SO SO SO sorry this story is so late!!! First there were last minute tests in school before Christmas vacation, then I had to go visit my relatives for two weeks, like 1500 miles from my computer, then I got sick and I think I have more excuses, but I'll leave it at there. So here's my next chapter. Enjoy!
Chapter 10: Chronicle of the Centaurs
By and by, obscurity came upon them, yielding shadows from nowhere and smothering the ginger-colored dusk with a shell of sinister black.
Luna, as you would expect, was blinded in the dark. However centaurs were excellent beings. As they were more habituated to the hours of darkness, both Velei and Srok could perceive, while vaguely, what rested in front of them.
"Srok?" Luna murmured. Fatigue had captured her body quicker than she had thought. "Where are we going?"
"Be mute precious," Velei soothed. "Our destination sits only a diminutive expanse away."
Luna desired to bicker, but lethargy paid its price upon her and she did not say anything. Closing her eyes, Luna permitted Srok to convey her to their native soil, wherever that was.
When she opened her eyes, a landscape of unutterable portrayal laid before her. Luscious shrubbery flecked the velvety ground while palm trees shielded unsullied meadows. In the backdrop, a magnificent waterfall stood, it's chaste water cascading down, cleansing each rock it brushed. Blossoms speckled the meadows and fruit dangled helplessly from trees.
"Wow." Luna breathed. But 'wow' was not enough to depict this vivid scene.
"Greetings to our modest habitat." Srok said with good cheer. "Our home and your residence for the time being."
Luna could simply gawk as Srok laid her down in a patch of Evening Glories. Velei presented Luna with some nuts and a banana.
"Consume these," she said caringly. "You must be famished. After all, you did not digest any provisions while we trekked."
Luna enthusiastically acquired the food, keenly savoring the vinegary taste of the nuts in the first mouthful.
Night was enchanting as Luna slept without a sole incident to perturb her. Flanked by both centaurs, she was kept snug and secure.
It was the first shaft of bullion sunbeams that roused Luna from her sleep. Treading quietly past the somnolent centaurs to the tepid hospitality of the serene waterfall in which she cleansed herself.
As she dined on a breakfast of seasoned fruit and acorns, a question that had lurked within her head ever since she had disembarked in this jungle. Was she going to stay here for good??
If Srok were some type of physic, then that would give reasons for how he knew what Luna had brought to mind.
"Don't worry Little One. You shall depart this site of abundant rainwater." Srok ensured.
Luna nodded meekly. This was not the first time this had come to pass. If truth were told, she had done it countless times with an anonymous cause.
"Srok, Velei may I ask you a question??"
Both centaurs glimpsed at each other, insecurity darkening their eyes, but they did not pronounce anything to rebuff Luna's question.
"What do you wish to request of us?" Velei ask subtly.
Luna gazed at her feet.
"I want to know," she said, her hands tousled together. "How come you are so gracious when centaurs are to be aloof and hardhearted with regard to humans?"
Velei sighed forlornly as Srok's brawny body fell saggy.
"My precious," Velei murmured sullenly, "this fable you must not convey to any of your nature." She waited until Luna nodded her head, illustrating her conformity. "This is not one of those tales of fairy that your folk fancy to pass on. It is a saga of gloom and immense desolation."
"As you know, we are centaurs. What you possibly will not know is that centaurs of the twelfth century were benevolent and generous as many hope them to be. Centaurs reigned the world for many a century before humans arose. We were deemed as deities. It was rather humorous to have you humans bow before us but we were obliged of your help and in return we assisted you."
Srok took over.
"Nevertheless, pleasant things amend as the four, yearly spells." He said somberly. "Humans unearthed their secreted vigor and their assessments of us amended as well. They brawled against the centaurs. We were distraught with the changes yet did nothing about them. We were regarded as gods, may I remind you, and needed not worry until it was at the last. The sovereign centaur, Phite was his forename, was questioned various times about the insurrection of the persons. He guaranteed us that we were safe. After all, who was more potent, the scrawny humans or the stalwart centaurs? But Phite's fair merriment concluded impulsively. The humans grew fervent by each passing day and in next to no time all that sat on the throne was Phite's blood-spattered head."
"The centaur realm was flared with wrath at the poor-minded humans. The crusade between the magical people, as they were yet to dub themselves with the forename wizard, persisted for countless years. If I recall, it was 103 years of brutal battle before the centaurs relented. But their resentment of the human being still flew high. Ferkin, great-grandson of the late Phite, pledged that all affairs between humankind and centaurians were to be deceased. And so it was that way."
"But there is something I don't understand," Luna queried. "If centaurs loathed us so much, why do you console me?"
Velei made herself heard before Srok could reply.
"Ferkin wasn't the only great-grandson of Phite. He had a younger brother, Gerg. Gerg affirmed that the only way to subsist in a world such as this was concord. Peace was the key for the bolt, the remedy to a protracted conflict. This perturbed Ferkin and in consequence, he pushed Gerg and his kin into ostracism."
"How vile!" Luna cried, aghast.
Srok and Velei together nodded.
"Yes," Srok said forlornly. "Expulsion into the tropical forests of Brazil."
Luna gasped.
"If Gerg and his family were exiled here," she said, stunned. "That must mean, that must mean you are interrelated to Gerg, which makes both of you regal!"
"If our empire still survived to subsist." Srok said wryly. "So we justly aren't. But true, Gerg was our great-great-great-great-great grandfather. He taught his brood to be benign towards humans. Afterwards it was passed down through each dawn of a new one."
Luna started to open her mouth, but Velei interjected.
"My dear, you may bear vast commiseration for myself and Srok, but do not put them into words. It is time for you to return to your folk. They have need of you, not like us. We relish our atmosphere. Now set off, farewell dear Luna, farewell."
Tears clouded Luna's eyes as she embraced Velei and Srok for the ultimate time.
"I'll miss you." Luna whispered into Velei's ear.
"Aye, and so shall we in return." Velei murmured back.
Luna twirled around. She didn't risk turning back around, for fear that her tears would expose her sorrow for leaving her beloved friends.
Closing her eyes, Remus and Hermione darted into view. Where were they? Was everything safe and sound with them?
"Oh Herms, Remus," she said mutely. "Let me return to you."
There was a rush of quick air. The earth plunged from under her shooting back up, swift and firm into her feet.
Luna opened her eyes.
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"See, I told you it was simple." Cho said smugly. "Harry doesn't know who or where he is. This could get awfully significant."
The nearest deatheater bowed to her in admiration.
"I was wrong." he admitted. "And you were correct. So Harry has amnesia. Now what do we do??"
Cho smiled nastily. Oh yes. She had PLENTY of ideas to accomplish with Forgetful Harry. Now the snag was where to begin.
The scheme hit Cho's head as soon as she had asked herself that question. The ideal way to divide Luna and Harry perpetually.
"Take me to him instantly." she said swiftly. Strolling over to her coffer, she jabbed through it, evidently searching for something.
"Aha!" she cried triumphantly, yanking a small, dark-tinted box from its hideaway.
Opening it, she wasted no time sliding its possession onto her finger.
"Milady, may I ask why you wear an engagement ring?" one of the deatheaters questioned cagily.
"Of course." Cho beamed. "Because I am going to brainwash unfortunate Harry to think that I am his fiancé."
The throng of deatheaters gasped with approval.
Cho smiled cordially at her fellow recruits before traveling to the dungeons where an ill-fated Harry awaited.
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"Harry precious, are you all right?" a tender voice murmured into his ear.
Harry opened his eyes. Where was he? Why were people clad in black robes enclosing around him? Who was Harry?
"Ohhh," Harry groaned, rubbing his throbbing head. What had happened to him that he had to obtain this agonizing headache?
"Oh Harry, I'm so thankful you're all right!" The raven-haired woman beside him sighed.
"Who are you? Have we met before?" Harry asked.
The woman sighed once again.
"Oh Harry, I was terrified that you wouldn't remember. I'm Cho, your fiancé."
He had a fiancé?? Since when? Harry struggled to recollect, but it was unachievable. Cho must actually be his soon-to-be-bride then!"
"Do you know what happened to me love?" Harry asked, stilling massaging his head.
Cho watched him dolefully.
"Oh Harry you had such a tragic mishap!" she said sorrowfully. "We were walking back to the bedroom when you saw something out the window. It was a Jobberknoll, you know, the small birds with blue specks and only makes sounds at the instant of bereavement. You pulled yourself closer for a nearer view, but you fell and hit your head. Oh precious! As long as you are all right, my heart is satisfied!"
As Cho compressed her lips upon his, Harry perceived that something was erroneous with Cho's story. But he didn't let that thought linger for long as he began to return the kiss to his beloved.
A/N: Yes! Another chapter completed!! Yay!! Sorry for the long update. I'll try to update sooner. PLEASE review!! You are my inspiration, really! Thanks if you do!
Adieu!!
