On the Path of a War Mage

Disclaimer

Anything you see and you recognise, namley Harry Potter and characters from his world, dont belong to me. Anything you see and don't recognise most likley comes from my rather odd imagination so is belongs to me (poor poor things).

Summary

Harry needs to get away from it all this summer but finds himself taken away from it all far sooner than he expected. H's quickly pulled into another world and forced to master new powers and skills just to survive... Post HBP

Chapter 4 – The Ceremony

As he walked forward Harry stared around the great room, it was around twice as big as the great hall in Hogwarts but again, seeming less and less strange now, spherical glowing white. Rows of seat lined the walls, ridges circumventing the spherical wall, the raising gradient creating a natural amphitheatre. All types of humanoid creatures decorating those benches with a variety of colours, shapes and sizes many wearing similar clothes to Harry but none in white. Many whispers darted around the room, some giggles and laughter for his earlier trip, some sat solemnly silent, glancing with stern expressions at their noisy neighbours.

In the centre of the sphere a regal man stood, dressed in baggy loose trousers tapering at the ankles and a long flowing sleeveless robe open at the front showing the marks decorating his chest. These were far more complex than Harry's or Kyara's and detailed in a pattern of many different hues from red to yellowy gold. He was vaguely human like, at least more so than Kyara. He had dark blue skin and long silvery hair worn loose framing his shoulders and falling down his back revealing sharply pointed ears immediately making Harry think of mythological elves. His eyes were larger than normal and a strange amber colour, reminding Harry of cat's eyes. He was around the same height as Harry but looked far older despite his totally hairless face, small creases marred the near flawless skin giving away that age.

Harry moved towards the man as beckoned until he stood opposite. The dark skinned man looked straight at him, eyes burning, Harry could practically feel the power radiating from them. Harry quickly dropped to one knee, not knowing exactly what he was meant to do but he understood that this man was obviously in charge and remembered Kyara's warning that is wasn't a good idea to annoy his future masters.

The man looked at him with slight interest tinged with disdain. He spoke with a lilting and melodic accent, quietly but powerful enough to reach into the far corners of the room bringing absolute silence.

"I am Brayenal, High Elder of the Order of Orobis. You are Chosen, bound to serve honour and obey the Orobis and its Elders. You hold the fabric of the Trinity in your hands and you must strive to defend it until the Uniting is upon us." He paused, eyes fixed on Harry who was meeting his gaze with a rather confused look. "What is your name Chosen?" He finished simply.

Startled slightly by this change of tack he stuttered a little before coming out with "Harry Potter Sir"

Brayenal looked up and around at the various humanoids gather around "The Chosen Harry Potter of the race of Merlin is presented to you. Guide him well in his journey and teach him the ways of The Orobis." The blue skinned elf like man stepped to one side and indicated that Harry should proceed down the corridor to his left between two of the four stands. "Go to your destiny Chosen."

Harry quickly walked in the direction shown, eager to leave the stares of the audience. As he left he could hear whispers began to dart around the auditorium sphere despite several obvious 'Shhhhs' that echoed in their wake. Finally he reached the wall and planted his hand on it whispering open and hoping. The wall opened for him and he stepped through breathing and audible sigh of relief as the wall shut behind him, whatever that was at least it was over.

Looking around he realised that now he had another problem. He was stuck in the middle of a rather twisty tube-like corridor with no idea where to go. Well at least it only had two possible directions and he wasn't going back in there to ask for help, no way. Striking out whilst attempting to feel less lost than he really was he rounded a bend and found to his horror a branch. He stood there at complete loss with what to do, starting to feel just a little angry with all of this. After a couple minutes, which seemed to stretch into eternity, of staring at the offending tunnels he was getting really angry and contemplating screaming at someone, if someone happened to be there, but they weren't and that wasn't helping the situation. Huffing in annoyance and just a little bit of helplessness he picked a tunnel at random, stepping towards it he suddenly heard the sound of muffled running feet and a figure shot round a corner of the other tube.

Harry breathed a sigh of relief as the stress and anger he felt left him for now. The slightly dishevelled figure proved to be Kyara who promptly grinned at Harry as he came to a stop panting slightly.

"Apologies for delaying you Chosen Harry but they do make the route complicated if you can not be going through the Great Hall. Plus I think Morgana felt like playing with me today, the corridors were not so long last time I did run them." He smiled brilliantly and added " If you be following me we'll see about getting you some more answers from your mentor and then perhaps a bed. Me thinks you will be needing your sleep tonight, after my own choosing I could have slept for a moon."

Harry followed the Tren down the corridor he had been about to head down. Unable to restrain his questions he gave up and narrowed it down to a few, who was to know if this mentor person would answer anything he asked.

"Who's Morgana?" he requested restraining himself to one question at a time despite how many he had. He suddenly realised he was beginning to get as bad as Hermione and wondered if Ron would ever forgive him for that. His mood took a dip at the thought of his friends as he wondered if he'd ever see them again.

"Morgana is all around us, she is this tunnel we be walking down and the room we were in. She be our home in this place but she is not being like the homes we are used to. She be alive and that I know for sure, she thinks and moves but does not do things like we do. She feeds a little on our magic, not enough for us to be missing it, and we protect her so she be giving us shelter and a home." Kyara stated confusing Harry further. The tiger man shrugged and continued "I know it be too much to understand at this time but it will come and things will be making more sense. I am thinking that your mentor will be wanting me to be your guide until your acceptance so there be plenty more time for questions later."

They continued down the corridor following a random series of twists, turns and splits Harry trying to figure out this Morgana thing. The 'building' was definitely organic, the way it moved and felt, the curves and tubes, all adding to that impression. It moved and changed and seemed to have moods, if what the Tren said was right, so it would make sense that it was alive. Whether or not she was alive she was incredibly beautiful in a strange way. He felt the walls exude warmth at the thought and an almost motherly feeling embraced him.

"What did you think that made Morganna so happy?" Kyara asked as he suddenly stopped.

Harry blushed "Well I kinda thought she was beautiful, why did you feel that too?" he asked.

"You have only been here for a short while and have won Morgana's heart, I am seeing why we only have the occasional Merlin's blood, any more and they're would be trouble. I did not feel anything but we be arriving at our destination much earlier than I be thinking. It is not a bad thing to impress Morganna so much so soon, she is a true protector to those she likes." The Tren summarised placing his hand on the wall. A short tunnel appeared through the doorway and a smooth wall in front. Harry stepped forward nervously as Kyara indicated he should go on alone. The wall hole shut and Harry picked his way forward wondering what awaited him this time sure that whatever it was it was going to be a surprise.

Nothing could have prepared him for what he saw as the wall opened in front of him…

A/N

Wahoo, another chapter done, took me a fair bit longer to write than the others as I realised I really needed to plan out how things worked/magic. I've now got a highly exciting note book (the back of my work note book to be exact) filled with squiggles and sketches and random words. If this takes off and I do my own website I'll have to scan some pages in for people to laugh at, may have to pick some of the more legible ones as my handwriting, especially when I'm coming up with ideas, really sucks.

Hmm so far I still like this story though Harry is being a bit of a wuss at the moment (for those of you not British or not familiar with the term it basically means coward). But it seemed to write that way and I figure he'd still be pretty shell shocked by the whole thing and not get too uppity yet. I'm sure angry/defiant Harry will appear later but it'll take time. Don't expect to see too much of incredibly depressed/sorry for himself Harry. Though this is probably how he'd be after Dumbledore's and his godfather's death I really cant stand too much depression, it depresses me and as I'm writing this as something to cheer me up at work its got to have mildly happy undertones.

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