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"Not me, that!" said Merlin as he pointed at the Dark mass. "It's the Cover of Darkness, the worst of all Dark Arts shielding charms. Created by the Dark Lord Sracon, it was used very effectively against the forces of Light during the Dark Ages. The Cover of Darkness is fueled by every dark or evil thought. The only way to counter the Shield is by using the opposite feelings and thoughts against that shield. Any spell could used to destroy that as long as woven within the spell is Love, kindness, and more."
Looking at Harry cursing the barrier, he continued.
"Every spell, hex, jinx, curse and charm have emotions and feeling interwoven into it," explained Merlin. "That's why pain increases when one use a spell with anger and hatred."
"But what does this have to do with it?" asked Snape.
"Every thing," answered Merlin. "The Cover of Darkness absorbs the feelings interwoven in the spell to fuel it's own power."
"Oh dear!"
"Yeah!"
"But if this goes on, Harry will certainly fail in the Test of the State of Mind," muttered Max as he looked at Harry cursing the Darkness.
"Can't we help him?" asked Dumbledore although he fully know the answer.
"No, Harry is on his own right now. Other then himself, none is able to help him," said Merlin as he turned his attention back to the screen. "All we could do now is wait and see."
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Harry cursed under his breath in various languages. A soft and amused voice could be heard in the back of his mind.
'Really colorful languages you used there Potter.'
'What did you expected?'
'Whatever harms an enemy may do to an enemy, or a hater to a hater, an ill- directed mind inflicts on oneself a greater harm,' said Harry's inner self wisely.
'Where on earth did you learnt that!?'
'From the Dhammapada,' answered the voice smugly.
'How may I ask?'
'May I have the pleasure to inform you that you was the one who had read the book, Mister Potter,' answered the voice icily.
'I shouldn't have read that book.'
'Hey! That's our problem.' '...'
'Hey, Harry you know that is the Cover of Darkness?'
'So?'
'What fuels the Cover of Darkness?'
'Hatred, anger, fear, depression, ignorance, greed and wickedness.'
'Page 333, Book of Dark Shields'
Harry mentally flipped through the pages from the book stored within his memory and found what his inner self had told.
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Created by the Dark Lord Sracon, the Shield was made for the purpose to gather all the negative feeling stored with one's soul, mind and heart. It unleashes these feelings in a physical manifestation - as a shield. The shield has the ability to absorb the feelings interwoven with one's spells. If one attempts to walk through this shield, his soul will be removed from within his or her body, practically turning the person into a Walking Dead under the control of the caster.
(Harry gulped and shuddered when he reached this part. He didn't fancy being a minion of Lord Voldemort.)
There is only one known way of destroying this shielding charm. It is to counter it with the opposite feelings, love, calm, courage, hope, wisdom, moderation and goodness. Have all these feelings within you when you cast any spell. The feelings within the spell neutralizes the Dark feelings locked within the Shield, totally destroying the Shield. So be warned, Disciples of the Light.
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Harry ran the words over and over in his mind. Slowly, he calmed his soul and started to focus his mind. Harry held the Sword in front of him and went down onto his knees.
"For love," Harry closed his eyes and whispered and in response, the Sword of Light glowed even brighter. Harry could feel a feeling of magical power surge but now he couldn't care anything more than about his friends.
"For courage," said Harry and this time, his body responded to his call. If Harry had his eyes opened, he would be stunned. For a mystical and holy golden-white glow had surrounded his body, casting a soft hue around the dark underground dungeon.
"For Hope," whispered Harry and immediately, as one, the Sword of Light and the glow that surrounded Harry's body pulsed as one. A wave of light shot fore from the Sword and Harry and across the Realm of Elves, Magical creatures of Light started to struggle from their bonds, trying desperately to reach the source of the Holy Aura that is now radiating from the Tree of Everlasting.
Opening his eyes, Harry stood up and pointed the Sword of Light at the pitch black mass that had blocked his way.
"Castus repagula!" declared Harry and a bolt of pure white light erupted from the sword. Harry was stunned by the immense power of the Holy Bolt. Although he had used the Sword of Light to cast the Holy Bolt before, it had never reach the massive proportion of power like it had now.
*Ah, congratulations, Lord of Light, for destroying the Cover of Darkness,* came Merlin's wise and yet amused voice.
'High time for you come and find me,' snapped Harry angrily. 'Whenever I need your help, you seem to disappear. What in the name of Hades you are up to?'
*All will be revealed in due time,* Merlin answered.
'Yeah! Like that will ever happen,' muttered Harry darkly.
*Now keep moving. I understand that you will want to stay in the Land of the Elves for some discussion about the on coming war with Tom Marvolo Riddle and his minions. *
Harry smiled at the last statement. It had never ceased to amaze him on how Merlin and Max read his mind and intentions. Despite Merlin's tendency of reading his thoughts, Merlin still respected his wish of keeping some of his thought and deeper secrets unknown to others.
Harry moved forward into the room and recognised it as the Elf prison. Along the long corridor, were cells which were used to hold convicted prisoners. But now, Harry found members of the Elf Royal family and his friends. But worse, the bars, which held the royalties, weren't steel bars but made of bone. Clearly the power of Necromancy had been used. Holding the Sword of Light in front of him, Harry declared.
"By the Power of the Light, destroy these bars of bones which defiled this land of Holiness. Remove the shackles of death sent upon these innocent Elves. I command you, Power of the Un-holiness, release those held within your shackles!"
Instantly, a bright flash of light spread out from the Sword and moments later, disappeared. Along with it went the bones, which held the prisoners captive. Harry moved forward and discovered that the life force of every one in the room was dangerously low.
'Merlin! I sense that something is very dangerous here.'
*Harry! What's the big problem?*
'The life force of the royal family is very low,' Harry stated bluntly.
*WHAT!?*
Harry winced at Merlin's shout.
'Hey! Don't shout! My mind will hurt.'
*That's not my problem!*
'Your have a way with words, don't you Merlin?'
*Enough talking, Harry. Tell where you found them and what was near them?*
'I found them in the prison under the Tree of Everlasting.'
*What did you find?*
'Well just some bones which had imprisoned them.'
*Oh, god,* whispered Merlin.
'Don't tell me...'
*Yes, apparently Tom Riddle has mastered the second part to become a fully fledged Necromancer.*
'First summoning part, now the Bone and Poison part?'
*Yes, now the last part left for him to master is the Immortality part.*
'Hey, wait a minute. Didn't you say that a Necromancer understand the true meaning of life and death and accepts it as part of life?'
*Yes, but Tom Marvolo Riddle had been poisoned by the desire to become an immortal, and further more, he is not of a strong mind. The mysterious art of Necromancy is powerful, yes, but with it, come a price. The price of the lost of one's sanity. If Tom Riddle do become fully fledged Necromancer, he will become a puppet under the Burning Legion.*
'But what about Danrguai who had fought again three Prime Evil brother during the Great War in the Realm of Eratio?'
*Danrguai practiced Necromancy all by himself, his steel will made it possible for him to master the art of Necromancy. Without supplement power to fuel him, his mastery can truly reached the top. Secondly, he was the one chosen by the mysterious art of Necromancy.*
'I don't understand,' Harry said bluntly.
*The art of Necromancy moves around the realms. It's something like our own Order of Light, always searching for the right person at the right time to master their lost arts. But the Burning Legion doesn't, it just finds someone who are ruthless and heartless to control. After opening the link to provide power, they give the person the choice between Necromancy and Elementals. Most are deceived by the Burning Legions words that Necromancy is better then Elemental.*
'But Lord Voldemort knows about this doesn't he?'
Merlin's answer was some how amused.
*After you joined the Order of Light, since when you addressed Tom Riddle as Lord Voldemort?*
'A slip of tongue. Now we have been wasting time, how do I restore their life force, O Great Merlin, Father of Modern magic.'
*Hey! You know that I hate that title!*
'Then be quick and tell me about the way of restoring their life force!'
*There is only one known way, the Restoration.*
TBC...
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A note from your mischievous Author:
Heehee, actually, I don't want to stop here but I read too much of Ruskbyte's stories and have decided to leave all of you on a cliffhanger. If you truly want to know what in the name of Hell is Restoration, stay tuned! A word of thanks to all my reviewers. They are:
----------- Cerberis: Thanks!
Angelis: Thanks! I'm glad to know that you hadn't forgot about my story!
Mistri: Thanks!
Ran: Thanks!
chaser: Thanks!
Oyne: Sure! If not, I would be doing a sequel!
Arizosa: Thanks!
valeries26: Thanks!
Fire Mistress: Thanks
-----------
So long folks!
See you!
Yours truly,
BloodRedSword
"Not me, that!" said Merlin as he pointed at the Dark mass. "It's the Cover of Darkness, the worst of all Dark Arts shielding charms. Created by the Dark Lord Sracon, it was used very effectively against the forces of Light during the Dark Ages. The Cover of Darkness is fueled by every dark or evil thought. The only way to counter the Shield is by using the opposite feelings and thoughts against that shield. Any spell could used to destroy that as long as woven within the spell is Love, kindness, and more."
Looking at Harry cursing the barrier, he continued.
"Every spell, hex, jinx, curse and charm have emotions and feeling interwoven into it," explained Merlin. "That's why pain increases when one use a spell with anger and hatred."
"But what does this have to do with it?" asked Snape.
"Every thing," answered Merlin. "The Cover of Darkness absorbs the feelings interwoven in the spell to fuel it's own power."
"Oh dear!"
"Yeah!"
"But if this goes on, Harry will certainly fail in the Test of the State of Mind," muttered Max as he looked at Harry cursing the Darkness.
"Can't we help him?" asked Dumbledore although he fully know the answer.
"No, Harry is on his own right now. Other then himself, none is able to help him," said Merlin as he turned his attention back to the screen. "All we could do now is wait and see."
-----------------------------------------
Harry cursed under his breath in various languages. A soft and amused voice could be heard in the back of his mind.
'Really colorful languages you used there Potter.'
'What did you expected?'
'Whatever harms an enemy may do to an enemy, or a hater to a hater, an ill- directed mind inflicts on oneself a greater harm,' said Harry's inner self wisely.
'Where on earth did you learnt that!?'
'From the Dhammapada,' answered the voice smugly.
'How may I ask?'
'May I have the pleasure to inform you that you was the one who had read the book, Mister Potter,' answered the voice icily.
'I shouldn't have read that book.'
'Hey! That's our problem.' '...'
'Hey, Harry you know that is the Cover of Darkness?'
'So?'
'What fuels the Cover of Darkness?'
'Hatred, anger, fear, depression, ignorance, greed and wickedness.'
'Page 333, Book of Dark Shields'
Harry mentally flipped through the pages from the book stored within his memory and found what his inner self had told.
-----------------------------------
Created by the Dark Lord Sracon, the Shield was made for the purpose to gather all the negative feeling stored with one's soul, mind and heart. It unleashes these feelings in a physical manifestation - as a shield. The shield has the ability to absorb the feelings interwoven with one's spells. If one attempts to walk through this shield, his soul will be removed from within his or her body, practically turning the person into a Walking Dead under the control of the caster.
(Harry gulped and shuddered when he reached this part. He didn't fancy being a minion of Lord Voldemort.)
There is only one known way of destroying this shielding charm. It is to counter it with the opposite feelings, love, calm, courage, hope, wisdom, moderation and goodness. Have all these feelings within you when you cast any spell. The feelings within the spell neutralizes the Dark feelings locked within the Shield, totally destroying the Shield. So be warned, Disciples of the Light.
-----------------------------------
Harry ran the words over and over in his mind. Slowly, he calmed his soul and started to focus his mind. Harry held the Sword in front of him and went down onto his knees.
"For love," Harry closed his eyes and whispered and in response, the Sword of Light glowed even brighter. Harry could feel a feeling of magical power surge but now he couldn't care anything more than about his friends.
"For courage," said Harry and this time, his body responded to his call. If Harry had his eyes opened, he would be stunned. For a mystical and holy golden-white glow had surrounded his body, casting a soft hue around the dark underground dungeon.
"For Hope," whispered Harry and immediately, as one, the Sword of Light and the glow that surrounded Harry's body pulsed as one. A wave of light shot fore from the Sword and Harry and across the Realm of Elves, Magical creatures of Light started to struggle from their bonds, trying desperately to reach the source of the Holy Aura that is now radiating from the Tree of Everlasting.
Opening his eyes, Harry stood up and pointed the Sword of Light at the pitch black mass that had blocked his way.
"Castus repagula!" declared Harry and a bolt of pure white light erupted from the sword. Harry was stunned by the immense power of the Holy Bolt. Although he had used the Sword of Light to cast the Holy Bolt before, it had never reach the massive proportion of power like it had now.
*Ah, congratulations, Lord of Light, for destroying the Cover of Darkness,* came Merlin's wise and yet amused voice.
'High time for you come and find me,' snapped Harry angrily. 'Whenever I need your help, you seem to disappear. What in the name of Hades you are up to?'
*All will be revealed in due time,* Merlin answered.
'Yeah! Like that will ever happen,' muttered Harry darkly.
*Now keep moving. I understand that you will want to stay in the Land of the Elves for some discussion about the on coming war with Tom Marvolo Riddle and his minions. *
Harry smiled at the last statement. It had never ceased to amaze him on how Merlin and Max read his mind and intentions. Despite Merlin's tendency of reading his thoughts, Merlin still respected his wish of keeping some of his thought and deeper secrets unknown to others.
Harry moved forward into the room and recognised it as the Elf prison. Along the long corridor, were cells which were used to hold convicted prisoners. But now, Harry found members of the Elf Royal family and his friends. But worse, the bars, which held the royalties, weren't steel bars but made of bone. Clearly the power of Necromancy had been used. Holding the Sword of Light in front of him, Harry declared.
"By the Power of the Light, destroy these bars of bones which defiled this land of Holiness. Remove the shackles of death sent upon these innocent Elves. I command you, Power of the Un-holiness, release those held within your shackles!"
Instantly, a bright flash of light spread out from the Sword and moments later, disappeared. Along with it went the bones, which held the prisoners captive. Harry moved forward and discovered that the life force of every one in the room was dangerously low.
'Merlin! I sense that something is very dangerous here.'
*Harry! What's the big problem?*
'The life force of the royal family is very low,' Harry stated bluntly.
*WHAT!?*
Harry winced at Merlin's shout.
'Hey! Don't shout! My mind will hurt.'
*That's not my problem!*
'Your have a way with words, don't you Merlin?'
*Enough talking, Harry. Tell where you found them and what was near them?*
'I found them in the prison under the Tree of Everlasting.'
*What did you find?*
'Well just some bones which had imprisoned them.'
*Oh, god,* whispered Merlin.
'Don't tell me...'
*Yes, apparently Tom Riddle has mastered the second part to become a fully fledged Necromancer.*
'First summoning part, now the Bone and Poison part?'
*Yes, now the last part left for him to master is the Immortality part.*
'Hey, wait a minute. Didn't you say that a Necromancer understand the true meaning of life and death and accepts it as part of life?'
*Yes, but Tom Marvolo Riddle had been poisoned by the desire to become an immortal, and further more, he is not of a strong mind. The mysterious art of Necromancy is powerful, yes, but with it, come a price. The price of the lost of one's sanity. If Tom Riddle do become fully fledged Necromancer, he will become a puppet under the Burning Legion.*
'But what about Danrguai who had fought again three Prime Evil brother during the Great War in the Realm of Eratio?'
*Danrguai practiced Necromancy all by himself, his steel will made it possible for him to master the art of Necromancy. Without supplement power to fuel him, his mastery can truly reached the top. Secondly, he was the one chosen by the mysterious art of Necromancy.*
'I don't understand,' Harry said bluntly.
*The art of Necromancy moves around the realms. It's something like our own Order of Light, always searching for the right person at the right time to master their lost arts. But the Burning Legion doesn't, it just finds someone who are ruthless and heartless to control. After opening the link to provide power, they give the person the choice between Necromancy and Elementals. Most are deceived by the Burning Legions words that Necromancy is better then Elemental.*
'But Lord Voldemort knows about this doesn't he?'
Merlin's answer was some how amused.
*After you joined the Order of Light, since when you addressed Tom Riddle as Lord Voldemort?*
'A slip of tongue. Now we have been wasting time, how do I restore their life force, O Great Merlin, Father of Modern magic.'
*Hey! You know that I hate that title!*
'Then be quick and tell me about the way of restoring their life force!'
*There is only one known way, the Restoration.*
TBC...
------------------------------------
A note from your mischievous Author:
Heehee, actually, I don't want to stop here but I read too much of Ruskbyte's stories and have decided to leave all of you on a cliffhanger. If you truly want to know what in the name of Hell is Restoration, stay tuned! A word of thanks to all my reviewers. They are:
----------- Cerberis: Thanks!
Angelis: Thanks! I'm glad to know that you hadn't forgot about my story!
Mistri: Thanks!
Ran: Thanks!
chaser: Thanks!
Oyne: Sure! If not, I would be doing a sequel!
Arizosa: Thanks!
valeries26: Thanks!
Fire Mistress: Thanks
-----------
So long folks!
See you!
Yours truly,
BloodRedSword
