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A/n-I'd like to thank all those of you who reviewed my story. Here it is: The Sins of the Fathers, part I.
Chapter 23
"Professor, I need a favor from you."
Dumbledore looked up from his crystal ball and saw Harry barging into his office. He quickly waived his right hand over the crystal ball, making the figure inside it disappear.
"Harry," Dumbledore said, looking surprised. "What are you doing here, shouldn't you be at lunch."
Harry quickly walked over to his desk, looked Dumbledore straight in the eyes and said, "This is more important."
Dumbledore looked down at his crystal ball, then back up at Harry.
"Besides, I'm still a little nauseous, thanks to that potion you gave me," Harry added.
"I'd love to help you Harry, but now isn't a very good time," Dumbledore finally spoke up. "I was in the middle of a very important conversation, plus the teachers want me to help with the Halloween decorations. Can we reschedule for tomorrow maybe?"
"I really need to know about this now," Harry said. "Please."
Dumbledore sighed once, and nodded. "Very well, but let's make this quick," he said.
"I'd like to tell me all about Memoritia," Harry said, getting straight to the point. Normally he would probably start the conversation with something else. He would ask how Dumbledore was feeling, or tell him about his experience with the potion, or even ask him about Voldemort; but not this time. Harry was supposed to leave this evening to place he knew nothing about, and he was determined to get as much information about it as he could.
"Why would you want to know about that?" Dumbledore asked, giving Harry a penetrating stare.
"It's very important," Harry said. "Please trust me."
Dumbledore nodded and said, "Alright."
He got up, walked over to the bookshelf in his office and started looking through the many books that were there.
"A long time ago," he said, while he was searching. "There was an explorer named Sebastian Toah. He traveled to many lands trying to find out all about the different types of magic's in the different continents. After a trip to Africa, he came back to Europe and wrote a poem, entitles: 'Memoritia'."
Dumbledore picked a book off the shelf, opened it to a certain page and placed it on the table so Harry could see it.
Harry looked down at the book, and sure enough, the poem that Dumbledore was just talking about, was right there on the page. It read:
Tears of god
Breath of Ragnorak
Alone and forgotten the precious ones lay
Protected and trapped
For alone they must stay
For if disturbed, harmed, or saw
The disturber, harmer, or seer
Will become a precious one
Alone and forgotten
Protected and trapped
In the breath of Ragnorak
In the tears of god.
"So what does this mean?" Harry asked, as he looked up from the poem.
"I have no clue Harry," Dumbledore responded. "I heard that ever since Sebastian returned from Africa, he became a bit of a kook. After he wrote the poem, he lost his mind completely. Because of that, many people disregarded this poem, as a hallucination of mind."
Dumbledore picked up the book and looked over the poem again. "I however believe that there is a fine line between genius and insanity, and I believe that he crossed this line after writing this poem."
"But you have no idea what it means?" Harry asked.
"Absolutely none," Dumbledore said.
Harry nodded and said, "Thank you." He turned on his heal and was about to leave, when Dumbledore stopped him.
"Wait Harry," He called. "Why did you want to know about this poem so much?"
"I'll tell you, when I find out," Harry responded. "Good bye." With that he left his office, and headed straight to his next class, leaving a confused Dumbledore behind.
Harry waited until everyone left the common room before he snuck out of the castle. It didn't take long, being that everyone wanted to go the Halloween feast so badly.
Harry waited a half an hour before actually leaving the common room. He wanted to make sure that he wouldn't run into anybody on his way out of the castle. That and the potion that he took two days ago, was giving him a temporary migraine at the time.
Harry didn't encounter anyone in the halls while heading out of the castle, not even the ghosts. 'They must all be at the Halloween dinner,' Harry thought.
The stars were shining beautifully that night. The moon glowed brightly, and the weather was perfect. It wasn't warm, but it wasn't cold either. It was kind of unusual this time of the year for Hogwarts, but Harry wasn't complaining.
"There he is," Harry said to himself as he approached the forbidden forest. He saw a white light shine from within the forest, and automatically knew that that light belonged to the unicorn.
'You are late!' The unicorn chastised as soon as he saw Harry.
Harry frowned a little. 'I had to make sure not to get caught.'
'Come,' the unicorn said in Harry's mind. 'We have much that we need to do.'
'Where are we going?' Harry asked.
'I told you, we are going to a place called memoritia.'
'I know that. What I meant was; what is memoritia? I've never heard of it. And is it really here in school.'
'No it is not.' The Unicorn said, as he started walking into the forbidden forest. 'It is in a different realm. There are only three known entrances to that realm from this one. One of them is here.'
'Does anyone else know about this 'other realm'?' Harry asked as he started following the unicorn.
'Many unicorns and centaurs know of it, but I am not sure if the humans know.' The unicorn answered. 'However, it may be possible that the ones who made the school knew about it. Maybe that was why they decided to build the school here. We may be able to find out about that tonight.'
Harry nodded.
'Can I ask you something else?' Harry asked.
The unicorn mentally sighed. 'What is it?' He said, with what seemed like distaste.
'Do you have a name I can call you?' Harry asked.
'Call me what you whatever you wish!' The unicorn mentally growled.
Harry made a small leer. "Yeah, and there are something's I'd like to call you right now," Harry mumbled to himself.
The unicorn sighed again. 'My peers call me Karwyn,' He said.
'Karwyn? Okay.'
The two walked in silence for nearly two hours, when Karwyn finally stopped and turned his face towards a rather large tree.
'We are here,' he said.
Harry looked around for a second. 'Where?' He asked. 'I don't see anything.'
'Look towards the direction that I am facing,' Karwyn responded.
Harry looked at the tree. 'I still don't see anything.'
'Those that do not know of this location, do not believe it exists. Look harder, and believe that the entrance is here, and you will see it.'
Harry narrowed his eyes and concentrated on the tree. 'I still don't see anything,' Harry mentally sighed.
'Well it doesn't matter, it is there. Just walk through the center of the tree, and you will be taken to the forgotten realm.'
''Forgotten realm'? Is that what it's called?' Harry asked.
'Yes,' Karwyn responded. 'Now, we must move quickly, we do not have much time left.'
'Okay,' Harry nodded. He looked over to the center of the tree, took a deep breath and started to walk towards it.
"This is just like platform nine and three quarters," Harry said to himself as he came closer to the tree.
Harry closed his eyes held his breath as he approached the entrance. He continued walking expecting to hit the tree, but he never did. Instead, all he felt was a very bright light flashing in his eyes. He opened his eyes for a second to see where he was, but because the light was so bright, he was once again forced to close his eyes.
'Karwyn? Are you there?' Harry mentally called out.
'I am right beside you,' Karwyn responded.
'I can't see a thing, what is this light, and what am I supposed to do? Where exactly am I supposed to go now,' Harry asked.
'This is a field of lost souls trying to escape the forgotten realm, and get into your realm. Because there are so many of them at the same place, you see an extraordinary amount of light. Just walk straight and you'll get out soon.'
'Lost soul?' Harry questioned as he started walking. 'That phrase is so familiar to me, but for some reason, I can't remember what it means.'
'A lost soul, is a soul that is forced to wander the earth, eternally suffering. They can never find peace, they can never feel warmth; the only that they can do is, remember the most painful feelings that they experienced in life, and mentally experience those horrible experiences in their mind, over and over, and over, for all eternity. It is the worst thing that can happen to anyone.'
'How come there are so many here?' Harry asked.
'That is what we are going to find out,' Karwyn replied. 'You can open your eyes now,' he added.
Harry slowly opened his eyes. There was still a lot of light, but it didn't hurt his eyes anymore.
Harry and Karwyn slowly walked to the edge of the light.
'This is it,' Karwyn said. 'The second we step out of this light, we will be in the forgotten realm, get ready.'
Harry nodded and took out his wand.
'You won't need that,' Karwyn said.
'Why not?' Harry looked over at Karwyn quizzically.
'Try to use it and find out for yourself.'
Harry waived the wand, muttered a few words, and nothing happened.
"That's odd," Harry said to himself. He tried one more time, and once again nothing happened.
'What's going on?' Harry asked.
'There are so many lost souls in the forgotten realm. And having so many in one place interferes with magic, and therefore negates it,' Karwyn informed.
'So I can't use any magic?' Harry said, sounding mentally shocked.
'I'm sure that there are some parts of the forgotten realm where the lost souls are not so many. You will be able to use some magic there, but it will probably be very weak.'
'So what you're saying is-'
'Enough talk,' Karwyn interrupted. 'We have a long way to go, let's stop wasting time and start moving already!'
'Fine.'
The moment Harry stepped out of the bright light, he was immediately struck down by the immense cold of the forbidden realm. After being in the forbidden realm for a second Harry started shivering. He put his arms around himself trying to stay warm. The temperature there felt like it was nearly twenty below zero, and all Harry was wearing was his Hogwarts robes and a cloak. What made it even worse the rain that was falling down on the ground, and completely soaking Harry's entire body after only a few seconds. Harry put his hood on, but that didn't help protect him from the rain at all. For this rain wasn't like the one he was used to in England. This rain fell at three times the speed and about five times the abundance, as in England. It felt more like you were standing under a waterfall, than under the rain.
'I think we came at a bad time!' Harry mentally shouted, trying to drown out the incredibly loud sound the rain was making.
'It's never a good time here,' Karwyn replied. 'It rains eternally!'
Harry's eyes widened a bit. 'Why didn't you tell me this before? I would've brought an umbrella or something!'
'It must have slipped my mind,' Karwyn replied, with a hint of satisfaction in his [mental] voice. 'Come on! Get on my back, I will take us to memoritia.'
Harry slowly climbed onto Karwyn's back.
'Hang on tight,' Karwyn said, as soon as Harry climbed on.
'Hang onto what?' Harry asked.
However, before he could get an answer, he was thrown back. Karwyn took off at a blinding speed, almost knocking Harry off his back. Harry barely managed to put his arms around Karwyn's neck, to keep from falling off.
Harry had always wondered what it would be like to ride a unicorn. He always heard a lot of stories (mostly from girls), about how fun, and exciting it is. However, now that Harry actually experienced it, he confirmed that everything he was told, was a lie. Karwyn went so fast that Harry had to hold on with all of his strength, just so he wouldn't fall off. The ride was very bumpy, and Karwyn made at least three swift turns, which almost threw Harry off. Aside from that, the rain was falling on Harry's face, and the cold wind was blowing hard, making Harry's face completely numb. The ride last for about two hours, which in Harry's opinion, were the longest two hours of his life.
'There it is,' Karwyn said as made an abrupt stop in front of a cave.
Harry thankfully got off and faced the direction of the cave. 'Is this it?' He asked.
'Yes let's go,' Karwyn replied as headed inside the cave.
Eager to get out of the rain, Harry followed Karwyn inside.
'By the way, thank you for making the ride so smooth,' Harry said sarcastically.
'If you want to blame someone for your discomfort, then I suggest you blame yourself. You came late, and then you wasted even more time with your silly questions. I had to go faster to conserve time,' Karwyn retorted.
Harry gave him a small glare.
'Anyway, lost souls are not permitted in here, you will now be able to use all the magic you want,' Karwyn informed.
Harry immediately dug out his wand and made some bluebell flames in front of him. He put away his wand came closer (a little too close) to the fire.
'Let's go,' Karwyn said, after letting Harry warm himself up for about two minutes. 'We do not have anymore time to waste.
'Alright,' Harry said.
"Lumos." The tip of Harry's wand lit up giving him a little light. 'Lead the way.'
Harry and Karwyn walked around in the cave for a few minutes before they arrived at a lake. Only this wasn't a normal lake. This lake looked silver. Harry looked at the water. "Pensieve?" He said slowly.
'Memoritia is across this lake,' Karwyn said, snapping Harry out of his thoughts. 'Use your magic to get across. Be careful though, if you fall in this lake, then you will be forever lost in memories.'
'Right,' Harry nodded. 'Here I go.'
"Kazenio!" Harry shouted. A small whirlwind appeared around Harry's feet and picked him up off the ground. 'I'll see you soon,' Harry said.
'Don't worry about that, I will be with you mentally,' Karwyn replied.
'Right.' Harry stirred the whirlwind across the lake.
The lake was much longer than Harry had expected it to be, but Harry was able to make it across safely.
Harry walked for a few more minutes, until he spotted what he was searching for; He saw a white light emanating from what looked like a wormhole. "This must be it," Harry said to himself. "This must be memoritia."
Without a second thought Harry quickly jumped inside the wormhole.
Harry slowly opened his eyes, and started looking around his new surroundings. He was surprised when he saw exactly where he was. He was standing in front of, what looked like a podium, and beneath him a few thousand men and women were seated.
"Er…sorry, but…I really don't know how I got here, and I'll get off right now," Harry started stuttering.
None of the people in the room made a sound.
Harry frowned for a second. "Hey! Can anyone hear me?" Harry yelled out.
Still no one answered.
'This is just like that time with the pensieve,' Harry thought to himself. 'This place must be some kind of memory.'
Immediately the groups' attention turned to the left side of the podium. Harry looked over to see what everyone was staring at, and saw a young well built man, no older than twenty walking over towards the podium. He had short blond hair and was wearing a red suit and white pants. Everyone in the room stood up and saluted the man.
'He must be someone really important,' Harry thought as he continued to closely watch the man. 'He seems really young though.'
"Hello," the man said gently. "Please be seated."
Everyone in the room quietly sat down.
"What is going on here?" Harry thought out loud.
The man at the podium pushed a button and immediately a giant holographic image appeared in front of the podium.
'Wow!' Harry thought. 'These guys have really advance technology.'
"I'm sorry to say," the man began. "That the enemy has captured Spiral Tower, the last magical monument of our modern world."
The holograph immediately started showing a picture of an old and very large tower.
"That tower!" Harry cried. "I remember seeing it before. When Karwyn was taking me to here. I saw that tower. Only it was covered in fog at the bottom."
Harry cupped his face and started thinking. 'Is there a connection?'
"If we give our enemy any more time, then their mages will be able to harness all the magic that spiral tower has," the man continued. "And if they are able to do that…" The hologram of Spiral Tower started shrinking, until it was nothing more than a dot on the globe of the earth. The dot that was Spiral Tower started glowing, while the rest of the earth started decrepitating. "Then the whole world is doomed to an eternal winter."
The hologram disappeared. "Ladies and gentlemen, we have been fighting this war for three long and hard years. Throughout this time many innocent civilians have suffered. As the king of the world, I am able to feel their pain. The pain of parents who had to bury their children; the pain those that died; and the pain of our enemies, who like us, are just fighting for what they believe in.
"And even with all of this pain inside of me, I am still forced to ask you this.
"This is the most crucial battle that we will ever fight. There will be many casualties. So before I send you off to war, I must ask you-" The king looked at his people for a second. "Are you willing to give up your lives, for your people?"
Immediately, every single man and woman in the room stood up and saluted the king.
The king smiled and chuckled a little. "Thank you."
"So that man is the king, and he's sending his people off to war?" Harry said.
Suddenly the entire room started fading away.
"What's going on?" Harry cried. "Am I going into another memory?"
The room started fading faster, and started being replaced by a different one. Only this time, it wasn't a regular room.
Harry immediately bundled himself up from the coldness of the new location. He looked around and realized that his new location was a maze that was made completely out of ice.
The walls were very high, there were many sets of stairs, leading to empty black holes; some of them were even upside down. Harry had no idea where he was. 'Am I supposed to get through this maze?' He thought to himself.
'Precisely,' a voice said in Harry's head.
'Karwyn!' Harry mentally called out. 'Is that you?'
'Yes,' Karwyn answered. 'I have been monitoring your progress all this time.'
'Could you hold one a second?' Harry took out his wand and made a few bluebell flames to warm himself up. 'Okay, now can you tell me what that was all about?'
'Just now, you and I were in a memory,' Karwyn replied. 'This is an ancient civilization that lived millions of years ago. They had many powerful magicians, and some of the most gifted scientists.'
'No wonder their technology seemed so advanced?' Harry commented.
'Yes it was. Their technology and magical powers were far superior to what we have now. Unlike the foolish humans we have today, the humans back then were able to co-exist with themselves and with their environment without any problem. They had long ago outlived energy sources that polluted their planet and were enjoying many years of prosperity. They were kind to all creatures, from the tiny ant, to the powerful dragon. They were never prejudiced by mere physical appearances or capabilities of others. They simply combined all their talents, and used them for the benefit of-'
'Okay, okay,' Harry interrupted. 'I see what you're trying to tell me. How do you know all that anyway?'
'Because I saw the memories of the king.'
'You…saw…his memories?'
'Yes, that is the true power of memoritia; to see any memory you want, even the memories of things yet to come.'
'But how is that possible?' Harry asked.
'I do not know, but maybe we can find that answer in one of the memories here.'
'Can I ask you a question,' Harry started.
'Make it fast.'
'The tower that I saw on the holographic projector looked exactly like the tower that I saw on the way here. If they had a Spiral Tower there, and I saw the same tower here, then does that mean-'
'Yes,' Karwyn interrupted. 'This is what has become of their glorious world, and all the lost souls you see here, are what's left of their people.'
Harry face turned white from shock. 'NO, HOW DID THAT HAPPEN?'
'That is what we came here to find out, let's move further.'
Harry took a moment to calm down. After he was feeling a little more composed, he looked around the giant ice maze. 'Where am I supposed to go?' Harry asked. 'There are so many stairs and passageways.'
'Open your mind, and trust that the memories will guide you.'
'Easy for you the say,' Harry remarked. 'You're not the one freezing.'
'Enough talk, you must go quickly! Take the stairs to your left!'
Harry look over at the stairs. 'They lead to a black hole,' He said.
'Not a black hole, a memory.'
'Okay,' Harry said. 'I trust you Karwyn.'
'One more thing,' Karwyn said. 'If you see the king, concentrate on his sword. Use all your will to keep every inch of that sword in your memory.'
'Why?'
'Trust me.'
'Okay.' Harry ran up the stair (carefully so he didn't slip on the ice), and as soon as he came close to the black hole, the entire ice maze started to fade away. It was quickly replaced by another memory.
Harry found himself in front of an army of hundreds of thousands (maybe even millions) of men and women. He looked around and once again saw the king in front of the army.
"Today is the day, that we will take back Spiral Tower form the people of outer space!" The king shouted. "They have been living in space so long that they have forgotten who gave birth to them in the first place! Mother earth, our mother, their mother, and the mother of every living creature, has become nothing more to them than a means of achieving their twisted ambitions! I ask you, how many of you would let your mother die?"
The army started chanting and hailing.
"Then let us set out, to defend our mother from our brothers; but do not forget, that they are our brothers, be careful!"
"Hail, king Helios!" The army chanted.
"I am sending them to their deaths," the king said to himself.
The army started marching away from the king. Some got into fighter planes, others into giant tanks (or at least that's what it looked like to Harry, the technology was so advanced that he did not understand what some of the weapons were).
"Sire," a man of around twenty, said as he appeared in front of the king. "Our men seem willing, but will their might be enough to stand against the mages of the enemy?"
"I will lead our own army of mages and deal with theirs," the king responded.
The young mans eyes widened when he heard this. "But sire, you are the king-"
"And as the king," the king interrupted. "I serve the people, they don't serve me. A leader who is willing to sacrifice his people, but is not willing to sacrifice his own life, is nothing more than a butcher, remember that general."
The young general looked into the king's eyes for a minute and then said, "You're doing this because of Theolis aren't you?"
The king sighed and said, "I am doing this for my people; but you must understand, Theolis was my best friend. It is just very hard to bear, knowing that he is the leader of the enemies."
"San jo chinsi ki," the young general said. "O ni ye ni chinsi ki."
"Sori," the king responded.
Harry was completely surprised. Not by the fact that the two people were speaking in a different language; they were a completely different civilization, Harry even expected them to speak a different language. What he was surprised by, was the fact that he could understand everything they just said.
The General said: "You be careful, and I will also be careful."
And the king responded by saying: "Good luck."
"What is going on here!" Harry cried.
'Karwyn, is there an explanation for this?'
'Explanation for what?' Karwyn asked.
'Why can I understand their language?'
'You mean you understood what they said?' Karwyn asked with what seemed like shock in his mental voice.
'Yes,' Harry responded. 'Didn't you?'
'No I didn't,' Karwyn said.
He sighed once and said, 'Don't worry about it though, I doubt we'll ever figure this out if we try to think about it, just remember to keep your concentration on the king's sword when he uses it.'
'Right,' Harry nodded. "But why is it that I can understand a completely different language. A language that I never even heard of?"
Harry looked around and saw the king heading inside of what seemed like a large dome. "Well, if I want to concentrate on the king's sword, I'll have to follow the king," Harry said to himself as he followed the king inside the dome.
The king [along with Harry] stepped inside an elevator, and pushed the button for the top floor. In mere moments the elevator stopped and opened its doors. Harry stepped out and realized that he was standing outside of the dome. Harry looked around some more and realized that he was thousands of feet from the ground. He was able to see clouds right beside him. 'Wow! Their technology is really advanced.'
"Ladies and gentlemen!" The king called out. Harry looked around and saw the same group of people that he saw in the previous memory. The only difference was the way they were dressed. In the previous memory, they all had nice suits and dresses on; here, most of them were wearing robes, and had staffs in their hands.
'Are they the mages that the king was talking about before?' Harry wondered.
"The first attack wave is heading out, but as we all know they will not stand a chance against the mages. Their battle will be a diversion for us to knock out their mages. If we are successful, then we may win back Spiral Tower, and turn this war back in our favor. This will be a very dangerous mission, but I am confident we will succeed, because we are fighting for our planet, and our people! Remember that you are fighting for your loved ones, and you will never be defeated!"
All the people there started cheering.
"Let's move out!"
The king and all the mages started hovering higher into the air.
"Hey wait for me!" Harry shouted. He took out his wand and was about to cast a wind spell, when he noticed that he too was hovering after the king.
The king and all the mages stopped in front of what looked like metal boards (one mage in front of each board). 'What are these things?' Harry wondered.
"Have you rigged the jet boards like I asked you to?" The king shouted.
"YES SIR!" All the mages responded enthusiastically.
The king and all the mages stepped onto the jet boards. Most of them got down on all fours, while other kneeled down on the boards.
"Then let's go!" The king shouted.
Immediately, the back of all the jet boards started to ignite, and the boards started soaring through the air with blinding speed.
"We will take the long way around the battle!" The king shouted. "That way, we'll get there after the battle has started!"
"YES SIR!" All the mages responded.
The king and all the mages directed their jet boards lower towards the clouds.
"Here they come!" The king shouted as he saw a few fighter plane headed in there direction.
The plains started firing what looked like some kind of laser beams towards the king and the mages. The king and the mages directed their jet boards away from the fire.
One of the male mage waived his staff and a black fog came from his staff and headed towards where the plains were. The lasers immediately stopped firing.
A female male waived her staff and sent a huge fireball towards the direction of the black fog.
The king and all the mages directed their jet boards even lower to keep them safe from what was about to come.
As soon as the fireball connected with the fog, it erupted into a huge explosion.
"That takes care of them!" The female mage shouted.
"There were too few of them to compromise a full attack!" A male mage shouted back. "They must have been scout planes. We must be careful. If they sent a message to their main force, then they'll be expecting us!"
"Don't worry!" the king assured. "I doubt they had enough time to do that!"
Sure enough, the king was right. Throughout the rest of their trip, they did not encounter any more enemies.
"There it is!" the king pointed to an area with a lot of smoke. "Looks like their mages have been doing their jobs well!
"Descend!"
All of the mage guided their jet boards lower, until they were under the clouds.
The sight was a horrible. Many of people that were fighting had been killed. The tanks, and fighter planes were all nothing but debris.
"This is terrible!" One of the female mages cried.
"Watch out!" Another female mage yelled. There was a huge beam of red light heading towards them. All he mages dodged it and ascended higher into the clouds.
"That was no ordinary laser blast!" One of the male mages yelled. "That was a magic blast. Their mages are really powerful!"
"True!" The king responded. "They're probably using the magic of Spiral Tower to boost their own. But don't forget, great power leads to overconfidence! They will let their guard down, and allow us to give them that little surprise we planned!"
"Little surprise?" Harry said to himself. "What could it be?"
"There it is!" The king shouted. "Spiral Tower!" And sure enough a large tower could be seen from where they were flying.
"This is it!" the king shouted as he took out his sword.
Harry looked over. "That's it!" he gasped. "That's the sword!"
The sword shined beautifully as if it were made of platinum. It had jewels all over, and the handle was made of pure gold. Harry immediately started memorizing every aspect of the sword. For the rest of the memory, he did not take his eyes off it.
"Let's GO!"
All the mages got their staffs ready, and ascended even higher.
"Here they come, get ready!" The king shouted.
And sure enough, something was coming. This was a barrage of red beams, each as big as the one they saw a few moments ago. The enemy mages must have spotted them.
"NOW!" the king yelled.
All the mages raised their staffs and started chanting.
As soon as the red beams of light were close to the king and mages, they were blocked by an invisible wall.
"That's it!" The king shouted.
Another barrage of red beams started flying at them, but once again the mages were able to block them.
"Sire!" One of the male mages yelled. "They're much stronger then we expected. I'm not sure how much longer we can hold off their power!"
"Just a little bit more!" The king yelled back. "Don't forget what, and who you're fighting for!"
Another barrage came at them, and once again they were able to block.
"We won't be able to hold out much longer," the king said to himself. "This plan has to work, or else we're all doomed."
The king and the mages got close enough to the tower to see the enemies that were there.
Sure enough, they were all mages dressed in robes, each chanting the same phrase: "Ancient spirits of spiral tower, please give us eternal power!"
"Are those the enemy mages?" Harry said to himself.
Each of the enemy mages started glowing red.
"They're getting ready for another barrage!" Harry cried.
The red lights shot out and headed directly for the king and the mages.
Once again the mages were able to block the attack. Only this time, it came with a price. About one third of the mages on the jet boards have exhausted their powers, and ended up passing out and falling off.
"If they're attacked one more time they're finished," Harry said to himself.
"Ancient spirits of spiral tower, please give us eternal power! Ancient spirits of spiral tower, please give us eternal power!" the enemy mages continued to chant. Once again their bodies started glowing red. They were about to attack again.
"NOW!" the king shouted.
Immediately, the king and all of the remaining mages jumped off their jet boards and hovered high into the air.
The enemy mages fired at the hovering mages.
Many of the remaining mages were hit and killed, but a good number were able to avoid the blasts.
The jet boards that the king and the mages jumped off of headed directly towards the enemy mages.
The enemy mages each powered themselves up, and each shot a beam of red light (not as big as the ones before, because they didn't have enough time to power up) at the jet boards that were flying towards them.
The second the beams hit the jet boards, all of them made a huge explosion which completely engulfed all of spiral tower.
The king and the mages were high up in the air, and were able to avoid the explosion.
The mages of spiral tower were not so lucky, however. They took the full explosion, and were all killed.
"That was a great plan sire!" one of the male mages gleamed. "Hiding powerful explosive inside a simple old jet board. Who ever thought that a children's toy can be so powerfully dangerous."
"They were just as dangerous to us as they were to them," the king replied calmly. "If one of the mages blasts penetrated our shield, and hit one of the boards, then all of us would have been killed by the explosion." The king turned to all the other mages. "I am very proud of all of you, you have done very well. Now all we have to do is help our army defeat the enemy army." The king raised his sword. "Let's move out!"
"Not so fast Helios!" An unknown voice called out.
The king and the mages looked over and saw a man with jet black hair, around the same age as the king hovering towards them.
"Theolis!" The king gasped. He turned to his mages and said, "Go down and help our troops, I'll take care of this!"
Immediately, the atmosphere started to become fuzzier.
"It looks like this memory is over," Harry said to himself.
The scenery started disappearing, and in its place, a huge ice-filled room appeared.
Harry once again began shivering from the cold.
He looked around and saw that there were no more mazes. He was just standing in a giant room. The room was so big, that you would be able to fit two Hogwarts castles inside it.
Harry continued looking around and saw another black hole on the other side of the room. "That must be the next memory," Harry said to himself, as he started heading towards it.
'Stop right there!' Karwyn said mentally. 'Do not leave this room.'
'Karwyn,' Harry said, with a hint of surprise in his mental voice. 'Why, what's wrong?'
'Have you memorized every aspect of the sword?' Karwyn asked.
'Yeah, I have.'
'Good,' Karwyn replied. 'Now close your eyes, and concentrate on that memory.'
Harry did as he was told.
'Use that memory to form the sword in your hands,' Karwyn continued.
Harry concentrated as hard as he could. He remembered every single detail of the sword; the shining metal, the beautiful jewels and the golden handle. Then he pictured himself holding the sword, and before he knew it, he was holding the same sword that the king was holding in the memory.
'Is this good?' Harry asked.
'Perfect,' Karwyn replied. 'You now wield the sword of the king: The sword of Helios.'
'What's so special about this sword?' Harry asked.
'This is a magic sword that was passed down in the royal family of the civilization that you just saw. It was considered the most powerful weapon in the world.
'The only catch was that only a being with royal blood was able to wield it, no one else.'
'That's very nice; but if only a royal could wield it, then that means it's useless to me right?'
'Normally yes, but you are in memoriti-'
Before Karwyn could finish what he was about to say, his voice was drowned out by what sounded like an earthquake.
The ground underneath Harry started shaking heavily. Harry had to use all of his balance, just to keep from falling.
'Get ready,' Karwyn said. 'The battle has begun!'
A/n-Sorry to cut here, but as you can obviously see, I couldn't make 'The sins of the fathers' just one chapter, it was just too long. I'm still not quite finished with the others, but I will be soon. SORRY. r/r
