Posted: April 12, 2005
Chapter Twenty-three: The Malfoy Curse Part II
Once upon a time, at the very dawn of time, there was a omnipotent being. It was a being of the brightest light surrounded by a mist of clouds with blue glittering specks that flowed around it.
It was a happy being, but alone within it's infinite black space. So it decided that it would build a world and occupy it with ones it could play with. After constructing a ball of blue waters and green lands, it decided it needed someone who could look over this world alongside it. So it made a friend with a spark of its own light and so it was named, Lior the Spark of Light.
Lior was a solid form unlike his creator, he had long golden hair and eyes sprinkled with his creator's glitter. And Lior walked the world that his creator made and having the same powers of his creator he put them to good use.
On the blue and green ball that he named Earth, he created the sky and within it the moon, the sun, and the stars. He created the wind and the rain, and all that the Earth would ever need.
Lior made the Earth beautiful and luscious hoping to please his creator. And he had, his creator was very please with what he had done. His creator then proceeded to create other beings designed from that of Lior and Lior was pleased for such an honor.
The omnipotent being made two sets of other beings. It made those like Lior, but with less and different powers and then those who had none at all. And the omnipotent being created animals, two of each kind, to roam the Earth freely, it then turned to Lior and asked if he would like to make a new creature to fill the Earth.
Lior nodded and with his long fingers created a small creature, graceful within its movement as it slide across the grass like water, he then made it a mate, and Lior named the creatures Serpent and his creator was pleased.
Much time had passed by and the creator thought it would be best to change its form to look like those it had created. Lior smiled as his creator changed before him and asked Lior, its most prized creation, to name its solid form. "I will name you after my most prized creation," Lior said as he bent down and picked up a beautiful flower and brought it to his creator's newly form hand. She took it within her grasp. "I shall call you Blossom my Flower. Does that please you, Creator?"
"Yes, it pleases me so," she smiled as she reached out her hand, which was the color of cinnamon, to touch his cheek, "my Spark of Light."
Lior closed his eyes and tilted his faced into her touch. "I hope that I always please you. . . my flower."
And for a time to follow, Blossom and Lior were happy with one another as they watched what they had created inhabit and populate the earth. But one bright sunny day, Lior found himself alone as he traveled and soon wondered where Blossom had gone.
"Do not search for her," came the sound of a small voice.
"Who are you?" asked Lior as he turned and spotted a small child.
"I am Time," said the small child. "My name is Past." Then next to her appeared a middle-aged woman and then an elderly woman. "And if you search for her now, you will curse your past. . ."
"You will curse your present. . ." said the middle-age woman.
"And you will curse your future," said the elderly woman.
Lior looked at them strangely. Who were they to tell him what to do? "Nonsense, you know not what you speak. Blossom wants me with her, I am her prized creation." He pushed the three out of his way and continued on his journey through the woods. Soon he heard the soft laughing of his creator and he smiled as he pushed tree branches out of his way to be near her. As he reached the clearing, he stopped and a frown occupied his features.
His creator was in the arms of another she had created. He had hair the color of fire and eyes as blue as the deepest oceans. "Flower," Lior said harshly as he approached the two.
"Hello, Light," she said calmly as she rested her head on the other man's shoulder. "This is Ignatius of Burning Fire." She smiled. "Is he not beautiful?"
Lior looked him over. "Yes, that he is, but certainly you do not mean he is more pleasing to you than I?" he asked worriedly.
"Fire is a fine creation." She pulled away from him and looked into his blue eyes. "A very fine creation."
"My flower, please." Lior levitated from the Earth and reached his hand out to his creator. "Join me in the skies I have created for you, join me in the heavens. Let's leave this Earth behind for the following."
"No, today I wish to stay," she told him. "Be off with you now."
Lior was a little taken back by her comment, he had never been pushed aside for another. "But- but Flower," he shuddered and then said angrily, "I was created before him, I am your prized creation, and I demand your presence." Clouds began to appear in the once cloudless sky.
She looked to him curiously. "You demand of me? Your creator?" she asked. "Then you are more of a fool than I thought, for I am the omnipotent being and you obey me. Now off with you!"
"Yes, you created me, but gave me just as much power," he warned her. "And if you chose him over me, I will destroy him, and then I will destroy you."
The creator looked at her creation; she looked at her Light and she saw a hate radiating so fiercely within him that it paled his blue eyes and they shone silver. It was a hate and jealousy so strong that his long golden hair lost its color and looked as white as fresh fallen snow.
"You can not destroy me," she explained to him. "For I live in your heart and to destroy me, means to destroy yourself, because to create you, I used the most of me. So you are a part of me, we are one as we share the same soul."
"If we share so much, come with me now." He reached his hand out again before taking a deep breath and saying calmly, "Please."
"Go Light, I promise I will come to you tonight."
"And if you do not?" he asked impatiently.
The creator looked surprised. "Is your faith so bad in me you think I lie?"
"Yes," he said in a low voice as the white clouds in the sky began to turn a gray, matching the emotion he tried to hide behind a passive face.
She shook her head. "If you have no trust in me, then I have no need for you. . . Lior of Bad Faith." She waved her hand and the levitating Lior came crashing to the ground. The clouds disappeared and the blue sky once again revealed itself. "You have been striped of your importance and the bulk of your power. You shall regain them, when you are the Light I created and not a tempered pride fool. That shall be your curse."
Lior looked up from the ground and crawled to the feet of his creator. "Will you abandon me, your prized creation?" he asked.
The creator looked to Ignatius. "Leave us be." And he walked off. The creator then got to her knees and rested in front of Lior. "I will not truly abandon you. If you call me and you ask, I will be there, but you must be punished for lack of faith. You must know your place. You will know obedience."
"My place is by your side."
"No," she told him. "Your place is at my feet and if you choose to stand, it will be forever alone."
Anger rose back up into his eyes. "I will not be treated like those who came after me! I refuse to be treated like those I created." He stood and left his creator on her knees.
"You are being foolish," she told him as anger, for the first time, came into her voice.
"Will you see me not as your equal?"
"No!" She rose to her full height and the two stared each other down.
"Then it is I that abandon you," he finally spoke.
The creator lowered her eyes, not in submission, but in her lost. "Your punishment should be greater then the one I give you," she looked back at him, "but I'm going to give you the chance to return to me someday."
"Don't bother, because I will teach those who come after me to hate you, to not believe. No one will ask for you, no matter how desperate the situation."
"Then we have a long journey. . . Lior Malfoy." She took a step back and returned to her original mist of cloud form and shot into the sky instantaneously and as it did Lior heard the words of the song that would follow his bloodline till the time it came to regain their rightful place:
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Rich and powerful, that is what a Malfoy shall be,
But generation upon generation, they will not be a comfort to thee.
You shall have your male heir to carry on your name,
To rise to influence that shall be your aim.
But raise your only child, your heir, to be an independent boy,
For he too now carries the curse of the Malfoy.
You shall have your lust of women, knocking at your door,
But their body is all you can have and nothing more.
But if there is anything in this world, there is hope,
But it will be a feeling so strong; his heart may not be able to cope.
And all that once used to taste so sour,
Will be made sweet, with the gift of a flower's flower.
It may sound easy, but that's far from the truth,
Because this must occur within the boy's youth.
It cannot be forced and it cannot be arranged,
For if it is the curse will go unchanged.
The indescribable power of a God, will be at the boy's finger tips,
And the love of one woman will be at his opening lips.
The boy can do his best, but will more likely to his worst,
She will threaten to leave, but no, for she too now is tied to the Malfoy curse.
Remember trust no one, for the boy is always in the eye of the storm,
Even the most trusted ally, may take an ominous form.
So heed my warning, for they are words one should not destroy,
Because the fate of the curse that lies in my hands, in generation, will rest with one boy.
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To Be Continued. . .
Preview of Next Chapter:
She then started deducting the facts. I was in a cell in the upper tower, Draco was a mile below ground in the dungeons and Percy, he's. . . her eyes went wide, he turned. "Get off me!" she yelled as she flung her arms wildly, trying to push him away from her.
A/N: May, 17, 2005: Sequel information has been moved to my Profile. This chapter was to show you that controlling the weather is within the Malfoy bloodline.