Prologue
It was a fine day in the Colden City. Also known to some as the Lost City of El Dorado. The forest was alive with the motion and sounds of the indigenous animal life and there was a slight breeze in the air. Queen Driel was getting ready for her morning daily bath. Suddenly a commotion was heard. Angered at who would dare disturb her at this hour of day she was striding out on to the balcony when her maidservant came and informed her that the city guards urgently requested her presence. Giving poor Nehte, her maid and constant companion, a dark look, Driel made her way down. Parting the gold hangings that hid the royal staircase from view, she entered.
The guards had captured a young man. He was wearing black shirt and pants. He was fair. Not too white, but a nice homely colour. His skin contrasted sharply with the bronze and copper coloured complexions that surrounded her. His eyes were a green she had never seen before. His hair was incredibly messy, worn a little bit long. It accentuated his eyes and made him look even more attractive. He had a well-formed body. It was lean but strong. His stance said that this was a man who had power and knew how to use it well. The man was relaxed as if he was enjoying the situation, in spite if there were at least ten spears pointed at him. Driel found herself admiring almost unconscious seeming charisma, and her eyes silently looked upon him with favor.
"Speak, stranger. Who are you and what is your business here?" Her tone was cool and polished.
Shifting his weight to his other foot the man said "I have several names. But the most well-known among them is Harry Potter."
Driel raised an eyebrow. "Really…And may I ask how a great wizard as you arrived in a place like this? This was said with a sardonic glance and slight lifting of the corners of her lips in a sarcastic smile.
Matching her gaze stare for stare, he replied in a supremely unconcerned tone but with a glint in his eye,"Totally by accident, I assure you."
"Guards! Release him." Driel was interested. "Nehte, see to it that he gets what he needs." She turned to smile at him. "Bring him to me in an hour. Oh, and Mr. Potter… I suggest that you keep in mind that you are still my prisoner." She gave a challenging smile and left with a sweep of her delicate robes.
Harry, meanwhile, merely smiled to himself. Unconsciously echoing the thoughts of the young queen, he said to himself: this could get veeeeery interesting.
