A/N: Hey guys might get the next chapter up before January 2nd.

Hopefully, keep your fingers crossed but don't hold your breath. ^_^

No reviews yet, maybe after this chapter.

~Jayden

Harry Potter and the Sword of Kuan Ti

Chapter Two

Din's Forge

      Harry opened his eyes, the nausea was immense. He took a couple of deep breaths then looked around at his surroundings, it was a small room lit by candles.

"Doesn't look like something Voldemort would set up." Harry said quietly to himself. Stacks of books were surrounding a small desk in the corner of the room, Harry noticed several swords, hammers and other various weapons were sitting on racks on the walls. The placed smelled like burning coal and hot steel, the muffled sound of grunts and metal on metal could be heard. Harry realized he was sweating; it was very warm in the small antechamber. A door opened to the side and a small man walked in, oblivious to Harry as he sat in the small desk and began checking things off on a roll of parchment.

"Umm, excuse me..." Harry said in the same tiny voice he used when he met Hagrid six years ago. The small man looked up from the list and a smile crept onto his face, making him look very much like a goblin.

"Ahh, Mr. Potter. We've been expecting you! Welcome to Din's Forge!" he said in a very excited tone. "You're right on time, lad."

Harry looked confused, "On time for what? Where am I?" he asked as the little man moved towards him.

"The first question I will answer later, the second I have already answered." He said pompously, sounding like Percy.

"Elaborate for me." said Harry evenly, trying not to get fired up. The little man chuckled.

"My name is Myr; I am the senior blacksmith in charge here. This place is not a very common place to come by, Mr. Potter. We are in a place called the Farplane; you have been transported here because it is your destiny to save the world from falling into darkness. It is our job to equip and train you for battle." Myr said the last part very seriously.

"Battle? Against who? Voldemort?" Harry was now full of questions.

"Follow me." Myr said plainly, ignoring his questions. Harry obeyed and followed him through a heavy wooden door into the main forge, the room was sweltering hot, trolls and giants slaved over furnaces and anvils. The sound of metal on metal was deafening, Harry noticed that little creatures that looked like house elves were pushing carts of metal around the room to different stations.

"What are those?" Harry yelled to Myr. The tiny man turned around and followed Harry's gaze.

"Those are Deep Gnomes; they have a natural affinity for metal and metalworking. We pay 'em in worthless gems because they love shiny things!" He chuckled at that. But Harry's thoughts turned to Hermione, what would she say?

Myr opened a steel reinforced door; it looked like a huge storeroom inside. Millions of weapons hung on the walls, shields and armor were on shelves and mannequins. Harry was amazed.

"H-how long did it take to make all this?" He asked as he picked his jaw up off the floor. Myr chuckled again,

"You know, kid, Perseus asked the same question when he was here." Harry looked at the small man incredulously.

"Perseus? But he was a myth." He said.

"You think he was a myth. He was here about six thousand years ago; he needed something to defeat the Chimera. I have been serving heroes for about ten thousand years in this place. Gilgamesh, Perseus, Arthur, and now you, Harry Potter."

Myr said the last part with a grin. Harry looked down at his feet and realized he was barefooted,

"I'm not a hero," He said quietly as Myr rummaged through a pile of shields on a shelf.

"Nonsense! You've saved the world at least three times by my count." Myr dropped a shield with a loud clatter.

"But I stumbled into most of those situations, and half the time I bollixed it all up. I'm not a hero, I'm just... lucky."

Harry explained. Myr gave him a fierce look.

"Listen, kid, you aren't the first 'reluctant hero' I had to train. None of them wanted the job, they 'stumbled' into it all too." Myr had Harry cornered. "Now let me try to find that thrice bedamned sword and stop asking so many bloody questions." Myr turned and began walking towards a rack, "I don't make the decisions around here, I just follow them."

Harry shut his mouth and watched Myr search for a few minutes, then he began to look around, Harry walked past countless swords, daggers, and axes. He walked to the end of a shelf and something on it caught his attention. It was the hilt of a sword, the blade was wrapped in cloth but the hilt was beautiful. It was a carved green stone; Harry figured it was jade, in the shape of a Chinese dragon. He picked it up off of the shelf and Myr called to him.

"Ahh, you've found it yourself!" He smiled at Harry as he waddled over. "Come on, lad, we've got to get you trained up so you know how to use that thing." Myr lead him back through the forge and through the small antechamber into a huge, empty room. As they spoke their voices echoed, "What is this place, Myr?" Harry asked.

"This is the training chamber," Myr said simply, "Welcome to your new home for the next year." Harry's eyes widened in shock.

"Year!?" Harry screamed, "I have to be back by three o' clock tomorrow!"

Myr chuckled lightly again, "I knew you would say that, time passes slower here than in the real world. You could spend ten years here and it would only be about ten minutes on your plane of existence."

Harry nodded slightly. Myr grinned, "The fates be damned, you're an easy kid to get along with."

Harry smirked, looking much like his godfather.

"Let's get this over with so I can get back." Harry said.

Myr smiled, "Get ready kid, 'cause this ain't gonna be easy."

Harry took the cloth off the sword; the gleaming blade reflected the low light in the room. Harry held the sword at his side. "I'm ready."

A/N

Well kids, hoped you liked this chapter, I know they come in short bursts but hopefully they'll get longer.

Thanks, love you guys. Oh yeah, and Happy New Year. ^_^

~Jayden