I landed my broom in the meadow. I dug a slight hole. "Earth," I
whispered as I picked it up and put it in a canister. I scooped up some
water in a second. "Water." I lit a piece of wood and put in a third
canister. "Fire" I opened a fourth and waved it in the empty space.
"Air." I breathed into the last one and covered it. "Human spirit." I
knew what I was doing, and I knew what I was doing very well. I was taking
my rite at Hogwarts. If everything is as I think it is, I won't be in
class tomorrow. I checked the canister to make sure the fire was still
going It wasn't and then I remembered. If all is correct, all elements
need each other. I can't separate them to expect them to work. Fire needs
air to keep it running, and earth to consume. To grow, earth needed air
and water. For human spirit to survive, all elements are necessary. For
water to work it needs earth to dwell in, and heat from fire to bring it
back to earth. Air needs water to be created, and heat to have been
evaporated into the substance it is. I never asked how to perform the
rite. I knew I was supposed to combine the elements, but how can I combine
what isn't separated? I fell before a tree confused.
"What am I supposed to do?" I asked the empty night. An owl screeched and circled above my head dropping a single snow white feather. I removed my robes leaving me in a black shirt and jeans. The answer was simple. First, I needed to find a stag. Wait, before that, I needed materials. I found some fallen tree limbs and a stone. I used the stone to make them smooth, straight, and thin. I gave each limb a pointed edge and there I had arrows. Earth-made. I lit a fire to melt the stone down into more of a spear. Fire made. I would need a bow to shoot the arrows with, wouldn't I? I went towards the water, and after an hour and a half I found a crescent shaped stone. Water made. I used my newly fashioned spear to cut a star shaped hole into my palm. I pressed it against the bow and breathed deeply closing my eyes. When I opened them, a blood red cord had emerged tautly strung unto the bow's edges. Human spirit. How do you create a weapon with air? I put my hand in the water to clean the wound, and I just let it sit there.
I don't know what the female nymphs did. No one talked about what they did in their right. They just stated doing it. I wanted it to be done, but I had no clue how. I know we have to use all the elements, but to do what? How do you fashion something out of air? I didn't understand this. Then I recalled something I had hated as a little boy. Dance. It was as simple as that. I didn't need these make shift tools. I needed to dance. That didn't make any sense. I can understand dance being a rite for a girl, but I-I am not female. There had to be some record of a male nymph, and please, someone tell me, that they didn't have to dance.. I lay against the ground. Well, dancing was a girl's way to get into the whole nature thing. That's what my mother had explained to me. Actually, she said it more like.
"James, darling, if you don't shut up, I'll seal your lips. You know, I don't understand this. A girl's way of getting into their naturist side by dancing, but you despise the lesson. You prefer to talk, which just irks me. You'll never pass your rite that way."
Well, okay then, silence was mandatory. Didn't I break that? Oh, well. I propped myself up again and I noticed that my breath was making smoke in the cool night air. I ran that through my head again. Cool. Night. AIR. I tried to force the air coming out of my mouth into the shape of a sword. It was working, and once I was done with the hilt, the sword fell before me. I had fashioned weapons straight from the elements. The bow was too small to be used. I couldn't give myself another cut just for a new bow. I should have noticed this before. I sighed, and picked it up to toss it, but when it was picked up it grew to fit my hand. It was the perfect bow. I picked up t he sword. It was made out of some sort of steel, I couldn't tell what. It had a snake-like pattern on it, which was totally rad, excepting the fact that snakes meant Slytherin. I was moving it through the air and realized how light it was. It probably couldn't do any damage in the battle field. That's when it decided to cut me. I howled in pain, and dropped it immediately. I glowered at the sword, and it seemingly didn't care. I checked the arrows. They seemed sturdier then I had made them, and feathers had been added. This is beyond strange. I make simple tools, and they come out extremely.well, good. I decided to check the spear for changes. It had changed to a metal spear, and its edges were jagged. It had an eagle feather in its center. I've seen some pretty strange things in my lifetime, but that's freaky. I made simple tools, and they come out to be very extravagant.
I studied my new tools. Now what? Was I done already? I hadn't truly done anything worth calling a test. That's when it happened. It started to rain fire, except the earth didn't catch fire. I felt my skin sear and I got very annoyed. Well it hurt, but I was more annoyed then anything else. A crevice opened and a gust of wind blew throwing me into the crevice before me. The earth sealed itself.
"Little werewolf, it is time for you to pass your sacrament. All has been performed except human spirit, which is the only thing that can get you out of here. You have twenty-four hours starting now," a voice whispered inside my head. Pleasant. Here I am thinking "Hey, this is a breeze" and then I get an actual task. An actual HARD task. So cruel. What did I do to deserve this? Yeah, I chose now to perform the rite, but I was a little ticked off. I'm not angry any more, and now my options are to get out of here or die. How kind. This was perfectly preposterous. Here I am under earth and stone, while my friends are probably fast asleep. I checked my watch. Fifteen minutes had passed. Oh great. I sat here ranting to myself for fifteen minutes. Now I know I'll die.
I used the spear to chip away some of the earth in the way. At the rate I was going, I realized, it would take me a month and a half to get of here and I sooooooooo didn't have that kind of time. I ran my hand along the dirt wall. It was warm, and then I remembered that earth lives, therefore it can also die. I stepped back. "Pyro-ius!" a flame ignited immediately on my command, and the earth burned away along with some roots leaving me in a wall of stone.
The stone was cold and lumpy, I noted when I pressed my hand against it. What kills stone? Duh, nothing. It doesn't live. I got myself quite cross quite quickly as I studied the slab of rock. Water wears it away, but how effective.I moved my hand away to realize the stone was rather powdery and soft compared to the rocks it could have been. "Aquareinus," I said pointing my wand at the surrounding stone. Little by little it wore away. I checked my watch, which is the only muggle trinket my father would let me own. Only fifteen minutes left, and the stone still wasn't gone.
My next obstruction, though, was a wall of fire. "Aquareinus" I said again. The fire writhed and hissed beneath my water blast.
The final thing was a pool of water-above me. I couldn't get rid of it, and I could see the land above me. I ran a hand through it. I checked my watch, seven minutes. Oh blast it all. I'd have to swim.up. I leveled my foot unto a clod of dirt and moved my body upwards towards the water, once I was fully in it held me. I swam upwards and finally I pulled myself out of the water. I checked my watch a final time. Had I come out of there one second later, dead I would have been dead. And no one would be able to find me. I fell asleep where I lay.
"What am I supposed to do?" I asked the empty night. An owl screeched and circled above my head dropping a single snow white feather. I removed my robes leaving me in a black shirt and jeans. The answer was simple. First, I needed to find a stag. Wait, before that, I needed materials. I found some fallen tree limbs and a stone. I used the stone to make them smooth, straight, and thin. I gave each limb a pointed edge and there I had arrows. Earth-made. I lit a fire to melt the stone down into more of a spear. Fire made. I would need a bow to shoot the arrows with, wouldn't I? I went towards the water, and after an hour and a half I found a crescent shaped stone. Water made. I used my newly fashioned spear to cut a star shaped hole into my palm. I pressed it against the bow and breathed deeply closing my eyes. When I opened them, a blood red cord had emerged tautly strung unto the bow's edges. Human spirit. How do you create a weapon with air? I put my hand in the water to clean the wound, and I just let it sit there.
I don't know what the female nymphs did. No one talked about what they did in their right. They just stated doing it. I wanted it to be done, but I had no clue how. I know we have to use all the elements, but to do what? How do you fashion something out of air? I didn't understand this. Then I recalled something I had hated as a little boy. Dance. It was as simple as that. I didn't need these make shift tools. I needed to dance. That didn't make any sense. I can understand dance being a rite for a girl, but I-I am not female. There had to be some record of a male nymph, and please, someone tell me, that they didn't have to dance.. I lay against the ground. Well, dancing was a girl's way to get into the whole nature thing. That's what my mother had explained to me. Actually, she said it more like.
"James, darling, if you don't shut up, I'll seal your lips. You know, I don't understand this. A girl's way of getting into their naturist side by dancing, but you despise the lesson. You prefer to talk, which just irks me. You'll never pass your rite that way."
Well, okay then, silence was mandatory. Didn't I break that? Oh, well. I propped myself up again and I noticed that my breath was making smoke in the cool night air. I ran that through my head again. Cool. Night. AIR. I tried to force the air coming out of my mouth into the shape of a sword. It was working, and once I was done with the hilt, the sword fell before me. I had fashioned weapons straight from the elements. The bow was too small to be used. I couldn't give myself another cut just for a new bow. I should have noticed this before. I sighed, and picked it up to toss it, but when it was picked up it grew to fit my hand. It was the perfect bow. I picked up t he sword. It was made out of some sort of steel, I couldn't tell what. It had a snake-like pattern on it, which was totally rad, excepting the fact that snakes meant Slytherin. I was moving it through the air and realized how light it was. It probably couldn't do any damage in the battle field. That's when it decided to cut me. I howled in pain, and dropped it immediately. I glowered at the sword, and it seemingly didn't care. I checked the arrows. They seemed sturdier then I had made them, and feathers had been added. This is beyond strange. I make simple tools, and they come out extremely.well, good. I decided to check the spear for changes. It had changed to a metal spear, and its edges were jagged. It had an eagle feather in its center. I've seen some pretty strange things in my lifetime, but that's freaky. I made simple tools, and they come out to be very extravagant.
I studied my new tools. Now what? Was I done already? I hadn't truly done anything worth calling a test. That's when it happened. It started to rain fire, except the earth didn't catch fire. I felt my skin sear and I got very annoyed. Well it hurt, but I was more annoyed then anything else. A crevice opened and a gust of wind blew throwing me into the crevice before me. The earth sealed itself.
"Little werewolf, it is time for you to pass your sacrament. All has been performed except human spirit, which is the only thing that can get you out of here. You have twenty-four hours starting now," a voice whispered inside my head. Pleasant. Here I am thinking "Hey, this is a breeze" and then I get an actual task. An actual HARD task. So cruel. What did I do to deserve this? Yeah, I chose now to perform the rite, but I was a little ticked off. I'm not angry any more, and now my options are to get out of here or die. How kind. This was perfectly preposterous. Here I am under earth and stone, while my friends are probably fast asleep. I checked my watch. Fifteen minutes had passed. Oh great. I sat here ranting to myself for fifteen minutes. Now I know I'll die.
I used the spear to chip away some of the earth in the way. At the rate I was going, I realized, it would take me a month and a half to get of here and I sooooooooo didn't have that kind of time. I ran my hand along the dirt wall. It was warm, and then I remembered that earth lives, therefore it can also die. I stepped back. "Pyro-ius!" a flame ignited immediately on my command, and the earth burned away along with some roots leaving me in a wall of stone.
The stone was cold and lumpy, I noted when I pressed my hand against it. What kills stone? Duh, nothing. It doesn't live. I got myself quite cross quite quickly as I studied the slab of rock. Water wears it away, but how effective.I moved my hand away to realize the stone was rather powdery and soft compared to the rocks it could have been. "Aquareinus," I said pointing my wand at the surrounding stone. Little by little it wore away. I checked my watch, which is the only muggle trinket my father would let me own. Only fifteen minutes left, and the stone still wasn't gone.
My next obstruction, though, was a wall of fire. "Aquareinus" I said again. The fire writhed and hissed beneath my water blast.
The final thing was a pool of water-above me. I couldn't get rid of it, and I could see the land above me. I ran a hand through it. I checked my watch, seven minutes. Oh blast it all. I'd have to swim.up. I leveled my foot unto a clod of dirt and moved my body upwards towards the water, once I was fully in it held me. I swam upwards and finally I pulled myself out of the water. I checked my watch a final time. Had I come out of there one second later, dead I would have been dead. And no one would be able to find me. I fell asleep where I lay.