, there were many to choose from, but none of them knew how to match personality with personality, except Harry, Cleatris, and Godric. The three of them watched while the others tried and tried to figure it out. Finally the day came, and the Mistress of Horses, Jaylem of the Horses as she was called, told everyone to gather all the horses they could choose from in a pasture, then they all met at the barn.
"I've been watching you try to find the right horse, and none of you seem to be having any luck. But I have seen three of you, always watching, each of you three as showed a remarkable ability to choose the right horse for a person. So, Godric, harry, Cleatris, if your year-mates agree, would you choose their horses for them?" The threesome, who had been standing off to one side, were startled and just stared at her. "A show of hands, how many of you trust them enough to help you choose your horse?" Every hand in the room went up, and Harry felt his eyes burn, in just two weeks he'd gained the trust of all of them, and he finally stopped feeling like an outsider. Godric had never again asked why Harry carried five knives and al those charms and potions, nor had he ever asked how Harry had ended up half dead in the middle of the woods. Godric and Cleatris were the only two who had never questioned him, they knew he would tell them in his own time, and so they were the ones he
had thought of as friends, but some how all the others counted him as a friend, even though they hardly knew him.
"If that's the vote, we'll be honored to help choose their horses." Cleatris said, there was around of cheers, everyone lined up along the fence while the threesome went into the pasture.
"Relmar's first, do you see that dark-red, with the black mane and tail?" Godric said, the other two agreed, they singled out the horse and brought him over to the fence. Relmar was pleased, and the horse nosed his ear, making him yelp. Slowly the threesome worked their way through everyone, finding each parson a horse, finally Shenya, the last, moved off with hers and they were left with the problem of choosing their own. There were six horses left, an all black mare that bore a white scar on her shoulder from a wolf attack, she'd killed the wolf and had a strong hatred of them. Another black mare, bigger, and with white socks on all four feet. An all brown stallion that was very fast and had a playful nature, then there were two who stood out. Twins, both gigantic for their age, as both were only two years old. The two giant stallions were black and white paints. Both with black heads and shoulders, their manes both black on the upper half and white lower. Both had odd
gold eyes, their black and white areas were spaced almost exactly the same, and the white and black was splashed so that they had the look of fighters. Their manes and tails were very long and whipped out behind them like black and white fire when they ran. They were bigger then any other horses the tribe owned, heavily muscled with amazing speed and endurance, both could jump high and turn on a dime, and it was these two that Harry and Godric chose. These two twin stallions had tried to kill anyone who rode them, but when Harry and Godric saddled them they remained still and calm.
"They'll do, what are you going to call yours?" Harry asked Godric as they mounted up and rode out to where the others were waiting.
"I'm not sure, Flame I think, see that patch of white along both his hind legs that looks like fire? Yes, I'll call him Flame. What about you?"
"I'm calling him Diablo. Let's go see which one Cleatris chose." Harry said, he gave Diablo a light nudge and Diablo trotted out into the pasture. Cleatris had chosen the large black mare with the white socks, a pretty horse with a very long mane and a tail so long it had to be cut to keep it from sweeping along on the ground, which was very unusual as horses tails weren't normally that long. She had named her Midnight. Jaylem agreed with all the horses and complemented the three on their choosing.
From then on if you couldn't find Cleatris, Godric, and Harry in school, practicing fighting, on guard duty, practicing magic in a clearing off in the woods that was rimmed with two fallen trees that made good benches, you were sure to find them down in the meadows with their horses. They trained their horses and themselves together, and formed a close fighting unit. They outdid all their instructors' expectations during the week before the journey to the sea. They practiced magics that were supposed to be far beyond their level during their free time, or rode at a gallop through the woods, playing a game where one would try to find the others and hit them and their horse with a freezing charm. They all became very adept in dodging, Midnight, Diablo, and Flame learned to dodge and turn during a magical battle, avoiding the spells flying everywhere. Cleatris and Godric never questioned Harry, and he was grateful for it, he told them everything he could remember, like spells,
fighting techniques, jokes, games, and his pet owl, but that was it. He could only remember parts of the rest of it, and they weren't nice.
The same day the tribe was to leave Harry woke very early from a dream, feeling like knowledge had been forcibly shoved into his mind overnight. He took out his wand and put it in his palm.
"Arcimus Date." Words appeared, 1002 AD. Harry gasped, his old home, a name came to mind, Hogwarts, had been in 2002 AD. He'd gone back in time? But how?
A memory of a dark, silent forest came to mind, images whirled, a Tyrannosaur, the dragons, the Ways. His friends, where were they now? Had they gotten home okay? How long had it really been since he'd left into the Forbidden forest with them? An image sharpened, three weeks, but what if there was some sort of distinction between the passage of time here, and there? How long had it been at Hogwarts? Two years? One minute? Memories flashed through his mind, but they were blurred, he saw a flash of green light and heard screams, a body lying on the ground, a name came forth, Cedric. His whole life was out there, in his mind, but it was too blurred and far away to reclaim. How long will it take? Harry asked himself, before I know who I am again? When will I be able to look in a mirror and see me, and know what I am looking at? He concentrated, calling up the training he'd given himself, training that was, one day, supposed to help me read minds. Endless hours of training over
the summer, I stayed in my room and trained all the time, expect during my workouts and morning run. Slowly his training came back to him, he reached back into his mind for some memory to latch onto, a friend maybe? Ron, yes, Ron and Hermione, that's their names. Images swirled up from his memory, he watched as an observer, all that they gone through, all their years at Hogwarts, and now they're gone, are they alive? What happened to them that day in the Ways? Where did they go? Harry was jolted awake suddenly by the sound of a bell ringing, and found his cheeks wet with tears.