DISCLAIMER: I do not own anything within this story, except for Dnomyar, but really, doesn't everyone have a special Original Character? Of course you do…. And now, without anymore delays, Chapter 19 But first… many more interruptions! Oh, never mind.
AUSTRALIA WILDERNESS a.k.a. THE OUTBACK- June 18th, 9:42 A.M.
Dnomyar had been wondering through the Australian Outback for hours and he still found no sign of Draco Malfoy. He rubbed his stomach as it began to growl. "Oh… where is he…?", Dnomyar groaned. He was sick of all the walking. Add that to Dnomyar's growing hunger and thirst, well, then you get a very cranky Portal-Mage.
"Well, who are you?", asked a very rude voice. Dnomyar turned in surprise and gaped at the figures behind him. There was over twenty of them! One was a tall, pale creature with red eyes and thin nostrils. He was also very pale. Which was extremely odd, considering they were in a desert. "Well?", asked the man again.
"You are all just umm… what's the word?", Dnomyar scratched his chin in thought. He looked around at the figures in black. There were moving uncomfortably, it was hot after all. "You are all just… illusions? No, I'm thinking of Ixidor there. Hmmm…. Oh! I know! You are all just mirages! Yes! See, I'm not stupid! You probably thought I was stupid, but I'm not. I just proved you all wrong!"
Voldemort's, for that's who it was, left eye twitched in annoyance. "Who are you.", repeated Voldemort slowly, as if he was talking to an extreme idiot. Which, in reality, was quite true, in a way.
"Me? Oh, I'm just a humble manipulator with a knack for causing chaos. I'm gonna be the next chaos lord, its my destiny.", Dnomyar got all teary-eyed while Voldemort rubbed the little nose bridge of his. Seriously though, he's like a snake, so he has a very tiny nose, never mind a nose bridge!
"Yes, okay, but who are you?", repeated Voldemort.
"I'm Dnomyar, duh.", responded Dnomyar. Suddenly, his stomach rumbled again. "Hey, do you have any food?"
"No.", replied the thoroughly annoyed Voldemort. "Are you a pure-blood?"
"A what's-it-who-or-blood-going-pure?", wondered Dnomyar. He looked at Voldemort curiously. "Are you a pure-blood?
"Er… how dare you!", screamed the flustered Voldemort. "Lucius, Bellatrix, Goyle, get him!"
"Get me…? Get me what? Food? Yeah! Hey, what're you all doing? No!", cried out Dnomyar.
Voldemort closed his eyes in satisfaction. He listened to the three different screams…. His eyes popped open. Screams, three? He saw Dnomyar jumping on all three of his loyal followers. "Bouncy, bouncy, bouncy!", cheered Dnomyar.
"Avada Kedavra!", sneered Voldemort. Dnomyar opened his eyes wide at the green spell. He then opened a portal and the spell disappeared.
"Thanks, I've been looking for a Killing Curse!", responded Dnomyar cheerfully.
"So. You are a wizard then?", asked Voldemort. He looked at Dnomyar, calculating him.
"Nope. I'm a Portal Mage, read the script.", replied Dnomyar looking around at the desert once more. "Wow, is it hot out here, or is it just me?"
"It's hot out here. And what script?", responded Voldemort carefully.
"The one in your robe pockets.", replied Dnomyar. He started to skip around.
Voldemort checked his robes and sure enough. There was a script. He opened it and read:
CHAPTER 19
The Portal Mage meets up with Draco Malfoy. Draco Malfoy was told that the Portal Mage had killed his mother, causing Draco to attack the Portal Mage relentlessly. Finally, Voldemort is forced to kill Draco. Unfortunately, Lucius jumps in front of the spell. Draco then kills Voldemort and the Portal Mage. Draco then signs a pact with the Dark Angel.
Voldemort looked up to see Dnomyar looking at the sun intently. "What's this rubbish? The young Malfoy brat isn't here!", roared Voldemort. Dnomyar looked at Voldemort blankly.
"Wha…?", asked Lucius in confusion. He stood up carefully, he was in pain due to Dnomyar's stomping.
"None of your concern!", snarled Dnomyar. "What do you mean, Volde-Dork? The Malfoy Scum isn't here? This was supposed to be then end of the story! There was gonna be a sequel and everything!"
"Well, its not the end. In fact, you're looking at ten more chapters, at the very least.", stated Voldemort calmly. He then looked bewildered, he hadn't meant to say that!
"Damnit! It's Fate and Destiny! I freaking hate them! They rule me with an iron freaking fist!", Dnomyar was raging now. He evidently didn't like Fate or Destiny, but really now, who did? "This happens every time! I'll get a bunch of super-cool villains, try to take over the world, and then Fate and Destiny allow the 'Universal Reset Button' to be pushed, or worse, they control my body, and let everyone go! Why don't any of my plans come to fruition? Or why don't they get themselves a life?"
Voldemort looked at Dnomyar thoughtfully. "Perhaps, perhaps you would join me? It's obvious that you are powerful. And perhaps then we can take on these people you seem to despise. What are you doing?", Dnomyar seemed to be taking off his clothes.
"It's getting hot out here, so take off all your clothes!", sang Dnomyar. Voldemort looked at him disgustedly. "What? Oh fine. I'll leave my clothes on. I'm only trying to be funny."
"Well, quit it.", snarled Voldemort. "Our allotted time is nearly up! We need to plan stuff!"
"Allotted time?", questioned Dnomyar.
"Yes, everyone who is a main character gets a small bit every five chapters or so. You and Harry are the main characters.", replied Voldemort, he was of course referring to the script.
"Cool! I like being a main character. Enough fooling around! On with the story! What was your plan?", stated Dnomyar, being uncharacteristically serious.
"Well, its like this-", Voldemort was cut off though. His allotted time was up. "It is not!", Voldemort shouted. He had broken through the barrier that protected the author from his creations. "I refuse for my time to be up!"
"You tell him!", shouted Dnomyar. His voice was muffled though, he couldn't break the barrier.
I uh… decided to allow more time to Voldemort. "Well, my plan, Dnomyar, involves several Dementors and re-raising Azkaban. It disappeared you know, I was going to make that my base. I nearly lost my followers. Luckily Cornelius Fudge was able to get them out."
"Right, er… ex-nay on the Ornelius-Cay, Udge-Fay! So… the plan?", asked Dnomyar.
"I'm going to get my castle back. Then I'm going to get revenge on those Orcs, and their leader, Saruman of Many Colours!", Voldemort said wistfully.
"You said 'Colors' wrong.", Dnomyar pointed out.
"Hmmm? Oh, no, it's how some Canadians and the English spell it.", replied Voldemort cheerfully.
"Oh, really? That's cool. Anyway, let's wake up your slack-jawed followers and restore Azkaban!", replied Dnomyar. And sure enough, the Death Eaters were staring at the pair in shock. "What? Do I have a boogie hanging out?"
AFRICA- Sahara Desert, June 18th, 9:56 A.M.
Harry had been flying for quite a while and he was starting to get tired. I mean, if you've ever watched Dragon Ball Z, you'll notice that they can fly for a very long time, but they can still get tired. So really, its only natural that Harry would get tired of flying.
Harry lowered, telling his charges about his tiredness. Naturally they complained, saying that it was too hot. So he put a cooling charm on all five of them. And then he landed.
"So Harry," Blaise began after Harry had landed and let the four of them out, "What is that packet of papers in your pocket?"
"Papers? Hmmm… it's a script? Weird… hey! Check this out! It has spoilers from my sixth year! Wow… the Half-Blood Prince is…!", before he could finish though, the script vanished. And in its place was the newly edited script. "Whoa! This tells me what's gonna happen! Look here! It says….":
CHAPTER 19
Dnomyar is in Australia, where he meets Voldemort (at this, the four girls gasped in fear) After some comical intrusion, we skip to Harry and his concubines (at this Harry blushes and protests) Just kidding Harry! (Harry looks up in confusion) He does get to meet Dagoth Ur in person. An action scene follows closely. And after that, we skip to the Dragon Lord where we learn more about mana, and a huge set-up for the sequel. Did I say sequel? Of course not….
"What is this?", wondered Harry incredulously. "He flipped through its pages, reading chapters twenty to twenty-five. "Wow! The ending of this story is very… weird.", Harry comments. The four girls are huddled, looking over Harry's shoulder at the script. "And look! The ending word is frozen! Unless you count the epilogue. And I don't, because the epilogue leads you into the next story."
"Not necessarily, Harry", replied Hermione scathingly, "A prologue works just as well!"
"Listen Hermione, I did not do those… things… to you! I swear it! So could you please, please, stop insinuating I did?", muttered Harry unhappily.
"Sorry.", replied Hermione, but she didn't sound sorry, not at all. In fact, she sounded downright vicious.
"Well, its about time.", came a cold, chilling voice. Dagoth Ur! And indeed, it was, the evil Golden-Masked man from Bethesda Softworks Elder Scrolls III: Morrowind! "Hey you, narrator, no blatant advertising!", snapped Dagoth Ur. "Besides, their new game, Oblivion will be out soon. So advertise that!", I sneered at Dagoth Ur, but he was instead talking to Harry. "-and so, that is why you should help me!"
"Uh… why?", asked Harry in obvious confusion.
"I just told you!", snapped Dagoth Ur.
"No you didn't, you just said, '-and so, that is why you should help me!'", replied Harry, Luna and Blaise nodded in agreement.
"Er… nuh-uh! You're a liar!", snarled the nearly-naked Golden-Masked man. "Anyway, I said, 'It's a pleasure to see you Harry, come here and drink some tea. You refused though. And twenty years later, you said, 'Uh… why?'"
"Yes, but I'm still fifteen. Not uh…thirty-five.", replied Harry raising an eyebrow.
"Wha…? Oh, yes, of course. Anyway, I want you to join my house. I realize that you are not a Dunmer, but you are powerful enough. And when we go back to Vvardenfell, you can come with us! And then we'll drive out the Imperial scum! And… uh… take over all of Morrowind and stuff.
"Yes, I'm sure it's a great idea and all, but I really don't want to. I mean, I don't want to rule over anybody.", replied Harry truthfully.
"Are you mad? Not wanting to rule over others? How couldn't you? And its so very easy! All you have to do is blackmail someone. Or force them. Or coerce them. And it so much fun! Here, I can even get those girls to… love you.", the man in the Golden Mask quirked his eyebrows comically and then stood still. He then emanated a strange force from his body.
"No!", cried Harry, he quickly put a shield around his charges. "How dare you?", cried Harry. In his rage he was once again covered in a golden aura. His eyes were turquoise or, teal. His hair was on end, and it was a light golden color. "You dare to force others to do your will? I give you a choice Dagoth, leave now or die!"
"Um… I'll just leave then….", the Masked man trembled in fear. "Fear? Did the author say fear? I don't fear! I'll get you kid!"
And then it got serious. The evil man waved his hands around and cursed Harry. Harry gasped in pain. His right arm began to shrivel up. Harry attempted to attack Dagoth Ur, but he was in too much pain. Harry gasped as his right arm suddenly exploded. Harry's blood stained the desert ground.
"No!", cried out Blaise. She charged at Dagoth Ur, casting spell after spell. The evil man simply dodged them all. He grabbed her arm and twisted it. He then crushed the bone. "Argh!", she screamed. Her arm had small bits of bone poking out through the skin, blood dripped out of the remnants of her arm.
Luna suddenly stood. "Dagoth Ur… I had hoped to never reveal my…. True self. It seems however, that you leave me no choice. Goodbye!", and without further ado, she grew four times in size and changed her skin color into a sickly green. Her fingers transformed into demonic claws.
"What… are you?", gasped Ginny in fear.
"I am… a changeling. Okay, no, I'm not an evil one, I'm one of the few 'good' changelings. I'm a member of Earth's Special Forces, the er, world we're from. Anyway, Dagoth Ur! You shall pay for your evil!", and with that she charged at Dagoth Ur.
Dagoth dodged her initial charge, but blocked all of her next punches. He was unable to cast any spells though. It was a draw in power. Dagoth was hard pressed to fight an enormous power. Luna was also having trouble. She didn't have the necessary endurance due to her time in captivity. "Urgh… get Harry… out of here! I can't… hold him off forever!", grunted Luna. And sure enough, Dagoth Ur finally landed a punch that reverted Luna to her human form.
Luckily though, a lone hero had suddenly appeared. "Dagoth Ur? Unbelievable! I've beaten you once, need I do it again?", that was what the hero said.
"Nerevar…?", gasped Dagoth Ur in fear. The figure nodded. "Well… um… these guys resurrected me! Kill them! I don't even want to be here!"
"I doubt it Dagoth Ur. I was watching from over there. Now you will die and stay dead!", cried out the Nerevar. The Nerevar brought out its sword and slashed at Dagoth Ur. Dagoth Ur screamed in anguish as his hand was cut off. The Nerevar proceeded to defeat Dagoth Ur steadily.
"No! I cannot die! I am a god! No!", but alas for himself, Dagoth Ur was defeated once and for all. Or was he? Of course he was. I think.
After that, the Nerevar restored Harry's arm, or, what he really did was use his own life energy to create one. It was silver. He also restored Blaise's arm. He then woke Luna up.
"Thank you… uh?", questioned Harry. He wasn't quite sure what the Nerevar was. Or if it was a male or female.
"You can call me Lord Nerevar. I've defeated Dagoth Ur once before, and that was when he nearly was a real god!", replied the Nerevar. "It's quite hot here, you want to leave the desert?", his question was responded with nods. So he quickly cast some strange spells on all of them and they began to fly. They followed him east.
ENGLAND- Countryside, June 18th, 11:28 A.M.
"Alright, are you all ready for your next lesson?", Azusa asked her students. Kuloks, Hermione, the Dragon Lord, and the rest of the druids nodded. "Excellent. I'm going to explain the six types of magic. Now, even though that there is only six types of magic, there are also sub-groups. Now, I've told you of green and blue, and a little bit of red. Today we learn how they relate with the remaining three types."
"Umm… Azusa, how can we relate the first three with the remaining three if we don't even know what they are?", wondered Hermione.
"Ah… true, true. I admit that I was rather excited about the relationships between the six, that I'd skipped the remaining three. Okay then, black magic. The energy that radiates from death and decay. It's morbid, but powerful. Those who utilize black magic can cause their enemies to lose their memories, or even their minds. They can bring corpses back to life. Zombies or Inferi.", replied Azusa. She looked sick to her stomach.
"So… black magic is evil?", asked the Dragon Lord. He was past his anger now. Before he had just wanted revenge, but now, now he was learning very interesting things. Much more important to learn and become powerful than to just attack while weak.
"Well… it's not evil exactly. They could use these powers to stop true villains. I won't lie and say that I approve of the magic, but magic itself is neutral. It's how you use it.", replied Azusa thoughtfully. She looked at the dead grass under her feet. "Even I, with my green magic could be considered evil. I… I'm afraid that things are not as simple as we'd all like. I've destroyed toys that belonged to my students just because they weren't natural.", she looked up and smiled bitterly. "I know better now, but they still despise all things unnatural. I'm afraid that even I've created true villains."
"I'm sure… that they learned as well.", Hermione stated uncertainly.
"Thank you, child, but alas, they were killed by me. I had to preserve the natural balance.", replied Azusa sadly. "Anyway, white magic is most commonly used to heal. Yes, those well versed in white magic tend to be able to save many lives."
"So… does that mean that even though white magic seems to be good, there is also something bad about it?", asked Hermione.
"Yes. Remember though, is not that its bad, its that it can be used for bad things. Magic is neutral. But, to answer your question, yes, white magic is very controlling. They can restrict your power, restrict your mind, restrict your life. They don't believe that individuals have rights. If they could, everyone would be trapped, restricted, unable to escape the rigid systems of white magic.", she shuddered at the thought of such a restriction.
"So you don't like white magic?", asked the Dragon Lord.
"It's not that. I just don't agree with its philosophies. I am, after all, a green mage. Now though, it is time for the last color of magic. I call it True Color. It is all of the magic's together. It brings all of the magic's strengths and weaknesses together. It binds them, creating powerful, but very difficult magic. I believe that most people fall under this type of magic. On this world at least.", muttered Azusa thoughtfully. "Although… I have been feeling surges of single mana… could be the kami, I just can't tell."
"Yes, I've felt it as well.", replied Kuloks. He was frowning thoughtfully. "I don't suppose this world has a Mirari? No, what utter nonsense. This world has hardly any mana… but it would fit….", Kuloks trailed off uncertainly.
"What is this 'Mirari'?", asked Hermione anxiously.
"The Mirari was an artifact that nearly destroyed my world. It infused creatures with mana, where it came from we'll never know, I think it was brought from another plane of existence… I think I've heard of it… dominian… no… its something like that though. Anyway, it transformed the Leonin and some of the Nim into horrifying creatures. We were lucky though, the plane's creator arrived to help us. Karn… the Planeswalker. It was awe-inspiring, he ripped the Mirari and slowly healed the land. It was him who told us of dominia… dominaria… still can't remember the name.", muttered Kuloks.
Suddenly there was a bright flash of light and a figure all in white appeared before all of them. The figure had spiky white-blue hair. His face was a darker blue, but still a bit pale. This new person had bright blue eyes. He spread his tiny arms out to the group of shocked on-lookers, opened his mouth and stated, "I am the Ultimate Kai."