4The Twin Heirs of Gryffindor
Chapter Six, Visions of Fire.
The fireball left his hand and it flew across the training detention's void, finally exploding a short while after leaving sight. The explosion was just large enough to bring it back into view.
Ron levitated into the air and used speed to overtake a second fireball that he had thrown a moment after the first, flying along side it. Dylan followed Ron in that direction. Then Ron broke off and emitted another fireball and used it to destroy the original one in mid air. Then Ron landed, Dylan soon after.
"That was excellent Ron. You did that perfectly. You have completed the first level of your training, and with great promise I might add. As expected, you have become a master in the arts of magical fire." Dylan said, clapping his hands.
Ron was panting heavily, and he was covered in a film of his own sweat from the workout.
"Why am I so tired?" Ron asked, breathing hard
"All you need in practice. With a bit of practice it will come as easily as a thought. So what do you think of your first taste of real power?"
"If I am such a master, then how come there are more levels to my training?" Ron asked.
Dylan sighed, and then laughed, "You have gained your starting power, and have learned to control it. As you practice it will continue to grow, in power and in potency, but you still lack the emotional readiness to truly understand the power that you have obtained. You are ready for the trials."
"The trials?" Ron wondered aloud.
"It will be the hardest thing you will ever have to do, but along the way you will gain the wisdom that comes with the use of power. You will be sent to the Guardian Force Dimension. There you will have to undergo a short and terrible quest. There is a great risk to your own life in undertaking this quest though. It's not like the training dimension; everything that happens to you in the GF dimension is real. It will mean great hardships and pain as well. I will be there with you, but I cannot help you, I can only provide moral support. I cannot force you to do this either, but if you don't then I will be forced to seal all your magic. You would be reduced to the level of a muggle. I cannot even tell you what is to be waiting you, for it is different with every person. It will be a major turning point in your life. I feel you are ready for the trials, but it is your decision in the end. If you feel you are ready for the trials, then tonight, at dinner, come find me." Dylan explained.
Then Dylan used the charm needed to exit, leaving Ron to his thoughts. Ron was left in shear fear of what Dylan had just told him. When he had begun this training he was not warned of any threat to his life, just to pass. And if he refused to take the test he would become a muggle?!? He would have to talk to Harry and Hermione about this.
*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*
Harry was in the Library doing a potions essay when Hermione and Ron came running in. There was a look of urgency on Ron's face that Harry had not seen since Voldemort attacked him in his 4th year.
"What is it?" Harry asked, dawning a look of fear of his own face as he got up, throwing the quill he was using aside.
"Harry, had Dylan talked to you about any "Trials" lately?" Ron asked sitting down.
"No. But he did mention it to himself once, when he though I wasn't listening." Harry said.
"Well, then you really have to hear this." Ron said, and then proceeded to tell Harry all that Dylan had told him.
"Bloody hell." Harry had said upon Ron finishing his tail.
"Yep." Ron said, quickly. Ron was beginning to shake, feverishly. He had never been filled with this kind of fear for his own safety before.
"Well…" Hermione started, but was cut off by Ron, "What am I going to do? What am I going to do!?"
"Ron, you'll be fine. I've seen you train with Dylan, you're powerful, very powerful. There's no reason to become fearful." Harry said. He voice had gotten a bit lighter upon his attempt to comfort his best friend.
Ron smiled. He was happy to have Harry's support, seeing as how it was so rare these days. He was always to busy worrying about Sirius, or to busy being depressed to be calm and happy anymore, but the fact that he had just supported Ron told him that there was still time to bring the old Harry back.
"Then, you think I should take the trials?" Ron asked Harry, fear disappearing from his voice. "And you Hermione? Do you think I'm ready?"
"Yes Ron, I do think your ready. If I can pull it off, then so can you." Hermione said. Ron nearly fell over after his brain had processed what she had just said.
"You've done it already? What was it like? When did you do it?" Ron asked. His mind was filled with about a million questions he wanted to ask.
"So have I." A voice came from the shadows behind a nearby book cause. Harry's head turned in the direction of the sound faster then lightning, and Ron in his jittery state, jumped in shock.
Draco came walking out from behind the bookcase and sat down at the table. You could tell by the look upon the others faces that they still loathed Malfoy, and didn't trust him at all. Malfoy was looking sad, and distraught as he sat.
"Who asked you Malfoy?" Harry asked spitefully.
"Look, do you want my help or not?" Malfoy asked, his face hardening for a moment then turning back to its eerie sadness. "I have some information for you that you might find helpful about these trials."
"I'm listening." Ron said, his voice not void of anger.
"I'm not sure if this will happen for you exactly, because like he had said it's different for every person, but whatever force controls the trials will play a lot of mind games on you. It will, in many cases test your loyalty, and these mind tricks will teach you a lot about yourself. It will teach you the true meaning of fear. You will have to focus on your objectives, and keep your mind clear of all doubt, the only way you will succeed is if you keep your mind on your goal." Draco stated, then finished, "These tests rely very little on the power that Dylan had taught you, but more on strength of will, state of mind, and content of character."
And with that Draco left the Library, sensing that he was still unwanted.
It was a Saturday, and rainy Saturday at that. It was almost as if whatever god controlled the weather known that this day would be a turning point for Ron. He or she knew that from this day on he would live his life in a completely different way, and the last though Ron had before going in for an early morning nap was, "If Malfoy could do it, then so could I."
*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*
Dinner was over when Ron, Harry, and Hermione walked down to the great hall to meet Dylan. When they arrived they saw a few people in the room just chatting, and as was usual now when Harry entered the room it went dead quiet. Over at The Ravenclaw table Harry noticed Cho talking Crabbe and Goyle to his great disliking, but it wasn't like there was anything that they could do about it.
Fred and George were talking with Seamus and Colin over at the Gryffindor table, and at the Hufflepuff table he saw Justin talking with Erin a young first year Hufflepuff that he had notice excelled in DADA.
Over at the Slytherin table he saw Dylan quietly talking with Draco, seemingly apart from the other three Slytherins as the table. Looking at them from afar it was almost as if they were ominous. At the head table Harry notice Professor Severus Snape and Professor Albus Dumbledore deep in conversation that seemed heated.
Ron and the others slowly approached the Slytherin table. When Draco notice that they were coming over he ended his conversation with Dylan and left the Great Hall. Dylan got up and walked toward Ron, who was now slightly ahead of Harry and Hermione, who seemed locked in conversation with each other.
Ron's feet started to jitter in a kind of fear as he continued his walk toward the Slytherin table. He didn't really know why he was so scared, I mean it really couldn't be as bad a Dylan had put it out, could it have?
"You seem frightened, is there something wrong?" Dylan asked Ron upon his arrival, but Ron knew that Dylan knew exactly why he looked fearful.
"I have decided that I will take these trials." Ron said, his voice stuttering slightly.
"All right then. Tomorrow morning, meet me outside the castle, by the lake, and I will transport you to the GF dimension. There you will have three goals. You will have to retrieve a weapon of magical properties, a book of magical properties, and a Guardian Force of your own. You will have nothing but your robes and wand." Dylan said, his expression hardening.
"All right then." Ron replied, accepting his fate.
*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*
The next morning was cold and grim. It was extremely cloudy and the sun seemed not to existent. As Harry, Dylan, Ron and Hermione walked down the hall the sounds of their shoes hitting the floor echoed thought the halls.
When the three arrived at the lake it was still dark. You couldn't see anything. Dylan was dressed in strange black robes that had colors of red scorched into the sleeves. Harry made note to ask Dylan about the robes and their colors later.
"Book of Souls." Dylan summoned, and as it was called the book arrived. Dylan opened it and began flipping through the pages. When he stopped flipping through the pages Harry looked over his brother's shoulder and saw only writing in some unknown language on the page.
"Dylan, what language is that?" Hermione asked reading Harry's mind.
"It's Shadow Elf. It's referred to in some of the books in the restricted section as "Runic Mystic" It's the language used by some ancient civilization of elves. But these were not like the elves of today, but a race that is rumored to be the first to ever control magic, but they have long been lost behind the veil. But their language remains because all record of advanced ancient magic are in their language." Dylan replied sounding lost in thought.
"Ok." Ron said taking in another set of explanations that he obviously didn't understand.
"Ron are you ready?" Dylan asked all tensed up.
"Yes." Ron replied.
"Dylan, why are you so nervous?" Harry asked. He brother was seating and you could noticeably see little beads of sweat falling down his forehead.
"Opening an Astral Portal to the GF dimension is one of the hardest magical tasks to perform. Even I, with all the power at my disposal am left extremely tired afterward." Dylan said, and then he moved his hands out in front of him and began to mumble something.
Heavy winds began to blow around the four. The air seemed extremely thick and humid. That's when it happened. There was a flash of blinding white light, and when it cleared a swirling white portal was before them. There was a heavy suction from the portal, but not enough to suck a human in against his or her will.
Ron made sure that his wand was safely tucked away inside his robes, and then stepped forward. Just before he stepped into the portal he turned back to look at Harry and Hermione. There faces seemed comforting. Then he stepped into the portal.
"Time in the GF dimension go much faster that that of here. We should only be gone for a few hours by this places time. We will see you at lunch." Dylan said, and then stepped into the white portal as well. Moments later the portal was gone and the winds stopped.
Harry and Hermione stayed there for a few moments, but then slowly returned to the castle.
*_*_*_*_*_*
When Ron awoke he was in a warm bed. The first feeling he registered around him was extreme warmth. When he opened his eyes he saw he was in some small straw hut. Intense light was shining through some of the small holes in between the straws that made up the hut's walls. His eyes moved to the doorway, which was a hole in the side of the wall cover by a cloth hanging from the top of the doorway. The cloth didn't even make it to the bottom of the floor and stopped short about a foot from the bottom. As Ron continued to look around the room he saw that the bed, which was a set of bunk beds was on the left of the room that seemed to have an 8 by 8 measurement. On the end of the bed he saw a trunk and to the far corner of the room he saw what appeared to be a statue of some kind. Ron thought that it resembled a phoenix, but it was almost as if fire was coming from the phoenix's body. Ron studied the statue till he felt a shifting on the bunk above his own. When he looked up to inspect he saw that Dylan was sitting upright in his bed with the look that you have when you just wake up. His hair was untidy like Harry's normally was as well.
"Hullo Dylan. Might I ask where are we?" Ron asked.
"I have no idea, but we will find out soon enough wont we." Dylan replied in a sleepy voice, jumping off the top bunk.
That's when Ron noticed that Dylan was no longer wearing Robes, but simple red cloth shorts and a white cotton shirt, which seemed to fit his body just right. Upon further inspection Ron noticed he was wearing the same clothing, only his shorts were a dark brown instead. Ron got out of bed and shook himself off, but then was hit with a wave of fear.
"My wand!" Ron shouted.
"What?" Dylan question between a yawn as he scratched his head.
"My wand, it was in my robes!" Ron said quickly.
"Well, it has to be around here somewhere. Wand!" Dylan said, and then summoned a wand in the usual fashion.
"I thought you weren't allowed to help me?" Ron inquired.
"I'm not." Dylan replied, "This is my wand, not yours." He then gave him a cocky half-smirked
Ron turned a shade of red feeling rather stupid over himself, but he wasn't left time with these thoughts because a woman in her forties had just entered the room.
"Ahh, boys you have awaken, good I was beginning to worry about you. Here, Maximus, drink this, it will restore your energy." The lady said handing a bottle of some red fluid within it.
"Who, me?" Ron asked, "My names Ron."
"Still pretending are we?" The lady said, and chuckled, "Ok Ron, drink this and it will make you feel better."
Ron looked over hesitantly at Dylan who nodded, so he took the fluid and drank it. He suddenly felt full of energy. He felt great, so good that he felt like he could take on Voldemort himself!
"Thank you Miss…" Ron said, inquiring the woman's name.
"Come now, you know my name, Ahh, still pretending, Well my name is Doria. Here you take some of this too Jared." The woman said handing another vial of the red liquid to Dylan. He drank it and replied, "Thanks mama."
"Come now, we must see your fathers." Doria said leaving the hut, and motioning for the others to follow.
The heat was excruciating. As Doria lead "Jared" and "Maximus" through some sort of dense jungle this was all Ron could find himself thinking. As they walked down a path Ron remembered to ask, "Umm, mama, where's my wand?"
"Oh, you mean those little sticks that you boys play around with? Well here's yours. Your fathers have already taken your cloaks back to your homes." Doria said, pulling Ron's wand out of her pocket, and looked for the other wand till Dylan held up his showing her that he already had his.
Ron though this would be a good moment to put his training to the test. Like Dylan had taught him he began to stretch his sense looking for signs of powerful magic. He didn't find any extremely powerful ones but he did notice many small powers nearby.
The three continued to walk down the jungle path for about ten more minuets when they came upon a clearing in the jungle, in which a large town of straw houses and buildings laid. As soon as they entered the clearing though, something strange happened to Ron. He had a premonition. The ability to see possible futures was one of the hardest and most unpredictable power that he was given as the Elemental of Fire. Ron's eyes, in their entirety turned a cloudy white as be began to view the scene of a future that could happen, but however was not set in stone.
Ron began to see a vision of the town that they had all just entered, except it was in flames. People were running everywhere doing different things to try and put out the fire, but they were all in vain. Soon, the town was reduced to nothing but smoldering rubble. As Ron approached the crowd in the vision they all began to boo and hiss upon him.
"This is your fault!" Someone screamed from the crowd. The crowd roared in agreement.
"What? My fault?" Ron asked, horrified.
"You and your freakish fire!" Another screamed.
Ron backed up in horror as the crowd continued to walk toward him. That's when the vision ended.
"Ron! Ron! Are you ok?" Dylan asked, shaking Ron's body. Ron soon snapped out the trance of post vision.
"Visions of fire." Ron said quietly so the other lady staring down at them didn't hear him.
Dylan's face crossed with a look of confusion, but then it registered upon him what this really meant.
"Later." Dylan said.
"Max, are you all right?" Doria asked.
"Yes, I'm fine thank you." Ron said, and the three walked into the village.
Chapter Six, Visions of Fire.
The fireball left his hand and it flew across the training detention's void, finally exploding a short while after leaving sight. The explosion was just large enough to bring it back into view.
Ron levitated into the air and used speed to overtake a second fireball that he had thrown a moment after the first, flying along side it. Dylan followed Ron in that direction. Then Ron broke off and emitted another fireball and used it to destroy the original one in mid air. Then Ron landed, Dylan soon after.
"That was excellent Ron. You did that perfectly. You have completed the first level of your training, and with great promise I might add. As expected, you have become a master in the arts of magical fire." Dylan said, clapping his hands.
Ron was panting heavily, and he was covered in a film of his own sweat from the workout.
"Why am I so tired?" Ron asked, breathing hard
"All you need in practice. With a bit of practice it will come as easily as a thought. So what do you think of your first taste of real power?"
"If I am such a master, then how come there are more levels to my training?" Ron asked.
Dylan sighed, and then laughed, "You have gained your starting power, and have learned to control it. As you practice it will continue to grow, in power and in potency, but you still lack the emotional readiness to truly understand the power that you have obtained. You are ready for the trials."
"The trials?" Ron wondered aloud.
"It will be the hardest thing you will ever have to do, but along the way you will gain the wisdom that comes with the use of power. You will be sent to the Guardian Force Dimension. There you will have to undergo a short and terrible quest. There is a great risk to your own life in undertaking this quest though. It's not like the training dimension; everything that happens to you in the GF dimension is real. It will mean great hardships and pain as well. I will be there with you, but I cannot help you, I can only provide moral support. I cannot force you to do this either, but if you don't then I will be forced to seal all your magic. You would be reduced to the level of a muggle. I cannot even tell you what is to be waiting you, for it is different with every person. It will be a major turning point in your life. I feel you are ready for the trials, but it is your decision in the end. If you feel you are ready for the trials, then tonight, at dinner, come find me." Dylan explained.
Then Dylan used the charm needed to exit, leaving Ron to his thoughts. Ron was left in shear fear of what Dylan had just told him. When he had begun this training he was not warned of any threat to his life, just to pass. And if he refused to take the test he would become a muggle?!? He would have to talk to Harry and Hermione about this.
*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*
Harry was in the Library doing a potions essay when Hermione and Ron came running in. There was a look of urgency on Ron's face that Harry had not seen since Voldemort attacked him in his 4th year.
"What is it?" Harry asked, dawning a look of fear of his own face as he got up, throwing the quill he was using aside.
"Harry, had Dylan talked to you about any "Trials" lately?" Ron asked sitting down.
"No. But he did mention it to himself once, when he though I wasn't listening." Harry said.
"Well, then you really have to hear this." Ron said, and then proceeded to tell Harry all that Dylan had told him.
"Bloody hell." Harry had said upon Ron finishing his tail.
"Yep." Ron said, quickly. Ron was beginning to shake, feverishly. He had never been filled with this kind of fear for his own safety before.
"Well…" Hermione started, but was cut off by Ron, "What am I going to do? What am I going to do!?"
"Ron, you'll be fine. I've seen you train with Dylan, you're powerful, very powerful. There's no reason to become fearful." Harry said. He voice had gotten a bit lighter upon his attempt to comfort his best friend.
Ron smiled. He was happy to have Harry's support, seeing as how it was so rare these days. He was always to busy worrying about Sirius, or to busy being depressed to be calm and happy anymore, but the fact that he had just supported Ron told him that there was still time to bring the old Harry back.
"Then, you think I should take the trials?" Ron asked Harry, fear disappearing from his voice. "And you Hermione? Do you think I'm ready?"
"Yes Ron, I do think your ready. If I can pull it off, then so can you." Hermione said. Ron nearly fell over after his brain had processed what she had just said.
"You've done it already? What was it like? When did you do it?" Ron asked. His mind was filled with about a million questions he wanted to ask.
"So have I." A voice came from the shadows behind a nearby book cause. Harry's head turned in the direction of the sound faster then lightning, and Ron in his jittery state, jumped in shock.
Draco came walking out from behind the bookcase and sat down at the table. You could tell by the look upon the others faces that they still loathed Malfoy, and didn't trust him at all. Malfoy was looking sad, and distraught as he sat.
"Who asked you Malfoy?" Harry asked spitefully.
"Look, do you want my help or not?" Malfoy asked, his face hardening for a moment then turning back to its eerie sadness. "I have some information for you that you might find helpful about these trials."
"I'm listening." Ron said, his voice not void of anger.
"I'm not sure if this will happen for you exactly, because like he had said it's different for every person, but whatever force controls the trials will play a lot of mind games on you. It will, in many cases test your loyalty, and these mind tricks will teach you a lot about yourself. It will teach you the true meaning of fear. You will have to focus on your objectives, and keep your mind clear of all doubt, the only way you will succeed is if you keep your mind on your goal." Draco stated, then finished, "These tests rely very little on the power that Dylan had taught you, but more on strength of will, state of mind, and content of character."
And with that Draco left the Library, sensing that he was still unwanted.
It was a Saturday, and rainy Saturday at that. It was almost as if whatever god controlled the weather known that this day would be a turning point for Ron. He or she knew that from this day on he would live his life in a completely different way, and the last though Ron had before going in for an early morning nap was, "If Malfoy could do it, then so could I."
*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*
Dinner was over when Ron, Harry, and Hermione walked down to the great hall to meet Dylan. When they arrived they saw a few people in the room just chatting, and as was usual now when Harry entered the room it went dead quiet. Over at The Ravenclaw table Harry noticed Cho talking Crabbe and Goyle to his great disliking, but it wasn't like there was anything that they could do about it.
Fred and George were talking with Seamus and Colin over at the Gryffindor table, and at the Hufflepuff table he saw Justin talking with Erin a young first year Hufflepuff that he had notice excelled in DADA.
Over at the Slytherin table he saw Dylan quietly talking with Draco, seemingly apart from the other three Slytherins as the table. Looking at them from afar it was almost as if they were ominous. At the head table Harry notice Professor Severus Snape and Professor Albus Dumbledore deep in conversation that seemed heated.
Ron and the others slowly approached the Slytherin table. When Draco notice that they were coming over he ended his conversation with Dylan and left the Great Hall. Dylan got up and walked toward Ron, who was now slightly ahead of Harry and Hermione, who seemed locked in conversation with each other.
Ron's feet started to jitter in a kind of fear as he continued his walk toward the Slytherin table. He didn't really know why he was so scared, I mean it really couldn't be as bad a Dylan had put it out, could it have?
"You seem frightened, is there something wrong?" Dylan asked Ron upon his arrival, but Ron knew that Dylan knew exactly why he looked fearful.
"I have decided that I will take these trials." Ron said, his voice stuttering slightly.
"All right then. Tomorrow morning, meet me outside the castle, by the lake, and I will transport you to the GF dimension. There you will have three goals. You will have to retrieve a weapon of magical properties, a book of magical properties, and a Guardian Force of your own. You will have nothing but your robes and wand." Dylan said, his expression hardening.
"All right then." Ron replied, accepting his fate.
*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*
The next morning was cold and grim. It was extremely cloudy and the sun seemed not to existent. As Harry, Dylan, Ron and Hermione walked down the hall the sounds of their shoes hitting the floor echoed thought the halls.
When the three arrived at the lake it was still dark. You couldn't see anything. Dylan was dressed in strange black robes that had colors of red scorched into the sleeves. Harry made note to ask Dylan about the robes and their colors later.
"Book of Souls." Dylan summoned, and as it was called the book arrived. Dylan opened it and began flipping through the pages. When he stopped flipping through the pages Harry looked over his brother's shoulder and saw only writing in some unknown language on the page.
"Dylan, what language is that?" Hermione asked reading Harry's mind.
"It's Shadow Elf. It's referred to in some of the books in the restricted section as "Runic Mystic" It's the language used by some ancient civilization of elves. But these were not like the elves of today, but a race that is rumored to be the first to ever control magic, but they have long been lost behind the veil. But their language remains because all record of advanced ancient magic are in their language." Dylan replied sounding lost in thought.
"Ok." Ron said taking in another set of explanations that he obviously didn't understand.
"Ron are you ready?" Dylan asked all tensed up.
"Yes." Ron replied.
"Dylan, why are you so nervous?" Harry asked. He brother was seating and you could noticeably see little beads of sweat falling down his forehead.
"Opening an Astral Portal to the GF dimension is one of the hardest magical tasks to perform. Even I, with all the power at my disposal am left extremely tired afterward." Dylan said, and then he moved his hands out in front of him and began to mumble something.
Heavy winds began to blow around the four. The air seemed extremely thick and humid. That's when it happened. There was a flash of blinding white light, and when it cleared a swirling white portal was before them. There was a heavy suction from the portal, but not enough to suck a human in against his or her will.
Ron made sure that his wand was safely tucked away inside his robes, and then stepped forward. Just before he stepped into the portal he turned back to look at Harry and Hermione. There faces seemed comforting. Then he stepped into the portal.
"Time in the GF dimension go much faster that that of here. We should only be gone for a few hours by this places time. We will see you at lunch." Dylan said, and then stepped into the white portal as well. Moments later the portal was gone and the winds stopped.
Harry and Hermione stayed there for a few moments, but then slowly returned to the castle.
*_*_*_*_*_*
When Ron awoke he was in a warm bed. The first feeling he registered around him was extreme warmth. When he opened his eyes he saw he was in some small straw hut. Intense light was shining through some of the small holes in between the straws that made up the hut's walls. His eyes moved to the doorway, which was a hole in the side of the wall cover by a cloth hanging from the top of the doorway. The cloth didn't even make it to the bottom of the floor and stopped short about a foot from the bottom. As Ron continued to look around the room he saw that the bed, which was a set of bunk beds was on the left of the room that seemed to have an 8 by 8 measurement. On the end of the bed he saw a trunk and to the far corner of the room he saw what appeared to be a statue of some kind. Ron thought that it resembled a phoenix, but it was almost as if fire was coming from the phoenix's body. Ron studied the statue till he felt a shifting on the bunk above his own. When he looked up to inspect he saw that Dylan was sitting upright in his bed with the look that you have when you just wake up. His hair was untidy like Harry's normally was as well.
"Hullo Dylan. Might I ask where are we?" Ron asked.
"I have no idea, but we will find out soon enough wont we." Dylan replied in a sleepy voice, jumping off the top bunk.
That's when Ron noticed that Dylan was no longer wearing Robes, but simple red cloth shorts and a white cotton shirt, which seemed to fit his body just right. Upon further inspection Ron noticed he was wearing the same clothing, only his shorts were a dark brown instead. Ron got out of bed and shook himself off, but then was hit with a wave of fear.
"My wand!" Ron shouted.
"What?" Dylan question between a yawn as he scratched his head.
"My wand, it was in my robes!" Ron said quickly.
"Well, it has to be around here somewhere. Wand!" Dylan said, and then summoned a wand in the usual fashion.
"I thought you weren't allowed to help me?" Ron inquired.
"I'm not." Dylan replied, "This is my wand, not yours." He then gave him a cocky half-smirked
Ron turned a shade of red feeling rather stupid over himself, but he wasn't left time with these thoughts because a woman in her forties had just entered the room.
"Ahh, boys you have awaken, good I was beginning to worry about you. Here, Maximus, drink this, it will restore your energy." The lady said handing a bottle of some red fluid within it.
"Who, me?" Ron asked, "My names Ron."
"Still pretending are we?" The lady said, and chuckled, "Ok Ron, drink this and it will make you feel better."
Ron looked over hesitantly at Dylan who nodded, so he took the fluid and drank it. He suddenly felt full of energy. He felt great, so good that he felt like he could take on Voldemort himself!
"Thank you Miss…" Ron said, inquiring the woman's name.
"Come now, you know my name, Ahh, still pretending, Well my name is Doria. Here you take some of this too Jared." The woman said handing another vial of the red liquid to Dylan. He drank it and replied, "Thanks mama."
"Come now, we must see your fathers." Doria said leaving the hut, and motioning for the others to follow.
The heat was excruciating. As Doria lead "Jared" and "Maximus" through some sort of dense jungle this was all Ron could find himself thinking. As they walked down a path Ron remembered to ask, "Umm, mama, where's my wand?"
"Oh, you mean those little sticks that you boys play around with? Well here's yours. Your fathers have already taken your cloaks back to your homes." Doria said, pulling Ron's wand out of her pocket, and looked for the other wand till Dylan held up his showing her that he already had his.
Ron though this would be a good moment to put his training to the test. Like Dylan had taught him he began to stretch his sense looking for signs of powerful magic. He didn't find any extremely powerful ones but he did notice many small powers nearby.
The three continued to walk down the jungle path for about ten more minuets when they came upon a clearing in the jungle, in which a large town of straw houses and buildings laid. As soon as they entered the clearing though, something strange happened to Ron. He had a premonition. The ability to see possible futures was one of the hardest and most unpredictable power that he was given as the Elemental of Fire. Ron's eyes, in their entirety turned a cloudy white as be began to view the scene of a future that could happen, but however was not set in stone.
Ron began to see a vision of the town that they had all just entered, except it was in flames. People were running everywhere doing different things to try and put out the fire, but they were all in vain. Soon, the town was reduced to nothing but smoldering rubble. As Ron approached the crowd in the vision they all began to boo and hiss upon him.
"This is your fault!" Someone screamed from the crowd. The crowd roared in agreement.
"What? My fault?" Ron asked, horrified.
"You and your freakish fire!" Another screamed.
Ron backed up in horror as the crowd continued to walk toward him. That's when the vision ended.
"Ron! Ron! Are you ok?" Dylan asked, shaking Ron's body. Ron soon snapped out the trance of post vision.
"Visions of fire." Ron said quietly so the other lady staring down at them didn't hear him.
Dylan's face crossed with a look of confusion, but then it registered upon him what this really meant.
"Later." Dylan said.
"Max, are you all right?" Doria asked.
"Yes, I'm fine thank you." Ron said, and the three walked into the village.