Catcher of the Dreams
Prologue
Out of the shadows of the Forbidden Forest apparated a hooded figure. Elegant and poised, almost unnervingly composed she walked calmly into the clearing. Through the eerie stillness, a low rumbling echoed through the air getting louder as the distinctive sound of clicking came nearer, followed by hooves and paws on the rock-strewn ground and the flutter of wings passing through the rustling tree leaves. From behind the misty clouds, the moon sailed out, shining its silver light down on the forest and as if a veil became unmasked, surrounding the figure, appeared a sea of eyes.
Hidden amongst the trees, millions of them, glowing, glaring into the centre. Waiting. Anticipating. The creatures of the Forbidden Forest had gathered around the glade creating a circle around the shaded form, a mass of bodies from swarms of spiders, the size of baby mammoths to a crowd of doxies, the smallest size of human form creatures hovering in the air.
From in front of the figure, a throng of spiders started to part, and out of the night came the largest of them all, his body covered in dark hair, his eight maliciously long, dark hairy legs moving towards the sorceress. His deadly pincers clicking perilously stopping just inches from her face and if the crowd of creatures were able to see, it had not flinched for one second. Aragog's milky white eyes reflected the moonlight, and for a few moments a deafening silence overcame the setting.
"You do not belong here, demon," Aragog clicked, speaking on behalf of all creatures present, as he was the one who had perhaps the greatest authority of the forest. "You may look human, speak human but the scent of your whole entire being, the emptiness in you, the black void betrays you and for that every creature, will instantly know. Leave now, disappear from this world, you bring nothing but destruction and despair. No one wants this here."
The figure stayed silent, and then gradually raising her right hand, she slowly pulled her hood back revealing her face. Pale as the moon and perfectly unblemished, it was framed by dark ringlets of hair, black as the darkest nights. Her silky voice through blood red lips rang through the air like music, "You do not like my guise?" she asked coyly, running her hand down her own cheek, one finger slowly slicing through her skin where blood immediately flowed. The sea of eyes followed this movement; the taste of blood drifted through the air, the demon did this deliberately to entice them, yet the creatures of the night remained still as statues, the scent of blood was tainted with something they never sensed before.
"I think I look quite pretty as a human," the demon mused, now twirling a ringlet of her hair playing with it between her fingers, "And it isn't really my fault I'm here, I was summoned, by one of the magical ones, witches and wizards you call them here. I don't normally come to a world when asked by just anyone…" she put her index finger on her lip now, and tilted her head as if considering for a moment then added as she glared back at Aragog: "Or thing, but this one's magic was strong and darkness great built up from the time he had here and even though he has not a form, his spirit still remains strong enough and with his disciples I was summon, to wreck revenge in return for his spirit."
"Not here," an angry voice spoke out and amongst the horde of centaurs behind the demon, Bane stepped out his dark hair wilder looking than usual. "You are not welcome here. None of your revolting kind is. If you do not leave, you will be destroyed. You have cause enough death and pain in enough worlds, you will not do it here."
"Aren't you Mr Sunshine?" the sorceress retorted, her voice changing slashing through the air like a knife as she turned sharply round halting the centaur as she did. "Well guess what no one asked your opinion, and once summoned I will do my job, which is of the abduco demons, " she thundered as her eyes started to alter into a crimson red, her face darkened and morphed into a pale green. No longer unblemished it was tarnished with scales and loose mottled flesh. Tucked behind her hair, two ears elongated and from within her cloak, a snake like tail thrashed out, hissing through the air, lengthening as it slit Bane precisely across the neck. The centaur stood no chance, it moved too fast and before any creature knew what had happened, Bane gurgle and exhaled his last breath as he fell onto the forest floor.
"Now, who else is going to tell me where I can and cannot be," she growled illuminating the area around her body with a sinister green. The creatures started moving in towards the demon, the greenness darkened as she harnessed her power, and as they reached her, she let loose a wave of energy to two or three of the nearest creatures. Slow motioned it hit them, knocking them down as it did, engulfing each with the energy, disintegrating them slowly and excruciatingly. Screams echoed through the air, increasing in volume as the energy burnt pass one creature to the next. After, more forest dwellers decided to run than fight, the demon raised her hand again freezing the scene for a split second and as quickly as it came, the energy desisted. Where she stood, not a creature was left, those who stayed had been destroyed, and those that were smart enough, were still fleeing. The sorceress morphed into her human guise once again and using one foot to stamp on the heap of dust that was once Bane, she pouted and muttered in the drawl of a stubborn five year old, "I'm not revolting either, you big pile of dirt. No one tells me what to do, no one."
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Author's Note:
Hiya,
I don't have much to say except thank you for reading this part. Sorry it was a bit dark and not much happened, I hope it wasn't too off putting and at the very least, it intrigued you. Chapter One is more light-hearted and completely different to the prologue, please review, and if enough people want it, I'll post the next part before I'm off to the sun, sea and sand for a week.
~Dove~ ^.^
Disclaimer:
A small disclaimer for now, and as more characters come in, I'll add it on, but right now, anything you recognize is not mine and belongs to J.K. Rowling or Warner Bros. Anything new, could possibly be mine.