Okay, a couple of things. One, if you haven't read Oy Angelina's Pensieve chapter 1 (at least), go to my favorites and click on that story. No. Read at least chapter one before reading this story. Yes, if you have already read that story it counts.
Two. I am going to be printing her story if I get permission. It's gonna be cool. Now if only we could get an editor...
All right. One more. (Yes, two plus one equals two.) Review the previous chapters. If you have not... turn around. Go to the last chapter you didn't review on. Review. Go through the other chapters, and review so I can get some ego fortification. Look at me. Writing blurps for two people, at max five. How cool is that? Not very. Though the people I am writing to (the two) are remarkably cool. You know who you are.
AS I sit here with a sandwitch made (which was only SLIGHTLY hampered by the frozen pickle jar) I must wonder; is Munster Cheese supposed to be green?
If not, we've solved the mystery of my writing talent...
Chapter 3: Doom and Rebirth
"Yet you seem to be coming on your own, as a warrior in might. Even a wizard must have a weapon, though, as a wand is useless in hand to hand. But I know you are a swordsman, so let us develop that..."
This new cave made the last two seem like junk. The glass sculpting was marvelous, and they were filled with mercury in order to produce a shining affect. And it seemed as if the glass shone on its own, like everything else. They spent hours looking at the intricacies of the statues, and the effect the mercury had on the light was simply astounding. Yet they had to move on. There was no way they could exit this cave in five to ten minutes. Suddenly, this dawned on the party.
"Question: how are we supposed to get out of here in ten minutes when it took us a day to get to the chasm?" Liesel asked.
"I don't know." David said.
"Wouldn't it be prudent to figure this out first, as we need to survive to get the book back?" Liesel asked.
"Sure." David said.
"And wouldn't the orcs who hate us and are trying to kill us be a determent to our escape?" Liesel asked.
"What's your damn point?" David finally turned at her.
"How the hell are we getting out of here with our heads?" She asked.
"A fine question. Here's a better one: how do you expect to keep your head if you keep going on like that?" David was in a bad mood.
"Plus those orcs are going to find a way to get across. We aren't even safe here, what a depressing thought." Amanda said.
"Couldn't we just blast out of the mountain on the other side?" Hermione said.
All four American mages stared at her. "Where the HELL do you think we are?"
"Um... Mt. Everest?" Hermione asked, sarcastic and impatient.
"Dumbass." Liesel muttered, turning away.
"We are in Hall 3, the palace of Life, hence the statues. There is no Mt. Everest within a universe of here. This hall, everything that happened since we left Mt. Everest, it is all patently impossible." David explained. "WE are impossible, and the amount of precious materials in the halls are impossible. The only thing that is not impossible is the book. And the book provides the control for this entire cave, which is infinite in width."
"Oh." Hermione said, and she had a sudden headache.
"Okay, stop trying to think about it. Because it is impossible for you to grasp what is going on. David has a headache, and he's the brightest mind here. James is the only person I know who can handle this infinite talk." Lauren said.
"Wait: We've been doing this wrong all along! The end of the drop should put us at the second entrance James talked about!" Amanda said, looking at the map.
"Well, duh. But unless you feel like dropping fifty miles, how are we gonna get down?" David said.
"Wingardium Leviosa." Liesel said. "No, look. The spell can slow us sufficiently from the distance that we are falling, and we can do that thing, you know, the banishing spell thing, to gain speed. Maybe, just maybe, we can beat the collapse. And we don't have to worry about Orcs!"
"Okay, Liesel, you're the fastest runner. We'll wait here for you. Now: Go!" David turned to everyone else. "Let's wait here."
"Oh. Yes. The trick to spells that you cannot cast is to flick the wand a little, and imagine the desired affect. Try again..."
Liesel wandered forward, and within three minutes she had gotten to the stair. Climbing up to the top, she looked at the book. It was a grubby book in a grubby hall, a dirty stone cavern with a thin beam of light on the book. She reached for the book, but pulled her hands back. Her observations should come now, and she stretched out for her sprint. The book's title was beyond legibility, and the cover more worn than could be expected for a five hundred year old book. She was warmed up and ready as ever. She muttered a charm to turn the steps into a slide, and grabbed the book.
"HHHRRROOOAAARRR!" The cavern shook at the sound of this. But Liesel was already sliding down. She reached the bottom just as something monstrous ripped open the walls behind her.
She sprinted like she'd never sprinted before, and she knew she wouldn't make it. James had killed her, and she didn't even like him! She thought and thought about the distance, and what was behind her.
Suddenly the words of James came to mind: "It is called the Torrasque, a mythical creature limited to Dungeons and Dragons. Yet some suggest it may be real. There is only one, and it is the most powerful creature ever. I don't believe it exists, but if it did it would dwell in the Cave of Life, and obey whomever the dominate power there was. Certainly not us, we'd be intruders. Oh, and you cannot out run it. Good luck!"
She saw the traps springing in front of her and behind her, some catching this beast, but the beast ignored them. Even his cuts seemed to heal almost instantaneously. "Run! Get into the Chasm!" She screamed, and everyone looked up and shitted their pants.
She looked back and shitted her pants too. The creature must have been twenty five feet tall, and about thirty two long. It probably weighed about eighty tons, and all of that was either muscle or armor. The monster had a twenty-foot jaw, fully extended, with razor sharp teeth about eight feet in length. Its claws had the strength of all the machines of man put together, and it simply ignored any and all damage dealt to it. It roared again.
Now everyone jumped in and shouted "Banishio!" as one, sending themselves into the pit of darkness. Finally, Liesel reached the pit and cast her own spell while diving into the pit, spinning to watch as the monster jumped clear over the chasm and continued rampaging. The excitement was over; now all they had to contend with was their falling at speeds well past terminal velocity at a bottom over fifty miles away. They were wrong, Liesel thought, the fall does hurt.
As they careened towards the bottom, David shouted their fall time. Soon, much sooner than Liesel expected, he called for them to cast their spells. As they slowed down, Liesel's sight returned to her, and she saw where they were, and their troubles were far from over.
There were magical beasts everywhere!! Acromantulas, Basilisks, all in a state of temporal stasis (they were frozen in time.) and couldn't affect or be affected by them at all. The room was also white, sheet white. The whiteness came from the mithril which was formed to be white. The beauty that the room held was staggering, but the forces of doom that it held even more impressive.
"So. You have finally seen the legion of doom." A voice called.
"Sir." David said, and looked up to see the seat coming down to great them. He also never expected to see the man in the chair.
"Yes, it is I. I have been prepared for my final undertaking, as not just a wizard, but as the most powerful warlock in the world!" He said.
"A-" David was cut off.
"Only two people, myself included, know my name. You do not know it, though you may be close. I only answer to one person, and he has the power to contain Voldemort long enough for Harry Potter to win." The man spoke in riddles.
"Sir? What are the beasts for?" Leisel asked.
"This is the legion of doom, and it is prepared for such a purpose as to defeat the last remaining enemy of the free people. There are a number of spells used in this hall, none of which you would understand. The spells manipulate matter in a fourth dimension, not the three-dimensional crap you get from your teachers. But like all weapons it provides risk as well as reward.
"There is every possibility that when the legion is unleashed and set to their task they will not wish to distinguish between friend and foe. It would certainly appear that the legion would wish to harbor animosity towards man kind in general, not just the people who have imprisoned them. Yet this is but speculation to the minds of those not, strong, enough to fathom the meaning of my words.
"You shall be one of those, though you seem bright. Lives of men can pass in a twinkling, but it will always take nine months for creation. It has always been this way, as that is the way of life. Those who dislike the world order stand to destroy it, or find justification to destroy it, rather than spend the extra energy to produce a world that exists for the sole use of the people who live upon it. As for such thought, who can understand or fathom why there are wars? Why does Voldemort harbor such hatred for mudbloods? Why did Mitalian attempt to eradicate the Silverlode?
"Such things are not to be known by the lesser, or even the greater. For these ideas are brought by the people to the people so as to express the desires in their heart, not to further wizard kind. In his attempt to bring order, Voldemort created chaos. In his bid to purify a race, he corrupted a large following beyond recognition, and his life was dependant on the destruction of those whom he had previously loathed for reasons unknown.
"For the same reason Genocide was prevalent throughout the years, because nobody could find a use for hatred. But perhaps it is a thoroughly over-looked emotion, as perhaps it has use as a defense. Maybe hatred is the pointing of pass wrongs that cannot be made right. Maybe we could love those we hate, instead of hate those we love. Yet as the lives of a wizard are spent tackling this eternal mystery, it is not possible for such thoughts to be entertained by a company deemed worthy of such discussion, as not even the great Albus Dumbledore may speak freely about hate." The speech was a summation of the wrongs and evils of human kind.
"But why did a calm exist?" Lauren asked.
"Because Mitalian and Voldemort could not very well exist at the same moment in history without annihilating each other. Yet there were prophecies governing how they were to die, and neither at the hands of the other it seemed. So there were the two great defeats that occurred within a year of each other. I am talking, of course about the Dark Lord's loss over the boy, Harry Potter."
"So what does any of this have to do with, well, anything?" Amanda asked.
"After the calm, a storm of vengeance will be released into the world, and all wizarding kind will be caught in the middle. They will be disconsolate, not the least about the way they will be exploited by the enemies of the world." He turned and sighed. "That is enough. I will entertain no more questions. You may go. You have seen what you needed." A door opened to the outside world, and the six some left, reflecting on what the man had meant. As soon as the door closed, they forgot everything about the man.
"Give me that damn portkey." Liesel said. "James owes me a hell of an explanation."
"For what? He didn't want you to come. He wanted to come."
"No, I meant on why he hadn't insisted that I go out with him earlier. This was my 'first date' with the bugger, and look! I have already ended up halfway around the world with book I cannot even read."
"Theory Book." David read, and the portkey activated, and for the first time ever, they realized just how insightful James could be...
That's it. That's all. We're done. The Lost Book is fine.
No chapter four.
No chapter five.
No witty Post Scripts.
Only three chapters. And they ended in ambiguity. So, if you want to know what happens to the legion of doom, you'll have to stick around. Go read my other fics to buy some time. You might like them. They like you.
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