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The Planting of the Seed
---------------------------------------------------------------------------- ------------------------------------------- James looked at Beaoden with a confused face and said, "Ascend?" Beaoden quickly answered saying, "You have been taken from your, human, life and are now on a higher plan of existence, as we are." "What I want is to go back to Hogwarts," James quickly replied. Beaoden frowned and said, "I'm sorry, but that is impossible. You are no longer one of them, but are now one of us. We have never made contact with your former people since we ascended. And we shall never do so, for it would taint man's slow progression toward ascension for man as a species." "Then why did you make me ascend?" James asked in a frustrated tone. "We partly wanted also to see how man would deal with ascension." James grew slowly angry and said, "So I'm an experiment then?" "No, you are here for your traits, not for being tested on." Beaoden said.
"We must meet with the council soon," he added.
Beaoden stood up, bowed towards James and walked out of the room. That conversation exceeded only in increasing his confusion.
Why can't I go back to Hogwarts? Why did they choose me? Why can't I ever see Hermione again?
These questions tumbled around in James's head as put on the clothes laid out for him on his bed. The clothes were very elegant and artistical in design. It was a soldier's uniform that he could see, but it was customized for his use. It had a light, leather-like armor on it. The armor was decorated with designs of his fall and of him ascending into this new world. James felt surprisingly good when he put the clothes on. The uniform felt warm and secure. He felt that he could take on a hundred dementors. James left his room and walked into a large hallway with many people walking around, looking at him as he past by them. James could see the council just ahead of him. He walked to the council and took a seat. The members of the council stared at James as he sat down and then took their seats as well.
"Welcome to this council James O'Connell," Beaoden said loudly.
There were 12 council members all together sitting, looking at James, waiting for him to say something. James nervously looked around and said,
"Thank you Beaoden, it's a pleasure to be here."
James felt that Beaoden knew that he was lying, but he didn't show that he did.
"Please tell the council what you told me what you wanted to do." Beaoden said.
James's hairs stood on end as he said, "I'd like to go back to Hogwarts."
The council broke out into whispers. James felt like he was under a magnifying glass.
"Why do you wish to go back to your limited life?" asked a 5 ft 7in. council member. "I'd like to be with my friends and finish my learning of magic," James replied.
Several council members started chuckling like what James said was a joke. Another council member stood up wearing a similar uniform to James's and said, "I believe that if he wishes to, that he should be able to return to his home." The other council members broke out into whispers yet again acting as though the thought of returning James home was heresy.
The council meeting continued on mostly with council members arguing with each other about whether or not to allow James to return home. James stayed quiet during most of the rest of the meeting. When the meeting ended, the council member who had defended James's wishes earlier walked up to James and said, "Hello, I'm Theosar." Theosar had long, blonde hair, and was about as tall as James. James shook Theosar's hand and said, "I'm James. Thanks for defending my case back there at the meeting."
Theosar smiled and said, "I believe that with the war coming to your
people, we should step in to help protect your people."
"I think that we can take care of Voldimort ourselves," James said.
"I don't mean Voldimort, I mean the growing army of dementors,"
Theosar said in an urgent tone.
The Planting of the Seed
---------------------------------------------------------------------------- ------------------------------------------- James looked at Beaoden with a confused face and said, "Ascend?" Beaoden quickly answered saying, "You have been taken from your, human, life and are now on a higher plan of existence, as we are." "What I want is to go back to Hogwarts," James quickly replied. Beaoden frowned and said, "I'm sorry, but that is impossible. You are no longer one of them, but are now one of us. We have never made contact with your former people since we ascended. And we shall never do so, for it would taint man's slow progression toward ascension for man as a species." "Then why did you make me ascend?" James asked in a frustrated tone. "We partly wanted also to see how man would deal with ascension." James grew slowly angry and said, "So I'm an experiment then?" "No, you are here for your traits, not for being tested on." Beaoden said.
"We must meet with the council soon," he added.
Beaoden stood up, bowed towards James and walked out of the room. That conversation exceeded only in increasing his confusion.
Why can't I go back to Hogwarts? Why did they choose me? Why can't I ever see Hermione again?
These questions tumbled around in James's head as put on the clothes laid out for him on his bed. The clothes were very elegant and artistical in design. It was a soldier's uniform that he could see, but it was customized for his use. It had a light, leather-like armor on it. The armor was decorated with designs of his fall and of him ascending into this new world. James felt surprisingly good when he put the clothes on. The uniform felt warm and secure. He felt that he could take on a hundred dementors. James left his room and walked into a large hallway with many people walking around, looking at him as he past by them. James could see the council just ahead of him. He walked to the council and took a seat. The members of the council stared at James as he sat down and then took their seats as well.
"Welcome to this council James O'Connell," Beaoden said loudly.
There were 12 council members all together sitting, looking at James, waiting for him to say something. James nervously looked around and said,
"Thank you Beaoden, it's a pleasure to be here."
James felt that Beaoden knew that he was lying, but he didn't show that he did.
"Please tell the council what you told me what you wanted to do." Beaoden said.
James's hairs stood on end as he said, "I'd like to go back to Hogwarts."
The council broke out into whispers. James felt like he was under a magnifying glass.
"Why do you wish to go back to your limited life?" asked a 5 ft 7in. council member. "I'd like to be with my friends and finish my learning of magic," James replied.
Several council members started chuckling like what James said was a joke. Another council member stood up wearing a similar uniform to James's and said, "I believe that if he wishes to, that he should be able to return to his home." The other council members broke out into whispers yet again acting as though the thought of returning James home was heresy.
The council meeting continued on mostly with council members arguing with each other about whether or not to allow James to return home. James stayed quiet during most of the rest of the meeting. When the meeting ended, the council member who had defended James's wishes earlier walked up to James and said, "Hello, I'm Theosar." Theosar had long, blonde hair, and was about as tall as James. James shook Theosar's hand and said, "I'm James. Thanks for defending my case back there at the meeting."
Theosar smiled and said, "I believe that with the war coming to your
people, we should step in to help protect your people."
"I think that we can take care of Voldimort ourselves," James said.
"I don't mean Voldimort, I mean the growing army of dementors,"
Theosar said in an urgent tone.