Alronohare
"Ron," came a voice from across the common room. Ron turned to see Ginny, ready for bed, in her lavender PJs, but not in bed.
"What is it, Gin? I'm in the middle of a match with Harry." Ron replied, motioning to the chessboard between them.
"I couldn't sleep, and then one of the girls wanted to hear a story. Well, I thought of a story, but you tell it better. Can you come up and tell it?" She asked.
"WHAT? Gin, your 14! You don't need bedtime stories! And not that story for sure!"
"What story?" Asked Harry. If Ron knew to which story she was referring with out her naming it, it must be a common classic.
Ron wasn't listening to him though, and didn't answer. "Fine, I'll tell the story, you know I can't say no to you. But I'm not going upstairs and you're only hearing the first part! I can't tell the entire thing in a night!"
Ginny dashed upstairs to her dorm and came back followed by several fourth years, some sleepy eyed, some not. They settled on the floor with pillows around Ron's chair and one darkly muttered to Ginny, "This better be worth it!" Ginny just smiled in anticipation.
"Little whelps." Ron grunted with a side-ways glance at Harry.
Getting on with the task he'd set out to do, Ron cleared his throat, and began to speak.
"6000 years ago the world had not been born. Only heaven existed. But then the fallen angel Lucifer fell from his golden flight, taking one third of the angels in heaven with him. One of those fallen to become demons was named Alronohare. This is the first adventure of his many tales..."
For hours Ron wove the tale. Harry, who had only been listening because he no longer had a chess-partner, was entranced in the odd telling. The Griffindors in the common room ceased their pre-owl studying and listened intently.
Alronohare had been an angel unhappy in heaven. He had hated the fact that they could never claim the right to be, well, unhappy. Ten human years into the war he turned to support Lucifer.
When Lucifer was defeated, he fell to hell with the rest of them and began a job as a torture giver, then did his job dutifully until the heaven wars began.
The heaven wars were nasty things. Bloody, painful, and ruthless to the core. Alronohare fought and killed many angels during that time.
The climax of the story was when the final clash of heaven and hell bent Alronohare against his oldest friend, a quirky angel by the name of quick wing. They fought viciously, slashing and cutting. Memories of their good times flying by their eyes, causing them to water in regret. With no feeling in their robotic movements they battled for hours. After an eternity, both took the last blows they could, Quick Wing collapsed dead. No more blood could he lose. Alronohare won, and screamed in rage.
"To lose a friend I did not need is one thing! God! Lucifer! You shall nay fight any longer!" Ron spoke for Alronohare. "With his will, he broke between the fighting pair! Holding them both at sword-point, they were both at his mercy. 'Stop your useless fighting. I have just killed my most precious! The only one who was dear to me is dead at my hand! From this I have grown and learned! We fight over the newest realm of earth; we each wish to expand our territory! LEAVE IT BE! Let it's people decide their own lives! Let them be free when we are bound! Set this place to be a neutral ground all can walk upon! STOP THIS NEEDLESS WAR!' Alronohare cried. 'The last thing either side needs is more to fight over! Be happy with what we have!' and god said that Alronohare was wise.
God and Lucifer came to an agreement that morning, held at sword- point to twin blades held by the fox demon: To keep earth as the middle ground between heaven and hell. Both races, angel and demon would be welcome on it's soil, and both would have one representative on it at all times. Such was the deal they made.
Alronohare was happy to end the fighting. And gladly took the job of the demon representative. He settled into the role quickly, roaming the planet slowly, and watching as the human race began to rise. He thought his great purpose was over. Thought it was.
But demons always have one purpose, and his was not complete. His purpose was not even close to being revealed. He would find this out, when one day he met a woman. He had no idea that this simple mortal, aged 26, would come to mean so much to himself, 1,458 years her senior. She would be the first to wrack his known world to its roots.
So concludes the first tale of Alronohare, the demon guardian of the human race." Finished Ron. Harry suddenly realized his bone-dead tiredness. Looking at the clock, it was almost one in the morning.
Amidst a crowd, Ron was helping herd everybody to bed. "Hey, Ron." Yawned Harry. "When's the next part?" Everyone stopped to listen. Ron noticed, and sighed.
"This is what I get for telling it in the common room, Saturday night good for everyone?" murmurs flew through the crowd. "Good." Harry didn't think he'd ever wanted Saturday to come so fast.
"Ron," came a voice from across the common room. Ron turned to see Ginny, ready for bed, in her lavender PJs, but not in bed.
"What is it, Gin? I'm in the middle of a match with Harry." Ron replied, motioning to the chessboard between them.
"I couldn't sleep, and then one of the girls wanted to hear a story. Well, I thought of a story, but you tell it better. Can you come up and tell it?" She asked.
"WHAT? Gin, your 14! You don't need bedtime stories! And not that story for sure!"
"What story?" Asked Harry. If Ron knew to which story she was referring with out her naming it, it must be a common classic.
Ron wasn't listening to him though, and didn't answer. "Fine, I'll tell the story, you know I can't say no to you. But I'm not going upstairs and you're only hearing the first part! I can't tell the entire thing in a night!"
Ginny dashed upstairs to her dorm and came back followed by several fourth years, some sleepy eyed, some not. They settled on the floor with pillows around Ron's chair and one darkly muttered to Ginny, "This better be worth it!" Ginny just smiled in anticipation.
"Little whelps." Ron grunted with a side-ways glance at Harry.
Getting on with the task he'd set out to do, Ron cleared his throat, and began to speak.
"6000 years ago the world had not been born. Only heaven existed. But then the fallen angel Lucifer fell from his golden flight, taking one third of the angels in heaven with him. One of those fallen to become demons was named Alronohare. This is the first adventure of his many tales..."
For hours Ron wove the tale. Harry, who had only been listening because he no longer had a chess-partner, was entranced in the odd telling. The Griffindors in the common room ceased their pre-owl studying and listened intently.
Alronohare had been an angel unhappy in heaven. He had hated the fact that they could never claim the right to be, well, unhappy. Ten human years into the war he turned to support Lucifer.
When Lucifer was defeated, he fell to hell with the rest of them and began a job as a torture giver, then did his job dutifully until the heaven wars began.
The heaven wars were nasty things. Bloody, painful, and ruthless to the core. Alronohare fought and killed many angels during that time.
The climax of the story was when the final clash of heaven and hell bent Alronohare against his oldest friend, a quirky angel by the name of quick wing. They fought viciously, slashing and cutting. Memories of their good times flying by their eyes, causing them to water in regret. With no feeling in their robotic movements they battled for hours. After an eternity, both took the last blows they could, Quick Wing collapsed dead. No more blood could he lose. Alronohare won, and screamed in rage.
"To lose a friend I did not need is one thing! God! Lucifer! You shall nay fight any longer!" Ron spoke for Alronohare. "With his will, he broke between the fighting pair! Holding them both at sword-point, they were both at his mercy. 'Stop your useless fighting. I have just killed my most precious! The only one who was dear to me is dead at my hand! From this I have grown and learned! We fight over the newest realm of earth; we each wish to expand our territory! LEAVE IT BE! Let it's people decide their own lives! Let them be free when we are bound! Set this place to be a neutral ground all can walk upon! STOP THIS NEEDLESS WAR!' Alronohare cried. 'The last thing either side needs is more to fight over! Be happy with what we have!' and god said that Alronohare was wise.
God and Lucifer came to an agreement that morning, held at sword- point to twin blades held by the fox demon: To keep earth as the middle ground between heaven and hell. Both races, angel and demon would be welcome on it's soil, and both would have one representative on it at all times. Such was the deal they made.
Alronohare was happy to end the fighting. And gladly took the job of the demon representative. He settled into the role quickly, roaming the planet slowly, and watching as the human race began to rise. He thought his great purpose was over. Thought it was.
But demons always have one purpose, and his was not complete. His purpose was not even close to being revealed. He would find this out, when one day he met a woman. He had no idea that this simple mortal, aged 26, would come to mean so much to himself, 1,458 years her senior. She would be the first to wrack his known world to its roots.
So concludes the first tale of Alronohare, the demon guardian of the human race." Finished Ron. Harry suddenly realized his bone-dead tiredness. Looking at the clock, it was almost one in the morning.
Amidst a crowd, Ron was helping herd everybody to bed. "Hey, Ron." Yawned Harry. "When's the next part?" Everyone stopped to listen. Ron noticed, and sighed.
"This is what I get for telling it in the common room, Saturday night good for everyone?" murmurs flew through the crowd. "Good." Harry didn't think he'd ever wanted Saturday to come so fast.