run through a maze, fight a golem, then find yourself in som magical
prison with a bunch of bickering Faeries...?
LKoKennan - Ancient Egyptian history is cool-- Leigh's a believer in
Kemetic Orthodoxy (which is a chruch apparently dedicated to the
revival of Anicent Egyptian beliefs...) so I hear lots about it. Yeah,
all three are helping with the Balance; I dunno who Dray is helping--
the americans, or Angel's followers.
wicchick - I practised wicca a few years back, until my parents found
my Book of Shadows, and promptly raided my room for anything
"unchristian".
Marie - Because Cliffies are fun ^__^ All Faeries are evil, actually.
It's in the old legends. They're actually quite fun to write about.
Gunn is female. Harry is... well, you'll find out ^__^ I have no idea
when The Living Weapon will be finished, as I have to finish typing up
the inbetween scenes (unsurprisingly, I have all the action scene
completed), send it an editor, have it sent back, revise it, send it
off again... and so on and so forth. I knew what I was getting into
when I started writing-- my mother used to write short stories for
kids, but it had to have been twenty, twenty-five years ago...
Bryt - Hmm, good question... I'll have to think about the full extents
of the powers of Oberon's Staff.
ccs rox - Shakespeare did influence the names, but I believe he got
them from local legends and such. *grins* It would be fun to throw
Puck in, but the trickster has other things to do.
A-Potter-Person - *laughs uncontrollably*
Black Rose - Well, better late than never, ne? Yeah, Hermione rocks
once you start making her into a person and not "the booky one". Hmm,
I'm still debating on putting Angel in, but I should have (read: hope
to have) a decision by tommarrow's chatper...
Arizosa - If I'm never going to get rid of you... *hauls out a Way of
the Itch totebag full of junk* Here you go-- all the merchandise to go
with Blackened Sunrise. From Hermi's athame to Harry's collar and
chain! Have fun ^___^
Potter is not mine.
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Blackened Sunrise
Chapter Sixty-Three - Setting
The Itch
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She was roused from her slumber by a pair of tiny hands pulling at her
eyelids. With an unlady-like snort, Hermione Granger batted at
whatever it was that happened to be bothering her, only to receive a
startled yelp, accompanied by an unfamiliar voice grumbling, Damn,
almost hit me.
"Wha...?" she half-mumbled, blinking her eyes open, and recollecting
the last bit that had happened before she lost consciousness. This was
the second time-- perhaps it had something to do with Oberon's Staff?
The Staff!
She jerked upright, frantically looking about herself for the five
foot length of gold. There! Just a few feet away was the staff of the
King of the Faerie. Thankful that it was near her, she reached out,
drawing the staff to her before snapping it into flail format and
slinging it across her back.
--stening to me?! squawked an indignant voice, and the Enchantress
returned her attention to the Faeries that she had liberated. A tiny
turquoise light fluttered over to her shoulder, annoyed, No body ever
listens to me! Why won't you listen?!
"I'm listening now," she consoled, although there was a hint of
confusion in her voice. She didn't remember bringing across a
turquoise light. There had been Therius, and the white Titania, a
golden light, a deep violet light, and a hot pink light, but
definitely no Turquoise. She lifted a hand, and the light landed in
it, "And where did you come from?"
Gee, shouldn't that be obvious? the young Faerie snapped, You brought
me here.
"I don't recall doing any such thing."
Er well... she didn't know how, but the light managed to look
sheepish, I kinda hitched a ride... Name's Velocity. Therius is over
there.
And the light bobbed towards the shadows. Carefully, his ride stepped
over to the corner of the alley-way and knelt. Beneath a piece of
cardboard was the unconscious Therius. Apparently the transport didn't
just knock out humans. Velocity fluttered up off her hand so she could
pick up the red and orchid Faerie without hurting him; the turquoise
light landing on her black bandana, "Where are the others?"
The young Faerie snorted, Please tell me that was a joke.
"No, it wasn't, Velocity," her voice held a glint of steel as
irritation slipped into it, "Where are the other Faeries?"
Gone.
"Gone?"
Gone. We're Faeries; the only reason I stuck around is because I
decided to help you in your quest, and Therius was unconscious.
"That's comforting," was her droll response.
We're Faeries, did you really think we could be trusted? the little
light sounded incredulous, Humans! Have you forgotten everything of
the old ways?
"I would assume that to be true, as I have never heard any such
thing," the knowledge-seeking Gryffindor returned coolly, "Now. Where
are we?"
I've no idea, the Faerie returned, sounding far to proud of that fact,
Therius might know. He's old enough to have been born in this world.
I'm not.
"Therius is unconscious," she pointed out, running a finger beside the
unconscious Faerie in her hands.
"Hermione?"
The Enchantress jumped, whirling to face the intruder, Therius held
tightly against her chest for his protection. Velocity hugged her
bandana for dear life, having thought Hermione was huge. This man took
the cake.
She blinked up at the man with the greying hair before her, "Professor
Lupin?"
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He took the corner as face as he could, laughing gleefully as he felt
his knee scrape the ground, but his protections saved him. He'd never
thought that this could be so much _fun_!
Behind him, moving at an nearly equal rate of speed, but without the
stunts his companion was preforming, Helkaer rolled his eyes. It
figured the psychotic Living Weapon would be pulling off tricks like
that. The Dark Elf knew they shouldn't have let Harry get his hands on
their magically enhanced edan-mashin.
But the Weapon had wanted something with speed, so Sulnore had
directed some of her subjects to take the 'Master Weapon' and the
'Messenger' into the caverns where they stored that which had been
captured alongside edan slaves.
Motorcycles were just one of many technological residents of the
storage caverns-- and one of the few that had been altered magically
to suit the needs of the Drow. The edan had some strange ideas on
things to do, but the speed of the motorcycles was not something to be
scoffed at.
So the pair had snagged a bike for each of them, and promptly took
off. Harry _did_ have his own world to return to. But first he wanted
to play. The green-eyed youth had expressively told his latest
follower that when he felt the need to return to Hogwarts, he'd have
the dark elf guide him out.
For the time being, he was content to zoom around the caverns of the
Dark Elves, narrowly missing death.
Just another day in the life of Harry James Potter.
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End Chapter
And Lupin begins to be worked into the story...