Sandy~Here goes chapter three!
Vicky~This is in normal POV
Sandy~And we STILL dun own it, though we wish we did...::pout::
Vicky~We do, however, own OC's and this particular plot! ^_^
Sandy~...Oh well...I guess that's SOMETHING!
~Chapter Three~
...The fires are calling me...
...They tell me of a strange being that is connected to me in some way...
Peculiar visions have been forming in my mind. They tell me of a soul that is pure and...dangerous in its own way...
It calls to me like nothing I've ever known. Like a beacon of light...Yet I cannot understand what it says to me...
I, Draco Malfoy, am not like other wizards. I am...a bit special.
You see, us Malfoys come from a long line of elegant, mystical people.
Elves.
No, not those phony elves that people say work for that muggle myth, Santa or whatever his name is.
And we're DEFINITELY not house elves, don't even THINK that.
We are a special kind from an ancient, dead, land. A land unknown to wizard-kind.
My people are not that easy to spot. Most mistake us to be veelas or sirens. Because of the platinum blonde hair and eyes.
But, on every elf's sixteenth birthday, their appearance changes and their elven powers and senses come into play.
I turned sixteen on May 9th of 1995, during my fifth year at Hogwarts. My ears became pointed and irregularly shaped. My hair grew long and my eyes went from electric blue to quick silver. My skin became more fair, yet stayed pale. My body grew tall and lean and agile. Quite nice, actually...
I cast at least four glamour charms a day just to keep my regular appearance. The one everyone was used to seeing.
...But it was so much more difficult to hide the new magic. Elves have many different kinds of magic than normal wizards.
...That's why Father was so hard on me. His side of the family is where I get my elven traits. Mother never liked it, coming from the Black family. But, she only found out after I was born. By then, both my parents had joined with Voldemort, and that madman of a Dark Lord forbade her to kill the heir to the Malfoy fortune.
To make it worse, the elven magic in the Malfoy line...sort of skipped my father. He never did come into his powers. Something about some mutation in the bloodline. Too many purebloods.
When he married, he hadn't expected to have any children with any elven blood. Unfortunately, I had to be the special one.
When I was born, it was determined that I was not just elven, but royal. From the family line. I was born under an star from elf folklore, said to hold the spirit of Odeon, the king of said species.
My father was furious since I had "taken what was his". He beat me alot, but the powers I had as a child healed me instantly. He hated me for what I was and what I could become...
From the day I came into this world, I had been promised to Voldemort. As not only a gift, but a slave. So he could use my power to take over. But...Not everything always goes as planned...
I was to get the Dark Mark this summer. To prove my allegiance to Voldemort.
But Draco Malfoy serves no one.
I refused and ran off before they could catch up. With Father being in Azkaban, that made my chances of escaping alot better. But, I still have many after me...
I now choose the side of light. I cannot stand in my father's-...In Lucius' shadow any longer. He was no father to me. Just a trickster that pulled the wool over my eyes.
...I am Draco Malfoy, of the Millarcan elves.
...I am Heir to Odeon, the Elven King...
...And I must find this foreign voice...
~End of Chapter Three~
Vicky~This is in normal POV
Sandy~And we STILL dun own it, though we wish we did...::pout::
Vicky~We do, however, own OC's and this particular plot! ^_^
Sandy~...Oh well...I guess that's SOMETHING!
~Chapter Three~
...The fires are calling me...
...They tell me of a strange being that is connected to me in some way...
Peculiar visions have been forming in my mind. They tell me of a soul that is pure and...dangerous in its own way...
It calls to me like nothing I've ever known. Like a beacon of light...Yet I cannot understand what it says to me...
I, Draco Malfoy, am not like other wizards. I am...a bit special.
You see, us Malfoys come from a long line of elegant, mystical people.
Elves.
No, not those phony elves that people say work for that muggle myth, Santa or whatever his name is.
And we're DEFINITELY not house elves, don't even THINK that.
We are a special kind from an ancient, dead, land. A land unknown to wizard-kind.
My people are not that easy to spot. Most mistake us to be veelas or sirens. Because of the platinum blonde hair and eyes.
But, on every elf's sixteenth birthday, their appearance changes and their elven powers and senses come into play.
I turned sixteen on May 9th of 1995, during my fifth year at Hogwarts. My ears became pointed and irregularly shaped. My hair grew long and my eyes went from electric blue to quick silver. My skin became more fair, yet stayed pale. My body grew tall and lean and agile. Quite nice, actually...
I cast at least four glamour charms a day just to keep my regular appearance. The one everyone was used to seeing.
...But it was so much more difficult to hide the new magic. Elves have many different kinds of magic than normal wizards.
...That's why Father was so hard on me. His side of the family is where I get my elven traits. Mother never liked it, coming from the Black family. But, she only found out after I was born. By then, both my parents had joined with Voldemort, and that madman of a Dark Lord forbade her to kill the heir to the Malfoy fortune.
To make it worse, the elven magic in the Malfoy line...sort of skipped my father. He never did come into his powers. Something about some mutation in the bloodline. Too many purebloods.
When he married, he hadn't expected to have any children with any elven blood. Unfortunately, I had to be the special one.
When I was born, it was determined that I was not just elven, but royal. From the family line. I was born under an star from elf folklore, said to hold the spirit of Odeon, the king of said species.
My father was furious since I had "taken what was his". He beat me alot, but the powers I had as a child healed me instantly. He hated me for what I was and what I could become...
From the day I came into this world, I had been promised to Voldemort. As not only a gift, but a slave. So he could use my power to take over. But...Not everything always goes as planned...
I was to get the Dark Mark this summer. To prove my allegiance to Voldemort.
But Draco Malfoy serves no one.
I refused and ran off before they could catch up. With Father being in Azkaban, that made my chances of escaping alot better. But, I still have many after me...
I now choose the side of light. I cannot stand in my father's-...In Lucius' shadow any longer. He was no father to me. Just a trickster that pulled the wool over my eyes.
...I am Draco Malfoy, of the Millarcan elves.
...I am Heir to Odeon, the Elven King...
...And I must find this foreign voice...
~End of Chapter Three~