Leaving Illusions Behind
Written by Li Cruz
Chapter One: The Summons
Author Notes:
I know this is completely different from the original. But it makes a little more sense.
Li Cruz (rantermaster@yahoo.com)
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Nine black-robed people stood holding candles around a rune circle. The circle simmered with the white powder. The nine chanted in another language. The tenth person came forth with chalice in hand and poured blood on the white powder. The circle began to hum with power. There was a barely detectable pause in the chanting.
In the shadows, Peter Wormtail, with a body slung over his shoulder, watched in fascination. He had forgotten his task when he first heard the chanting. Peter shivered in both fear and anticipation. He knew what they were trying to do.
The chalice bearer lifted the cup in his right and in his left he held a whip. The chanters stopped. The wind began to howl and the torches splutter. Only the candles being held remain steady.
"I call forth one to serve. I call forth one of power to crush enemies. A geas upon thee until thine sentence is served. Through the gates of Hell, I command thee to appear before me!" The chalice bearer flicked his whip and hit the ball of energy. The ball exploded.
Peter was slammed against a tree, dropping the body. The body gave a faint moan. The chanters and chalice bearer were all out but with many burns.
Two beings stand in the center of the charred blood circle. One seemed to be made of complete shadows. The other composed of the white light. The entity of light gazed around with an indifferent gaze before disappearing into the night.
The shadow entity frowned as it reached out with tendrils of power. Dark intent it could feel from most. With a flick of power, it healed the worst of the injuries the ones who summoned it. Then it felt something. Someone was injured severely. It felt the warning of importance that this person played. It sighed.
The shadow walked into the shadows to examine the person. The shadow hissed. The man was barely alive. The long gashes were deep and covered his arms and at least one leg. His ribs had been broken and luckily missed puncturing a lung. The shadow carefully wrapped his power around the man to stabilize any broken bones it had missed.
It stood up, the man now floating behind him. It needed a place to rest and allow it to tend the man. Closing its eyes, it willed itself and the man to travel in the realm of shadows. Luckily it faded into the shadows just as Peter woke up.
It watched Peter's panicked reactions with slight amusement. Peter looked everywhere for the man whom the shadow had with him. But suddenly there were voices coming from the far side of the clearing. Peter without a thought transformed into a rat and sculled into the forest. The shadow's eyebrow slowly rose. It had been told human couldn't do anything like transformations, but then again, it was really told the truth. It, without a thought, feed the man some of its energy for his body to heal. It settled down to watch these new humans to see if it could find a place to hide.
It watched for about fifteen minutes as the new humans moved around. They destroyed the circle and restored the clearing to its natural state. The black robed people were carried away. Finally three men walked quite close to its hiding place. The portly middle-aged man seemed to blame the tall white beard as a one-legged man listened.
For a moment, the one legged man looked directly at it before listening to the two converse. The shadow smiled, knowing the man with one leg and magic eye didn't see him as a threat. It listen to the conversation more closely.
"They were not Death Eaters, Minister Fudge."
"Doesn't matter, Headmaster Dumbledore. They summoned a demon!"
"Two demons, Minister, two." The one-eyed man interjected.
The one they called Headmaster Dumbledore looked at the other patiently. Minister Fudge was choking in frustration.
"What in the world are you talking about, Auror Moody?" Fudge spluttered.
"Well, there are two magical signatures. One stable. The other changes every moment…"
"What?! We must track them down immediately!"
"Why would a magical signature change from one moment to the next?" Dumbledore stroked his beard, his eyes twinkling as he peered into the forest. The shadow tensed for a moment before relaxing as the old man nodded slightly in its direction. It obviously was in no danger of capture. Fudge continued.
"Well, what about the Potter boy? Won't he be in danger of getting attacked by these demons?" He asked, though to the shadow, it sounded like the Minister would have wanted that.
"No, Minister. Harry Potter's home is the safest place to be in this area." Moody emphasized the word safest.
"Indeed, it is. Now Fudge…" Dumbledore gently guided the Minister away.
When the Minister and the Headmaster was far enough away, the Auror look directly into the shadows where the shadow and his patient was. The shadow came far enough out of the realm of shadows to look him straight in the eye. The Auror nodded in acknowledgement.
"You know where you're to go?" He whispered gruffly.
The shadow nodded.
"I don't know why we should trust you, but even I feel we should. Now go to Number Four Privet Drive."
The shadow gave a slight salute before fading back into the shadows. Moody watched the darkness for a moment before returning to deal with the Muggles who summoned the demons.
The shadow found the house with little problem. He quickly snuck into the basement through the window. The man was easy to slide in. The shadow looked around. The basement was rather odd. The room seemed split in two. One side was some sort of lab. Luckily the other side was just boxes which the shadow easily moved around to make a hiding place for its patient. Taking out old blankets found in a box, it made a place for the man to lie on. After making sure the man didn't croak suddenly, it explored the lab side. It spotted under the stairs plenty of bandages hidden under the stairs. It quickly dismissed the rest of the lab, for all the bottles there were some sort of personality altering drugs that it recognized.
The shadow shuddered slightly as it tended the man.
'Why would someone need such things?'
It sat back to watch the man's chest move up and down. It causally tilted its head to listen for those living up stairs. The natural shadows had whispers of some dark event that was to happening. Taking a sniff, it smelled air tainted with fear and tension. As it moved up the basement stairs, something flittered just behind it. It felt a prick of a needle. It nearly fell off the stairs.
It jumped silently down, feeling odd. It managed to pull the dart off as it staggered into the hiding place. It held the dart close to its face before throwing it away. The dart was full of a tranquilizer. Unable to resist the drug, it fell into unconscious.
Yugi woke up, dazed. The dream had been odd. He had seen through the eyes of someone else. Yugi shook his head to clear his head. The plane ride must be the cause of the odd dream. Yugi looked over at his companions. Marik, Rashid, and Grampa were sleeping still. Bakura was deep in a book. Yugi tested his link to Yami and found his asleep as well. Yugi sighed. Yugi hoped they'd arrived in England soon.
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Next on Leaving Illusion Behind:
Chapter Two: Of Blood and Shadows
Written by Li Cruz
Chapter One: The Summons
Author Notes:
I know this is completely different from the original. But it makes a little more sense.
Li Cruz (rantermaster@yahoo.com)
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Nine black-robed people stood holding candles around a rune circle. The circle simmered with the white powder. The nine chanted in another language. The tenth person came forth with chalice in hand and poured blood on the white powder. The circle began to hum with power. There was a barely detectable pause in the chanting.
In the shadows, Peter Wormtail, with a body slung over his shoulder, watched in fascination. He had forgotten his task when he first heard the chanting. Peter shivered in both fear and anticipation. He knew what they were trying to do.
The chalice bearer lifted the cup in his right and in his left he held a whip. The chanters stopped. The wind began to howl and the torches splutter. Only the candles being held remain steady.
"I call forth one to serve. I call forth one of power to crush enemies. A geas upon thee until thine sentence is served. Through the gates of Hell, I command thee to appear before me!" The chalice bearer flicked his whip and hit the ball of energy. The ball exploded.
Peter was slammed against a tree, dropping the body. The body gave a faint moan. The chanters and chalice bearer were all out but with many burns.
Two beings stand in the center of the charred blood circle. One seemed to be made of complete shadows. The other composed of the white light. The entity of light gazed around with an indifferent gaze before disappearing into the night.
The shadow entity frowned as it reached out with tendrils of power. Dark intent it could feel from most. With a flick of power, it healed the worst of the injuries the ones who summoned it. Then it felt something. Someone was injured severely. It felt the warning of importance that this person played. It sighed.
The shadow walked into the shadows to examine the person. The shadow hissed. The man was barely alive. The long gashes were deep and covered his arms and at least one leg. His ribs had been broken and luckily missed puncturing a lung. The shadow carefully wrapped his power around the man to stabilize any broken bones it had missed.
It stood up, the man now floating behind him. It needed a place to rest and allow it to tend the man. Closing its eyes, it willed itself and the man to travel in the realm of shadows. Luckily it faded into the shadows just as Peter woke up.
It watched Peter's panicked reactions with slight amusement. Peter looked everywhere for the man whom the shadow had with him. But suddenly there were voices coming from the far side of the clearing. Peter without a thought transformed into a rat and sculled into the forest. The shadow's eyebrow slowly rose. It had been told human couldn't do anything like transformations, but then again, it was really told the truth. It, without a thought, feed the man some of its energy for his body to heal. It settled down to watch these new humans to see if it could find a place to hide.
It watched for about fifteen minutes as the new humans moved around. They destroyed the circle and restored the clearing to its natural state. The black robed people were carried away. Finally three men walked quite close to its hiding place. The portly middle-aged man seemed to blame the tall white beard as a one-legged man listened.
For a moment, the one legged man looked directly at it before listening to the two converse. The shadow smiled, knowing the man with one leg and magic eye didn't see him as a threat. It listen to the conversation more closely.
"They were not Death Eaters, Minister Fudge."
"Doesn't matter, Headmaster Dumbledore. They summoned a demon!"
"Two demons, Minister, two." The one-eyed man interjected.
The one they called Headmaster Dumbledore looked at the other patiently. Minister Fudge was choking in frustration.
"What in the world are you talking about, Auror Moody?" Fudge spluttered.
"Well, there are two magical signatures. One stable. The other changes every moment…"
"What?! We must track them down immediately!"
"Why would a magical signature change from one moment to the next?" Dumbledore stroked his beard, his eyes twinkling as he peered into the forest. The shadow tensed for a moment before relaxing as the old man nodded slightly in its direction. It obviously was in no danger of capture. Fudge continued.
"Well, what about the Potter boy? Won't he be in danger of getting attacked by these demons?" He asked, though to the shadow, it sounded like the Minister would have wanted that.
"No, Minister. Harry Potter's home is the safest place to be in this area." Moody emphasized the word safest.
"Indeed, it is. Now Fudge…" Dumbledore gently guided the Minister away.
When the Minister and the Headmaster was far enough away, the Auror look directly into the shadows where the shadow and his patient was. The shadow came far enough out of the realm of shadows to look him straight in the eye. The Auror nodded in acknowledgement.
"You know where you're to go?" He whispered gruffly.
The shadow nodded.
"I don't know why we should trust you, but even I feel we should. Now go to Number Four Privet Drive."
The shadow gave a slight salute before fading back into the shadows. Moody watched the darkness for a moment before returning to deal with the Muggles who summoned the demons.
The shadow found the house with little problem. He quickly snuck into the basement through the window. The man was easy to slide in. The shadow looked around. The basement was rather odd. The room seemed split in two. One side was some sort of lab. Luckily the other side was just boxes which the shadow easily moved around to make a hiding place for its patient. Taking out old blankets found in a box, it made a place for the man to lie on. After making sure the man didn't croak suddenly, it explored the lab side. It spotted under the stairs plenty of bandages hidden under the stairs. It quickly dismissed the rest of the lab, for all the bottles there were some sort of personality altering drugs that it recognized.
The shadow shuddered slightly as it tended the man.
'Why would someone need such things?'
It sat back to watch the man's chest move up and down. It causally tilted its head to listen for those living up stairs. The natural shadows had whispers of some dark event that was to happening. Taking a sniff, it smelled air tainted with fear and tension. As it moved up the basement stairs, something flittered just behind it. It felt a prick of a needle. It nearly fell off the stairs.
It jumped silently down, feeling odd. It managed to pull the dart off as it staggered into the hiding place. It held the dart close to its face before throwing it away. The dart was full of a tranquilizer. Unable to resist the drug, it fell into unconscious.
Yugi woke up, dazed. The dream had been odd. He had seen through the eyes of someone else. Yugi shook his head to clear his head. The plane ride must be the cause of the odd dream. Yugi looked over at his companions. Marik, Rashid, and Grampa were sleeping still. Bakura was deep in a book. Yugi tested his link to Yami and found his asleep as well. Yugi sighed. Yugi hoped they'd arrived in England soon.
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Next on Leaving Illusion Behind:
Chapter Two: Of Blood and Shadows
