Paradise Found
Soul Dust
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Summary: The Last War comes. What is the Prophecy of Darcorn? Is the Dark side really so entrancing? The Abyss so luring? Will he, Daedalus Snape, fall into the deathless void? More importantly, who IS Daedalus Snape? (No Slash)
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Prologue
"My Father used to say, that only fools wear their heart proudly on their sleeves..."
Decades after his father death, years after the Paradise was built, he still found himself saying this to a crowd of eager blackheads, his children, grandchildren, even later, his great-grandchildren. Smiling to those little chirps of "What was he like?" "What did grandpa/great-grandpa/great-great-grandpa say?" "Was he like you at all?" He would find himself going back those decades, or centuries, now, to those years when his life was like a silent bomb, ready to explode to a million sad little fragments any minute, so small that it will cease to exist. Yes, the troubled years. But that's all over now. Those children, they don' realise how lucky they are. They have a family. A loving family. Unlike me and father. They were born free of that tangible evilness which loomed over him and his father like a gigantic phantom, refusing to go away. To those who are older, he taught them Light and Dark, Evil and Goodness, how to steer away from evil, both tangible and abstract. Once, one of his sons had said:
"You don't find evil in a paradise do you Papa? Paradises are the essence of what is pure of good!"
He told him, and every other child that came to the world, he told all of them firmly that whenever there is goodness, there is always evil. Abstract, luring, like the Snake in that perfect paradise-Eden. He told them how the boundary between Light and Dark, or Evil and Goodness is blurred where they meet, as all poles meet somewhere, and how you should never go to the extremes of Light, as drawing a line between good and evil is so hard. The line thins and blurs, and you get lured to Dark on your mission for Light. Like I did, nearly. He told them stories, darker, truer than the ones he told the younger children.
"My sister, Aeolia, taught me the difference between tangible and abstract evil. Of the later, I was barely one second away once. It was surprising at that time, for I was supposed to be the perfect example of both abstract and tangible goodness. I turned out, in those troubled years, to be nearly neither. Aeolia rescued me from that fate..." Yes, his sister. How odd the word still sounds on his tongue, almost alien.
Well, who knew it would be like this? Not Remus, not Dumbledore, not Sirius or anyone, nor me, nor father. It was just another piece of Fate's lustrous imagination.
tbc
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