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Chapter Two

"Well, I'm Odyeus and this is my wife, Demera and as for where you are and what happened, that will be a bit more difficult to explain"

Harry looked at the man puzzled, this was becoming stranger and stranger. Seeing Harry wasn't going to speak, Odyeus continued.

"Hmm, you are on the Clethrys territories. Our tribe is mainly composed of warriors. We're charged with guarding this area as other tribes are charged with other areas… No! Let me continue."

He said, seeing Harry was about to interrupt him.

"As for what happened to you… To explain that, I must give you some basic information." He made a small pause in his explanations.

"Five years ago, an evil mage rose. He managed to gathered a huge army thanks to his powers over peoples minds. All the tribes united to fight him, and all the wizards, whose group I belong to, gathered to destroyed him."

"After months of war, we finally succeeded in severing the link between him and his soldiers, who were his puppets. Then we used all our powers along with the powers of the elements to destroy him. We had won but the price to pay for this victory had been high. A whole country had been ruined and now nothing can grow there, it's a desert."

"Hundreds of people have been killed, tortured or injured. Some of the soldiers who had been manipulated have gone mad or are still traumatised by what they had been forced to do." Odyeus paused, apparently these memories were still haunting him.

He composed himself.

"I swore that I'd do anything to prevent that to happen again in the future."

"So with the help of Demera and of a few friends, I cast a spell on myself and my descendants. This spell is the reason why you're here: each time a dark wizard rises, one of my direct descendants is destined to face him. And if my descendants has enough potential they would be sent to some of his ancestors for help."

"This spell has worked so far. But only a few of my descendants have been able to travel back to this time since it takes such a lot of energy. The person has to hold a lot of power inside them or else they would be drained by the Time travel and die." Harry stared at him.

This man was saying that he was one of his ancestors who had cast a spell on himself to provide help for his descendants; that this spell had dragged him back there because he would have to face an evil wizard. Things were getting weirder and weirder, or was it a new trick from Voldemort?

That must be it and he wasn't going to fall for a trick that obvious. He scrunched his eyebrows together in a frown.

"I'm not falling for it! Go tell your master that I dont buy this" said the boy, his green eyes blazing angrily.

Odyeus sighed, it wasn't going to be easy

"There is no trap."

"As if I'm going to believe you."

"You must believe us," said Demera, "We're here to help you!"

Harry had a cold laugh.

"Yes, help me to join your ranks!"

Odyeus glanced at his wife.

"You don't give us a choice," he said, raising slowly his hand.

Harry looked at him expectantly.

Odyeus saw fear in his eyes, but also determination. That made him smile, this boy was definitively promising, but so defiant.

"Petrificia!" The curse shot from his hand, to his Harry's big surprise.

He thought wandless magic was impossible, but this man had just cast a spell with his hand. He was so surprised he didn't even try to dodge the curse. The spell looked a lot like the Petrificus Totalus, but seemed less powerful: It only paralysed his legs.

Once he was down, Odyeus approached him and lifted him.

He brought him outside. Harry's eyes widened in amazement. He didn't know where he was but he was sure, now, that he wasn't in his own time. He was in the centre of a bustling camp. On one side he could see a paddock with several horses, on an other an old man was sitting with little kids around him, apparently telling them a story.

He also saw a few women who were cooking, washing some pelts, but also training. There were men, dressed in leather, holding spears and all carrying a bow and a quiver. He noticed they also had knives made of bone. Most of them had a few obvious scars.

Two young boys, one with chestnut hair, the other with blond hair, were fighting together in a corner, encouraged by others, until a man came and broke up the fight, much to the disappointment of the spectators Harry was stunned.

So this man had been telling the truth, but the man must have mistaken him for someone else, he hadn't a lot of power. Noticing Harry's shocked face Odyeus brought him back in the tent.

"So, now, do you believe me?" asked the man, with a small smile.

Harry could only nod, Demera waved her hand and he found he could move his legs again.

"Good. Could you let me see you right palm so I know which one of your ancestors you'll meet, in order to warn them," asked Odyeus.

Without thinking, Harry handed him his right hand.

Odyeus studied it for a few minutes and his face hardened.

"Your enemy must be quite powerful if you need to see all of them"

As Harry was about to ask about who he was about to meet, Odyeus cut him off.

"Don't ask." Harry closed his mouth, then another thought crossed his mind: Odyeus was going to WARN them? How could it be possible?

He frowned his eyebrows in confusion, before asking this question outloud.

Odyeus seemed to think for a few minutes before answering.

"Well, I cant really explain it to you, but I've done a lot of research about time travel and communications. After years of work, I've finally managed to create a device which allowes me to talk with my descendants and sometimes to look at my living heirs. That's how I can warn them when I'm going to send them one of the people who came here." Harry didn't try to ask for more.

As soon as he recovered from shock, something else, even more confusing, was revealed.

He shook his head, trying without any real success to order his thoughts.

Demera looked at the confused teen in front of her and decided to come to his aid.

"Now more practical explanations," she said cheerfully.

"You're right Mera, go ahead," replied Odyeus, quickly understanding his wife's intentions.

"Well, first, what's your name and how old are you?" she asked.

Harry looked at her, relieved to finally answer to simple questions

"My name is Harry Potter and I'm fifteen."

"Fifteen hmmm, Do you have any fighting experience?" "Not really, I learnt about martial arts this summer." Demera thought for a while.

"Alright, you'll have to catch up a lot during the next two weeks, then you'll join the Yonhors for the Sarthahnra."

There was a silence

"Excuse-me," said finally Harry, "but what are the Yonhors and the Sarthahnra?"

"The Yonhors is the name given to the fifteen-year-old boys and the girls. And the Sarthahnra is a test they have to pass if they want to become a full warrior. You'll have to pass it too."

"What do the participants have to do?" asked Harry, not very excited to the idea of passing a test. What if he failed?

"None of the participants are allowed to know. It's kept strictly secret." Harry didn't answer, he was trying to digest everything he had learned. "But now, I'll give you some proper clothes, then present you to a few of the Yonhors."

"Good idea Mera!" exclaimed Odyeus.

"While you get on with that I'll warn the council."

"Alright." She exited the tent, followed by Harry.

As they walked through the camp, Harry felt people stareing at him, probably because of his wizard robes.

Everyone seemed dressed in leather or wool, so his robes made him stand out. To his relief, they finally stopped in front of a large tent.

"Come on in," said Demera, smiling at his worried face. They entered. The tent was quite dark. As Harry looked around him, he didn't notice the person standing towards the back.

"Vaihia Demera! What is bringing you here?"

"Vaihia Melisy. One of the South villages has sent us this boy," she pointed to Harry.

"His name is Harry. They've sent him to us for training. As you see he'll need some proper clothes."

"Yes. I don't understand these South-Errysis. How can they defend themselves with these robes tsk tsk, it must be a new fashion there," she continued chattering away for a few minutes until Demera interrupted.

"Right Melisy, but could you give him some clothes, he has a lot to catch up on"

"Of course, come on boy, don't be shy" Harry approached the woman, Melisy, as Demera had called her.

She was tall and plump but seemed full of life. She had red hair like Demera but hers was longer and curlier. Her dark green eyes twinkled with happiness. Harry couldn't help but like this woman immediately.

"Well, well, well, you're not very tall, are you? And rather skinny too, Nothing we can't fix, fortunately... Hmmm, take this, and this" she handed him a few trousers.

"Then, shirts, you're lucky, Jenna's just given me these."

Harry was given several shirts made of wool.

"Finally, these." He took the two jackets she gave him. One was sleeveless, but they were both made of leather and had several pockets. They'll be a bit uncomfortable at the beginning but you'll get use to them. Bring them here when you want them washed," added Melisy.

"Thank you," said Harry.

"No need, it's my pleasure."

"Well thanks Mel Keshia" "Keshia Demera." They left the tent.

"Demera? What does Vaihia and Keshia mean?" Harry suddenly asked.

She looked at him strangely.

"What do you mean? You didn't receive memories when you were transported here?" She seemed surprise.

"Memories?" repeated Harry, a bit confused, then he remembered, his mind had been flooded by memories before he fainted. "Yes, I remember, but how can I order them, there are so many!" he said desperately.

"Don't panic, calm down!" said Demera "You have to focus on the name of the ancestor in whose time you are. That way, you'll push the useless memories to the back of your mind"

Harry did as he was told and suddenly the memories and information he needed came to him.

"It worked!"

"Good, you're a quick learner," said Demera.

"Now what do those phrases mean?" asked the woman, with a smile.

"Vaihia mean Hello and Keshia Good bye," Harry answered immediately,

"Exactly."

"Thank you"

"No need at all. Come, you have to meet the other Yonhors. I think there are twenty this year," she added.

They arrived near a paddock, where about twenty youths and two adults, a man and a woman, were standing.

Apparently they were explaining something.

Demera approached silently followed closely by Harry. The two adults didn't seem to realise she was there so she coughed loudly.

They immediately turned to face her, their knives ready in their hands. "Demera!" exclaimed the man, sighing while putting his knife back in its sheath.

"You're too quiet for your own good!" He had long brown hair which was tied up in a ponytail and bright blue eyes. Demera laughed

"I know Kev! You keep saying it!"

"He's right you know," said the woman. She had black hair, cut below her shoulder and brown eyes.

"Not you too Eira!" sighed Demera. They raised an eyebrow.

"Well, I didn't come to be given a lecture. A southern village had sent us Harry here to train. He had very little experience in fighting and practically none in survival. So he'll have a lot to catch up on. But he's a fast learner and very determined still I think he'll need help."

"Alright," said the man, eying Harry, as everyone.

"Hmm Thers and Veradis, would you help him?" he asked to two of the youths in front of him.

They nodded, and waved to Harry, motioning to him to come sit near them. After glancing to Demera who nodded, he walked and sat near the boy Thers.

He was tall and a bit skinny with tanned skin and green eyes that twinkled with amusement. He had a few scars on his arms and his hair was long and dark brown like everyone else there. The other youth, Veradis was shorter, but seemed full of energy.

She had silky blond hair and blue-grey eyesalong with several scars too, mostly on her arms. Thers extended his hand

"Vaihia Harry, happy to know you." Harry shook his hand.

"Vaihia, happy to meet you too." Then he shook Veradis' too.

From what he saw of them, they seemed like nice people. He hoped he could become friends with them.

Then after talking a bit with Kev and Eira, Demera left them.

"Well," said Eira, "as Harry is new here, were going to stop the lesson for today, so you'll be able to explain to him about the lessons and so forth. Come back later today."

The two of them left the boys and the girls.

Immediately, all the youths gathered around Harry, and started to tell him their names: There were twelve boys: There's, Cernos, Ferth, Norns, Qverdar, Uraios, Wald, Yrs, Swen, Andra, Emer, Brox ; and eight girls: Veradis, Raia, Xeis, Mealin, Britany, Ilin, Perna and Selvy.

Most of them welcome him warmly, but a few eyed him with contempt.

"So you're from the South?" sneered a black-haired boy, Andra.

"Yes," answered simply Harry.

"Well, it amazes me to see they don't bother to teach their children how to fight," continued the boy with fake innocence.

"Maybe they're too weak to learn Ndra," added a girl called Mealin with superb auburn hair .

"You're probably right Mea, it's a shame to see that men live like girls there, scared of fighting, what a waste! But it does show the superiority of the North!"

Another boy looked at Harry who managed to recall his name, Brox.

"You're not welcome here Errysisnar, Go back to where you came from!"

Harry was boiling with anger, how could these people judge him without even getting to know him! But then, he calmed down as he realised they reminded him a bit of Malfoy, a thought which nearly make him laugh.

Thers had clenched his fist.

"You're really pathetic, Andra, you know that?" he said, angrily.

"Oh, is the great Thers defending the little Errysisnar?" said Mealin mockingly.

"Be silent!" snapped Veradis coldly.

"I don't take orders from you!" replied Mealin, smugly.

Harry realised that if no one stopped this soon, it was going to lead to a fight.

He sighed and started to talk. Before he could say a word, he saw Brox raising his hand and mutter a curse at Thers.

Without even thinking, he raised his hand, believing he had his wand, and cast a shielding charm on Thers.

The curse bounced and hit Brox turning him purple with neon yellow dots and bunny ears. Everybody looked at Harry in surprise. His eyes were blazing with rage; he hated people who attacked in the back.

He turned his fierce gaze to Brox. The deep green eyes were hypnotizing and by the time Harry turned to look at Andra, Brox was shivering.

"I may not be experienced in fighting but I am quite skilled in magic. You should change your attitude, it's a bit of advice," he said, his voice as cold as ice.

He turned and started to leave the paddock. Then he stopped and turned, looking straight at Andra.

"And warn your friends, I hate people who are too cowardly to attack the front." Then he left. Thers looked at the retreating back, as Andra was left stuttering.

He turned and looked at his friends: Veradis, Raia and Yrs.

"He's quite an interesting guy"

Thanks a lot for the reviews and to Anna and Tamara for beta-ing this chapter. Naia