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The Secret of the Eye
A lone figure sat at a table in the center of a large library in quiet concentration. Books of every shape and size, opened and closed were stacked across the table's surface and parchment was strewn about on the floor.
Alastor Moody was an impressive figure with short raven black hair, toned muscles and wide shoulders. He had a handsome face, but for a long jagged scar that ran from just above his right eye to his square clean shaven chin. The cowardly attack from behind had robbed him of his eye and he vowed never to let it happen again.
"Finally, the last spell I need," the weary voice said to no one, "five months it took me, but I've finished" he looked down at the roll of parchment before him covered in spells of all types and at the bottom was an incantation.
Quickly and quietly leaving the library he apparated to a hill in the Scottish countryside far from any prying eyes
In his hand he held a ball of the clearest glass and them shouted to the heavens the incantation as lightening cut jagged paths across the sky
"transpicio caligo, acclaro inlustris, revince malus, addico verus pollentin!
The glass ball gave a sudden jerk in his hand, nearly causing it to fall to the ground. It glowed brighter and brighter forcing him to shield his good eye. Then the light faded and he opened his hand to reveal not a ball of glass but an eye that gave a slight glow of shocking electric blue. That would haunt the lives and nightmares of evildoers for many years to come.
Lifting off the leather patch that had for so long rested on his brow he opened his right eye a slipped the bright blue sphere in to the once empty socket. The magic eye whirled wildly unhindered by nerves or blood vessels then stopped and looked straight ahead. It was amazing.
Through the growing darkness he could see through trees and undergrowth, like they were nothing but light shadows, to the animals of every shape size and species.
Then as if with a life of it's own the eye flipped backward to peer through the back of his skull to reveal yet more creatures.
"This could take some getting used to," the, soon to be, aptly-named Mad Eye Moody stated as he strode confidently into the brisk night air.
A/N the incantation Moody used is actual Latin and means the following
Through the darkness, reveal the light, subdue evil, give truth might
I have often wondered how Moody's eye came to be and wrote this story because of it, thank you for reading and as always reviews of all kinds are welcome.
The Secret of the Eye
A lone figure sat at a table in the center of a large library in quiet concentration. Books of every shape and size, opened and closed were stacked across the table's surface and parchment was strewn about on the floor.
Alastor Moody was an impressive figure with short raven black hair, toned muscles and wide shoulders. He had a handsome face, but for a long jagged scar that ran from just above his right eye to his square clean shaven chin. The cowardly attack from behind had robbed him of his eye and he vowed never to let it happen again.
"Finally, the last spell I need," the weary voice said to no one, "five months it took me, but I've finished" he looked down at the roll of parchment before him covered in spells of all types and at the bottom was an incantation.
Quickly and quietly leaving the library he apparated to a hill in the Scottish countryside far from any prying eyes
In his hand he held a ball of the clearest glass and them shouted to the heavens the incantation as lightening cut jagged paths across the sky
"transpicio caligo, acclaro inlustris, revince malus, addico verus pollentin!
The glass ball gave a sudden jerk in his hand, nearly causing it to fall to the ground. It glowed brighter and brighter forcing him to shield his good eye. Then the light faded and he opened his hand to reveal not a ball of glass but an eye that gave a slight glow of shocking electric blue. That would haunt the lives and nightmares of evildoers for many years to come.
Lifting off the leather patch that had for so long rested on his brow he opened his right eye a slipped the bright blue sphere in to the once empty socket. The magic eye whirled wildly unhindered by nerves or blood vessels then stopped and looked straight ahead. It was amazing.
Through the growing darkness he could see through trees and undergrowth, like they were nothing but light shadows, to the animals of every shape size and species.
Then as if with a life of it's own the eye flipped backward to peer through the back of his skull to reveal yet more creatures.
"This could take some getting used to," the, soon to be, aptly-named Mad Eye Moody stated as he strode confidently into the brisk night air.
A/N the incantation Moody used is actual Latin and means the following
Through the darkness, reveal the light, subdue evil, give truth might
I have often wondered how Moody's eye came to be and wrote this story because of it, thank you for reading and as always reviews of all kinds are welcome.