Harry finally opened his eyes, and stared into a pair of shockingly blue
eyes. ~I know those eyes...~
"Callie?" The girl smiled. "I am Callie, Heir of Opalsoul of Fire. I am a Diamond Angel, level six. But here, you must call me Elen. And over there is the Emerald who brought you here; Jecassa. I honor her for bringing us the Heir of Three."
"But Kaili killed me." "Jecassa is the Purifyer who permitted you through. All your evils have been cleansed, and you are no longer Harry Potter, but Astoril. So, she brought you here."
"And Kaili said I was heir to two things, not three."
"Listen to me! Astoril, when you go back to the MortalRealm in our eqivalent of seven years, two hundred will have passed. Voldemort wil have taken over, and your friends will probably join us in a few hours. Without you, the MortalRealm is defenceless. We train here to Make you an Emerald. Now you Are a Pearl Angel, a little above the highest Color Rank, Gold. If you are good enough, when the Heirs of Water and Air get here, you will have gained enough knowledge to become a Diamond Angel."
"Yes, Elen. I hear you."
"You are to go train with Jecassa now. See you." The blonde-haired, brown- eyed angel floated away, leaving Harry to go over to Jecassa, the only angel who really looked like an angel. Her blond hair was pulled gently into a low ponytail, and her wild bangs stood up at odd angles. In her hands, she held a simple braid of flowers. Jecassa hummed a highspirited tune, and her wide blue/green eyes belied wisdom beyond her years. When Harry got to her, she waved her hand to the rock next to her, not even glanceing up. He noticed the empty basket, right before she gestured to it.
"You want me to pick flowers for your braid?" Harry asked, thinking it was a strange request. "There aren't flowers anywhere! How do I get them?" Jecassa merely stared at him. "Ohhhhhhhhhhh. You need me to do a Accio Maximus spell?" She finally smiled at him, and as Harry summoned all the flowers the basket could hold, she said "Please, go over to Fincayri now. She wants to show you how to weave." Jecassa said, so quietly Harry had to strain his ears to hear her. "Come back sometime, will you, please? It gets lonely waiting for the Heirs."
Harry grinned. "Of course I'll come back. :Speech is not always important to maintain a friendship:" Jecassa smiled. "Welcome to the ranks of the Copper Angels. Please, take this." She held out a staff of mistletoe wood. On it was a flowerlike marking.
Fincayri was a Faerie, not a pure angel, but a Human born in the OtherRealm. Her hair was a dark purple, which Harry assumed came with the job. "By Merlin, it's 'Arry Potter 'imself! Come to learn Weavin' from good ole Fincayri, eh? Well, siddown, siddown, I'm no god! Not like stuck-up Galahad over there, bless 'is soul. Works so 'ard, and so lil people pass 'is course and become Bronzes. I'm not tha 'ard to pass. Jus' find the colors, yeh do." Harry sat down, right behind the basket full of wool.
"Yellow, Astoril, there's a good lad."
"Red, thank yeh kindly."
"Well, that's over. Did you learn anything?"
Harry sighed. "Yeah, weaving hurts, and :The colors outside do not matter, but the colors inside:" Then, to his great astonishment, his staff was consumed with orange fire, and under the flower there was a loom, burning bright. "Yer a Garnet now, Astoril! Congrats!"
Yes, Elen is the Spirit Form of Callie the Winged Kneazle. Teaser-
Galahad waved him on, the cracked stone on his mistletoe staff blazing. Harry reflected on all he had learned, from :Speech is not important to maintain a friendship: to his most recent lesson :The best way to protect a thing is to release it: That had been the easiet.
Ja ne! Ashri
20 House points to whoever can guess what Jecassa is so quiet correctly. 20 House points to whoever can guess who Kaili is based on correctly. 40 House points to whoever can guess who many levels of the Angelic Order there are correctly. 90 House points to whoever can guess who the Heirs are correctly.
"Callie?" The girl smiled. "I am Callie, Heir of Opalsoul of Fire. I am a Diamond Angel, level six. But here, you must call me Elen. And over there is the Emerald who brought you here; Jecassa. I honor her for bringing us the Heir of Three."
"But Kaili killed me." "Jecassa is the Purifyer who permitted you through. All your evils have been cleansed, and you are no longer Harry Potter, but Astoril. So, she brought you here."
"And Kaili said I was heir to two things, not three."
"Listen to me! Astoril, when you go back to the MortalRealm in our eqivalent of seven years, two hundred will have passed. Voldemort wil have taken over, and your friends will probably join us in a few hours. Without you, the MortalRealm is defenceless. We train here to Make you an Emerald. Now you Are a Pearl Angel, a little above the highest Color Rank, Gold. If you are good enough, when the Heirs of Water and Air get here, you will have gained enough knowledge to become a Diamond Angel."
"Yes, Elen. I hear you."
"You are to go train with Jecassa now. See you." The blonde-haired, brown- eyed angel floated away, leaving Harry to go over to Jecassa, the only angel who really looked like an angel. Her blond hair was pulled gently into a low ponytail, and her wild bangs stood up at odd angles. In her hands, she held a simple braid of flowers. Jecassa hummed a highspirited tune, and her wide blue/green eyes belied wisdom beyond her years. When Harry got to her, she waved her hand to the rock next to her, not even glanceing up. He noticed the empty basket, right before she gestured to it.
"You want me to pick flowers for your braid?" Harry asked, thinking it was a strange request. "There aren't flowers anywhere! How do I get them?" Jecassa merely stared at him. "Ohhhhhhhhhhh. You need me to do a Accio Maximus spell?" She finally smiled at him, and as Harry summoned all the flowers the basket could hold, she said "Please, go over to Fincayri now. She wants to show you how to weave." Jecassa said, so quietly Harry had to strain his ears to hear her. "Come back sometime, will you, please? It gets lonely waiting for the Heirs."
Harry grinned. "Of course I'll come back. :Speech is not always important to maintain a friendship:" Jecassa smiled. "Welcome to the ranks of the Copper Angels. Please, take this." She held out a staff of mistletoe wood. On it was a flowerlike marking.
Fincayri was a Faerie, not a pure angel, but a Human born in the OtherRealm. Her hair was a dark purple, which Harry assumed came with the job. "By Merlin, it's 'Arry Potter 'imself! Come to learn Weavin' from good ole Fincayri, eh? Well, siddown, siddown, I'm no god! Not like stuck-up Galahad over there, bless 'is soul. Works so 'ard, and so lil people pass 'is course and become Bronzes. I'm not tha 'ard to pass. Jus' find the colors, yeh do." Harry sat down, right behind the basket full of wool.
"Yellow, Astoril, there's a good lad."
"Red, thank yeh kindly."
"Well, that's over. Did you learn anything?"
Harry sighed. "Yeah, weaving hurts, and :The colors outside do not matter, but the colors inside:" Then, to his great astonishment, his staff was consumed with orange fire, and under the flower there was a loom, burning bright. "Yer a Garnet now, Astoril! Congrats!"
Yes, Elen is the Spirit Form of Callie the Winged Kneazle. Teaser-
Galahad waved him on, the cracked stone on his mistletoe staff blazing. Harry reflected on all he had learned, from :Speech is not important to maintain a friendship: to his most recent lesson :The best way to protect a thing is to release it: That had been the easiet.
Ja ne! Ashri
20 House points to whoever can guess what Jecassa is so quiet correctly. 20 House points to whoever can guess who Kaili is based on correctly. 40 House points to whoever can guess who many levels of the Angelic Order there are correctly. 90 House points to whoever can guess who the Heirs are correctly.