Prologue
Power from Sacred Ground
The hallways were dark and deserted. A black figure moved toward a door at the end of the corridor. The hooded shape took out his wand and muttered, "Esperte Conteto." Orange sparks emitted from the wands' tip, and the door opened. The cloaked wizard entered the room which was filled with a dazzling blue light. Draco Malfoy removed his hood and stared up at the orb which was producing the light. It was there before him, at long last. He would now know how to fulfill his lifelong dream of becoming the most powerful sorcerer in the world. Now that his master was dead, it was time to take his rightful place as the galaxy's most feared Dark Lord. The prophesy in this orb held the key, and after months of searching, It was now only too easy to get what he wanted.
Draco's blue eyes swirled in the mist as he concentrated his mind through the center of the orb. He cleared his head of all thought except for the words of the spell. "Mongust, willta, enti-lesto-mahel." The mist went from it's calm sea blue to a violent mixture of fiery orange and red. The breeze which had carried the colors through the space of the black boxed room so serenely turned into gale gusting winds. Draco's hair and clothing blew punishing away from his body, threatening to strip him clean. Yet, he remained firmly planted and cried into the air, "Reveal your prophesy to the Dark Lord's rightful heir!" The winds immediately ceased but the room was still filled with the blinding red light. A voice echoed throughout the room:
"Power is gained and power is lost,
It is a most fickle thing.
The point of sacrifice and creation
Holds the highest power of all.
His greatest enemy's invasion
Upon the other's most sacred ground
Could give the other complete control."
With that, the room went silent and black. Draco's drained body fell to its knees, and he drew his breathes quickly to his lungs. He knew what he had to do, the only problem was how long would he have to wait for the first step to take place? "Soon," a voice inside told him, "They will find each other very soon."
Power from Sacred Ground
The hallways were dark and deserted. A black figure moved toward a door at the end of the corridor. The hooded shape took out his wand and muttered, "Esperte Conteto." Orange sparks emitted from the wands' tip, and the door opened. The cloaked wizard entered the room which was filled with a dazzling blue light. Draco Malfoy removed his hood and stared up at the orb which was producing the light. It was there before him, at long last. He would now know how to fulfill his lifelong dream of becoming the most powerful sorcerer in the world. Now that his master was dead, it was time to take his rightful place as the galaxy's most feared Dark Lord. The prophesy in this orb held the key, and after months of searching, It was now only too easy to get what he wanted.
Draco's blue eyes swirled in the mist as he concentrated his mind through the center of the orb. He cleared his head of all thought except for the words of the spell. "Mongust, willta, enti-lesto-mahel." The mist went from it's calm sea blue to a violent mixture of fiery orange and red. The breeze which had carried the colors through the space of the black boxed room so serenely turned into gale gusting winds. Draco's hair and clothing blew punishing away from his body, threatening to strip him clean. Yet, he remained firmly planted and cried into the air, "Reveal your prophesy to the Dark Lord's rightful heir!" The winds immediately ceased but the room was still filled with the blinding red light. A voice echoed throughout the room:
"Power is gained and power is lost,
It is a most fickle thing.
The point of sacrifice and creation
Holds the highest power of all.
His greatest enemy's invasion
Upon the other's most sacred ground
Could give the other complete control."
With that, the room went silent and black. Draco's drained body fell to its knees, and he drew his breathes quickly to his lungs. He knew what he had to do, the only problem was how long would he have to wait for the first step to take place? "Soon," a voice inside told him, "They will find each other very soon."