Hello readers! I bring you the next chapter. Thanks to IcePanther and The
Elven Archer of Rivendell (cool names) for being my first two reviewers.
Geniuss9 and t3hsnark I'd like to say, GRRRRRR!!!! I am so the writer of
this. If I wasn't then most of my minions would have been stolen and Le
will be very happy. Of course I realize it was probably a joke so you're
forgiven. This is taking place before they arrive at school in the Order of
the Phoenix. Yes I could have made it the sixth year but I am not happy
with how the fifth book turns out so I am ignoring it so that Sirius is
alive. K, one last thing before I get started. If you have questions about
my original characters, their pasts and the stories behind them then don't
hesitate to ask in an e-mail. If I get a lot of em then I'll just add that
to the ending notes of later chaps. I realize no one is reading this but
still, REVIEW THIS FIC PLEASE!!
Pronunciation
Kedyan: ked-ee-an
Harry woke slowly, unwilling to wake and leave the soft, cool grass that tickled his cheek. It's sweet smell waft into his face with more force then it ever had at Private 4. With the drought that had struck the region, the green life had all withered away into a bland waistland of brown, another reason harry would be happy to reach Hogwarts, the land their was always perfect from the lake and Hagrid's working touch. Now that he thought about it, shouldn't he heading for school?
With that thought everything that had happened rushed back; the dreams, the train, Malfoy and the strange black hole. He quickly leapt to his feet, his emerald green eyes sweeping the area around him, finding the young blond laying a few paces away under a large and ancient appearing tree.
Now that he knew that the other teen had ended up in this, place, wherever it was, he took a chance to look around. They were apparently in the country. There were no houses, power lines, or any sign of human inhabitants anywhere. The boys were located on a flat, grass-covered hilltop, surrounded by softly rolling hills. Some hills were covered in vibrant wild flowers while others had small groupings of lush green trees upon their crests, the whole like a painting of perfection. The songs of crickets melded smoothly with the peaceful bubble of a nearby creek. The golden sun shone down with gentle warmth as a slight breeze teased Harry's hair.
"Wow," was the only thought the boy could muster at the sight of the breath taking view.
"A lovely sight, no?" strangely accented female voice spoke up from behind Harry, making him turn around. A tall figure sat in one of the trees branches, looking around at the surrounding area. The person's thin body was hidden within a silver cloak. The only visible part of the woman was the bottom half of a lean, pale face and her eyes. The eyes gave away that this was not a normal person for they glowed with some indescribable power as their molten silver irises swirled like a storm filled sky that was never the same twice. An air of power and control radiated from this mysterious person but not any form of danger was directed toward the young wizards.
At that moment Malfoy chose to wake. The blond mumbled as he opened his gray eyes to see the cloaked woman sitting above him. After meeting the strange creature's gaze the boy let loose a startled squawk as he flung himself away from the tree. The woman cracked an amused smirk as she leapt off the branch, her clock not even billowing on her abnormally slow descent.
"Welcome young travelers to our world. You are very far from home."
The boys gaped at the woman as her ominous words sank in. Harry's mind started to speed up as the Boy Who Lived realized the significance of the strange feeling that he had ever since he woke up. Now it made sense why this place felt different then back home. This place must be far from it.
"Um," the dark haired youth started, "where exactly are we?"
Malfoy gave his rival a startled look, not understanding why he would mess with someone who was obviously dangerous. It was just like the time with the cloaked thing in the Forbidden Forest. He would never understand those moronic Griffandors. A Slitherian would never do be stupid enough to just stand in danger.
An almost sympathetic smile appeared on the woman's lips, "So you have realized you are not in your world. This is a different world from your own. A parallel world or a separate reality I suppose it could be called."
"WHAT!" Harry and the woman turned to look at the hyperventilating blond, "THIS CAN'T BE HAPPENING! SEND ME BACK! I WANT TO GO HOME!!"
The woman simply glanced at him, unimpressed by his outburst as Harry tried to calm him down. After a loud minute of ranting and screeching she stepped forward and slapped the boy across the face, leaving a deep red mark that already started to bruise. Draco's head snapped to the side as he fell from the force of the strike and lay on the ground yet again.
"Do you wish to continue or may I?" she waited till the boy nodded numbly before continuing, "I will not tell you why you where forced here for that would be meddling more then I am inclined to. It is something you must find on your own. What I will do though is give you a direction to look. Descend this hill and walk to the stream. Follow it north till you reach the orchard. Follow them east till you reach the shrub maze. There you will meet someone who will guide you to the city of Pyvev. There you will meet someone who will help you find your answers."
"How will we know who this person is?" Harry asked quickly hoping she would answer.
"You will feel it, young mage. When you find the one that feels right, tell them you were sent by Vellene, but only this person for many will take this statement quite strongly. Now," she said with utmost authority, "go."
The two wizards sprang into action at the command as if not in control of themselves. They started down the hill right away, toward a crystal clear stream at the bottom. When they reached the stream Harry turned to give her his thanks, only to see nothing but wind sweeping over the spot Vellene once had stood.
The two boys walked in silence for some ways, each lost in their individual thoughts. Harry was in the lead, for he was more accustomed to exercise then the young Malfoy, his mind filled with apprehension. His thoughts continuously ran over countless scenarios of possible reason for their appearance in this world, Voldemort and his planes for Harry's death prominent over all. Was this an attempt on his life that went wrong? Had he been sent here to be killed by angry natives or wild creatures? Or was there a much more devious plans in works for him? Harry pushed those thoughts to the back of his mind, he could no sooner see the future then figure this enigma out at this time. He would need a clear if he was to get both himself and Malfoy through this alive.
The rich blond on the other hand was having less chivalrous thoughts as he labored to keep up with the thinner boy. 'Lord Potter in the lead, as usual.' Malfoy glared at the other boy in spite, this was entirely his fault. Jealousy and anger burned through the blond. 'Always about Potter. Everyone thinks he's so good but he's just a trouble magnet. This is all his fault, I should be at school with everyone, with people that see I'm the best,' he brooded.
They continued this way along the snaking water and past the orchard that was filled with strange orange berries. They finally reached the maze Vellene had spoken of when the rivals finally exploded. Harry had stopped when they had reached the green entrance of the maze, wondering if they were supposed to go inside or not when Malfoy ran into the teen while he was mentally complaining.
"Watch it Malfoy!"
"You watch it Potter!" Malfoy yelled as he drew his wand. Harry quickly drew his own and they stood ready to hex each other. As they were about to say the spells a streak of brown, blue, and black ran past them into the maze. The duo turned just to see a long strand of soft brown hair disappear through the entrance.
"You never saw me!" the person called out.
At that moment a man dressed in a crimson uniform jogged up to the boys, gasping for breath. The elder man walked toward the boys while glancing around for something, "Have you boys seen a young man around? Around your ages, long hair, green eyes?" he rasped out.
Before either could answer in any way the man in red said, "Oh, never mind," and stormed off calling out "Young Master!"
As the man's voice became distant, the person appeared from the maze. It was a young looking boy, thirteen or fourteen at the most. He could easily be mistaken for a girl with his long, soft brown hair, which was tied in a low ponytail, slim build and small stature. The only reason they could tell his gender was for the form fitting green tunic, which showed his flat chest. Sparkling grass green eyes mirrored the mischievous grin on his creamy and slightly sickly face. The boy stepped toward the young wizards while dusting leaves from his dark leggings, drawing attention to the thin long sword on his hip.
"Hello," he said in a cheerful but soft voice, "I must thank you for not telling Jekz I was in the maze. I am in your debt."
"Are you heading for Pyvev?" Harry asked the smaller boy.
The green eyed boy blinked in surprise at this question, "Yes, as a matter of fact I am. May I ask why you ask," he said slowly, eyeing the two.
"We were told to meet someone there but we're lost."
"Ah," the smile returned, "Of course, follow me," he started walking but stopped suddenly, struck by a thought, "My name is Kedyan, you are?"
A lone figure stood on the brink of a wind swept cliff. Black cloth billowed out like the wings of a deadly bird while showing the equally black clothing worn by this person. Depthless gray eyes stared down the impressive chasm that lay only a step away from worn black boots. The air teased long stands of hair to fly from the hood and brush the young, tanned face beneath.
'Here again my child?' a silky voice spoke from behind the dark figure in a strange language.
A scowl formed in the shadows of the hood at the voice. It turned quickly and let fly a small dagger toward the taller figure. It sailed past the cloaked woman, grazing her cheek and tearing the cloth beside it as it fell to the earth behind her. The dark clad youth walked briskly past, unaffected by the fact that the sear in the woman's cloak had repaired itself. As the teen bent to retrieve the fallen projectile she spoke in the same language as the woman.
'I am no one's 'child' Vellene, least of all yours.'
'Of course you are not,' Vellene said with an affectionate smile at the rebellious teenager, 'I meant no meaning Leifan.'
The dark clad girl flinched at the name before glaring at the woman with more emotion than had been seen in that face for a long time. Tucking the dagger into a hidden scabbard within her sleeve, she stood and stated, 'Don't call me that, bitch. My name is Le and I will not be called the "Winds Voice". Now go, I'm not interesting in anything you want from me,' Le said in an almost monotone voice as she turned to leave.
'Then,' Vellene said almost offhandedly, 'you do not care that there are two lost children in the wilderness?'
Le paused and turned slightly, 'Your meaning.' It was not a question.
'Two boys, a mark younger then yourself, where brought to this land in an attempt to kill one of them. The other is here simply by accident. They are mages in training but neither has the experience to navigate this land. They will need assistance to return home. I sent them to Pyvev.' Seeing the unconvinced expression hidden behind the girl's emotionless mask, the tall woman added, 'One of them was an orphan at the age of one, he had a home but it did not account for much of one without caring.'
For the first time the mask crumbled away to show the true emotions. Cool, gray eyes filled with an ancient look of one that had seen too much in their life. She turned again and started off, not stopping this time. A smile spread across the woman's face as she disappeared in a gust of wind.
Pronunciation
Kedyan: ked-ee-an
Harry woke slowly, unwilling to wake and leave the soft, cool grass that tickled his cheek. It's sweet smell waft into his face with more force then it ever had at Private 4. With the drought that had struck the region, the green life had all withered away into a bland waistland of brown, another reason harry would be happy to reach Hogwarts, the land their was always perfect from the lake and Hagrid's working touch. Now that he thought about it, shouldn't he heading for school?
With that thought everything that had happened rushed back; the dreams, the train, Malfoy and the strange black hole. He quickly leapt to his feet, his emerald green eyes sweeping the area around him, finding the young blond laying a few paces away under a large and ancient appearing tree.
Now that he knew that the other teen had ended up in this, place, wherever it was, he took a chance to look around. They were apparently in the country. There were no houses, power lines, or any sign of human inhabitants anywhere. The boys were located on a flat, grass-covered hilltop, surrounded by softly rolling hills. Some hills were covered in vibrant wild flowers while others had small groupings of lush green trees upon their crests, the whole like a painting of perfection. The songs of crickets melded smoothly with the peaceful bubble of a nearby creek. The golden sun shone down with gentle warmth as a slight breeze teased Harry's hair.
"Wow," was the only thought the boy could muster at the sight of the breath taking view.
"A lovely sight, no?" strangely accented female voice spoke up from behind Harry, making him turn around. A tall figure sat in one of the trees branches, looking around at the surrounding area. The person's thin body was hidden within a silver cloak. The only visible part of the woman was the bottom half of a lean, pale face and her eyes. The eyes gave away that this was not a normal person for they glowed with some indescribable power as their molten silver irises swirled like a storm filled sky that was never the same twice. An air of power and control radiated from this mysterious person but not any form of danger was directed toward the young wizards.
At that moment Malfoy chose to wake. The blond mumbled as he opened his gray eyes to see the cloaked woman sitting above him. After meeting the strange creature's gaze the boy let loose a startled squawk as he flung himself away from the tree. The woman cracked an amused smirk as she leapt off the branch, her clock not even billowing on her abnormally slow descent.
"Welcome young travelers to our world. You are very far from home."
The boys gaped at the woman as her ominous words sank in. Harry's mind started to speed up as the Boy Who Lived realized the significance of the strange feeling that he had ever since he woke up. Now it made sense why this place felt different then back home. This place must be far from it.
"Um," the dark haired youth started, "where exactly are we?"
Malfoy gave his rival a startled look, not understanding why he would mess with someone who was obviously dangerous. It was just like the time with the cloaked thing in the Forbidden Forest. He would never understand those moronic Griffandors. A Slitherian would never do be stupid enough to just stand in danger.
An almost sympathetic smile appeared on the woman's lips, "So you have realized you are not in your world. This is a different world from your own. A parallel world or a separate reality I suppose it could be called."
"WHAT!" Harry and the woman turned to look at the hyperventilating blond, "THIS CAN'T BE HAPPENING! SEND ME BACK! I WANT TO GO HOME!!"
The woman simply glanced at him, unimpressed by his outburst as Harry tried to calm him down. After a loud minute of ranting and screeching she stepped forward and slapped the boy across the face, leaving a deep red mark that already started to bruise. Draco's head snapped to the side as he fell from the force of the strike and lay on the ground yet again.
"Do you wish to continue or may I?" she waited till the boy nodded numbly before continuing, "I will not tell you why you where forced here for that would be meddling more then I am inclined to. It is something you must find on your own. What I will do though is give you a direction to look. Descend this hill and walk to the stream. Follow it north till you reach the orchard. Follow them east till you reach the shrub maze. There you will meet someone who will guide you to the city of Pyvev. There you will meet someone who will help you find your answers."
"How will we know who this person is?" Harry asked quickly hoping she would answer.
"You will feel it, young mage. When you find the one that feels right, tell them you were sent by Vellene, but only this person for many will take this statement quite strongly. Now," she said with utmost authority, "go."
The two wizards sprang into action at the command as if not in control of themselves. They started down the hill right away, toward a crystal clear stream at the bottom. When they reached the stream Harry turned to give her his thanks, only to see nothing but wind sweeping over the spot Vellene once had stood.
The two boys walked in silence for some ways, each lost in their individual thoughts. Harry was in the lead, for he was more accustomed to exercise then the young Malfoy, his mind filled with apprehension. His thoughts continuously ran over countless scenarios of possible reason for their appearance in this world, Voldemort and his planes for Harry's death prominent over all. Was this an attempt on his life that went wrong? Had he been sent here to be killed by angry natives or wild creatures? Or was there a much more devious plans in works for him? Harry pushed those thoughts to the back of his mind, he could no sooner see the future then figure this enigma out at this time. He would need a clear if he was to get both himself and Malfoy through this alive.
The rich blond on the other hand was having less chivalrous thoughts as he labored to keep up with the thinner boy. 'Lord Potter in the lead, as usual.' Malfoy glared at the other boy in spite, this was entirely his fault. Jealousy and anger burned through the blond. 'Always about Potter. Everyone thinks he's so good but he's just a trouble magnet. This is all his fault, I should be at school with everyone, with people that see I'm the best,' he brooded.
They continued this way along the snaking water and past the orchard that was filled with strange orange berries. They finally reached the maze Vellene had spoken of when the rivals finally exploded. Harry had stopped when they had reached the green entrance of the maze, wondering if they were supposed to go inside or not when Malfoy ran into the teen while he was mentally complaining.
"Watch it Malfoy!"
"You watch it Potter!" Malfoy yelled as he drew his wand. Harry quickly drew his own and they stood ready to hex each other. As they were about to say the spells a streak of brown, blue, and black ran past them into the maze. The duo turned just to see a long strand of soft brown hair disappear through the entrance.
"You never saw me!" the person called out.
At that moment a man dressed in a crimson uniform jogged up to the boys, gasping for breath. The elder man walked toward the boys while glancing around for something, "Have you boys seen a young man around? Around your ages, long hair, green eyes?" he rasped out.
Before either could answer in any way the man in red said, "Oh, never mind," and stormed off calling out "Young Master!"
As the man's voice became distant, the person appeared from the maze. It was a young looking boy, thirteen or fourteen at the most. He could easily be mistaken for a girl with his long, soft brown hair, which was tied in a low ponytail, slim build and small stature. The only reason they could tell his gender was for the form fitting green tunic, which showed his flat chest. Sparkling grass green eyes mirrored the mischievous grin on his creamy and slightly sickly face. The boy stepped toward the young wizards while dusting leaves from his dark leggings, drawing attention to the thin long sword on his hip.
"Hello," he said in a cheerful but soft voice, "I must thank you for not telling Jekz I was in the maze. I am in your debt."
"Are you heading for Pyvev?" Harry asked the smaller boy.
The green eyed boy blinked in surprise at this question, "Yes, as a matter of fact I am. May I ask why you ask," he said slowly, eyeing the two.
"We were told to meet someone there but we're lost."
"Ah," the smile returned, "Of course, follow me," he started walking but stopped suddenly, struck by a thought, "My name is Kedyan, you are?"
A lone figure stood on the brink of a wind swept cliff. Black cloth billowed out like the wings of a deadly bird while showing the equally black clothing worn by this person. Depthless gray eyes stared down the impressive chasm that lay only a step away from worn black boots. The air teased long stands of hair to fly from the hood and brush the young, tanned face beneath.
'Here again my child?' a silky voice spoke from behind the dark figure in a strange language.
A scowl formed in the shadows of the hood at the voice. It turned quickly and let fly a small dagger toward the taller figure. It sailed past the cloaked woman, grazing her cheek and tearing the cloth beside it as it fell to the earth behind her. The dark clad youth walked briskly past, unaffected by the fact that the sear in the woman's cloak had repaired itself. As the teen bent to retrieve the fallen projectile she spoke in the same language as the woman.
'I am no one's 'child' Vellene, least of all yours.'
'Of course you are not,' Vellene said with an affectionate smile at the rebellious teenager, 'I meant no meaning Leifan.'
The dark clad girl flinched at the name before glaring at the woman with more emotion than had been seen in that face for a long time. Tucking the dagger into a hidden scabbard within her sleeve, she stood and stated, 'Don't call me that, bitch. My name is Le and I will not be called the "Winds Voice". Now go, I'm not interesting in anything you want from me,' Le said in an almost monotone voice as she turned to leave.
'Then,' Vellene said almost offhandedly, 'you do not care that there are two lost children in the wilderness?'
Le paused and turned slightly, 'Your meaning.' It was not a question.
'Two boys, a mark younger then yourself, where brought to this land in an attempt to kill one of them. The other is here simply by accident. They are mages in training but neither has the experience to navigate this land. They will need assistance to return home. I sent them to Pyvev.' Seeing the unconvinced expression hidden behind the girl's emotionless mask, the tall woman added, 'One of them was an orphan at the age of one, he had a home but it did not account for much of one without caring.'
For the first time the mask crumbled away to show the true emotions. Cool, gray eyes filled with an ancient look of one that had seen too much in their life. She turned again and started off, not stopping this time. A smile spread across the woman's face as she disappeared in a gust of wind.