Heir of the Immortals Resurrection
Chapter 4
Herald moved over the Hills of Scotland at supersonic speed, grass fluttering behind him in his wake as a trail of dust was stirred up by his pounding feet. An icy wind bit into his face as he moved, sweeping his hair back from his face and leaving his dark blue skin chafed.
Steam burst from his nose and an aura of fire danced around his body to combat the cold. He skidded to a stop at the base of a hill, his light Brown work boots digging trails in the earth.
Before him carved into the Tyndrum's hills was a square opening, held up by wood that had grayed with time. Pulling his dark Brown bomber jacket tighter around him, he moved forward, a ball of fire hovering above his left palm.
Gravel crunched under his feet as shadows danced along old wooden walls that held back the earth. Metal creaked as he stepped on the beginnings of rails that led deeper into the earth.
Sitting down cross-legged at the beginnings of the rails, he placed his hand onto the earth as his fireball moved to hover above his head.
Using Jacqueline Falsworth's library, he searched for the old gold mines around England and Scotland. Hopefully, he will be able to pull enough traces of gold to help him and Mary begin new lives in America. Without the ability to teleport, he had to stay close to home since he only had days before he left for the states.
Turning his head forward, he closed his eyes and sent his senses into the earth. Ripples spread out from his fingers sinking deep into the earth. For a while, he only found the trace amounts of gold that always existed in the dirt. Though it would take more dirt and be more time-consuming, he pulled the traces together. Forming them into large bars that emerged from the earth like some strange worm.
Not wanting anything to go to waste, he also pulled at the traces of copper, iron, and silver from the ground.
When each bar left the earth, he would follow its trail back, meticulously closing the trail left through the earth to keep the ground beneath him stable.
With eyes still closed, he rose to his feet, moving deeper into the mine. Each step released ripples that search for metal. Metal resonated with the ripples, being pulled together and forced from the earth.
Shadows danced along the walls and dust rained down from the ceiling as rock shifted. Falling gravel became the music of his work as he walked through each trail, pulling any metal he could find from the earth.
Finally, after 2 ½ hours, he stopped at the end of the final tunnel. Rough rock speckled with divots stretched before him. Opening his eyes, he stared at the wall slowly placing his hand upon it.
The walls softened beneath his hand, becoming an Ebony-colored putty. Forming an image in his mind, he pushed that image forward. The wall shifted the space beneath his hand deepening and rising. Keeping his hand outstretched, he moved forward, continuing to send pulses through his feet.
An arch hallway appeared before him, dirt expanding, hardening, and smoothing around him. Soon, he passed. 10 feet, 20 feet, 30 feet. As he reached 35 feet, he was just about to turn around having only found more copper and iron and a little silver.
Just as he spun on his heel, a pulse sent from his foot hit something. Kneeling, he placed his hand on the earth. A small circle about the width of a finger appeared around him, dust bursting upwards as it descended.
5 feet, 10 feet, 15 feet at 50 feet down, he stopped his senses lighting up as he detected gold as far as he could sense. It spread throughout the earth like the roots of a tree. Having hardened the earth into tunnels as he descended, he sat, crossing his legs.
Slowly, he began pulling the gold together forming it into pure bars before pushing it towards the mine floor.
"How sad that people toiled away in this mind for precious metal only for it to be beneath their feet the entire time."
Each time he removed the gold from the earth, he would close the trails behind him, hardening the earth to keep it from collapsing. As he created a trail before him, a smile that his face when the occasional diamond was found beside a vein of gold.
When the last of the gold was pushed upwards, he followed the trail, emerging back into the tunnel to find the entire space filled with gold. All of it was stacked in neat rows reaching into the ceiling.
Stepping forward, he began moving the gold out of the tunnel. Reaching the entrance, he formed dirt into stone trunks around the precious metals. Flicking his feet forward, the stone chests slid along the earth.
The moon hung high in the sky as he exited the mine. A cold breeze chilled his skin as it dried the sweat that had accumulated on his body.
Slapping his hands together, he placed them on his lower back leaning back and groaning as his spine popped. Drawing an arm across his chest, he stretched his shoulders.
Finally feeling loose, he lifted into the air, the chest following him on his rise with a bit of telekinetic power. "Now, on to the next one, then the hard part begins."
From high in the sky, he shot forward staying high enough to be out of a person's line of sight, but low enough to not be caught on radar.
–XX –
Mary Walker's bare feet skidded along the wooden floor of the ballroom at Falsworth Manor, strands of her Auburn hair falling into her face as she jerked to a stop. The fabric of her white tank top heaved, a trail of sweat drenching the fabric and showing the curve of her breast.
Wiping her left hand on the fabric of her sweatpants, she repositioned her grip on her sword. A blue aura surrounded her body as she blurred forward telekinetically boosting her physical prowess.
A smile curled Jacqueline's lips as Mary closed the distance between them. Her body blurred as she moved from side to side. With a step, she appeared in front of Mary.
The Auburn-haired woman twisted her hips, bringing her sword around in a swipe towards Jacqueline's toned stomach.
Jacqueline leaped back, muscles bulging beneath her sports bra. Landing with knees bent, the fabric of her black spandex pants stretched, highlighting the curves of her body.
Jacqueline inclined her head, "Good, you're getting better."
Mary reappeared; the light blue aura mixed with black fading from her body. "What's the point of this? I still can't catch you."
Retrieving a white towel from one corner, Jacqueline toweled off her face before draping it around her neck, "Herald tends to get himself into dangerous situations. He seems to care about you, and since he's already lost Flora, I don't want him to experience the pain of losing someone else, so I'm showing you how versatile your telekinesis can be."
"Speaking of Herald, any idea why he wanted the papers you had gathered for him?"
"Don't know, but he had quite a bit of gold, silver, copper, and iron with him. He also asked me to postpone the flight until tomorrow evening."
Mary slid down the wall of the room, a bottle of water clutched in her hand, "That's putting our timetable to stop the slavers awful short."
Jacqueline closed the distance between them, her reflection doubling from the mirrors that decorated the walls and ceiling, "Herald is a lot of things, but he wouldn't ask this if it wasn't important." "Now," she stretched her hand forward, "are you ready to go again?"
Sitting her water down, Mary grasped the hand and Jacqueline pulled her to her feet, "Any reason you're not sleeping."
"Given my unique history, I don't need much, but since the vampire attack, I've been leery of sleeping once the sun goes down since it would leave me vulnerable."
Mary cocked her head to the side in curiosity, but Jacqueline ignored it. "Enough about that, let's go again." Jacqueline backed away as Mary did the same and raised her sword in front of her.
–XX –
Heraldhovered in the air, ten stone chests orbiting around him, a file of papers folded underneath his arm. An icy wind sent his hair fluttering. Red eyes swept the city below, traveling along every alley and side street.
With a force of will, he moved forward. Red streamers of energy curling around him. With each revolution, a little more of him flickered out a view, by the time he had made it a foot in the air, he was completely invisible.
Nerves bulged out on his forehead and beads of sweat trailed down each one as he fought to project a telepathic illusion over the entire European Union. The hardest part was not the illusion, the hardest part was containing the residual psychic energy so that other telepaths did not sense what he was doing.
Right now, no one would see him with the naked eye, and anyone that was looking over a computer system would ignore his presence and delete it without even realizing what they were doing.
Landing at the entrance of Grimmauld place, he moved through the neighborhood, allowing his telepathic message to relax and only focus on the street around him.
Plywood covered the windows of houses, the base of a radio breaking the silence like a heartbeat. Glass littered the ground from broken streetlamps, crunching under his feet as he moved farther down the street.
Approaching number twelve, he stopped at the burned-out wreckage as it bloomed in between eleven and thirteen.
Red energy flared around him, coalescing into a psionic dagger. Keeping his eyes locked on the skeleton of a home, he sliced his palm. "By right of blood, I summon thee, by my blood come to me, Nymphadora Belyllioth Black."
Light flared from the blood he shed on the ground, and the house seemed to repair itself before his eyes. Within moments, a tall Gothic-style Manor stood before him, its grey paint pristine, yellow light shining from each window.
The front door opened, and a blast of heat washed over his body, driving away the chill. Distantly, he heard crows caw.
A woman stepped onto the porch, her purple eyes staring at him. Chains around her wrists and ankles rattled with each step.
A wave of energy washed over the street as crimson fire burst to life inside the shells of the streetlamps. As she drew closer, the flickering red flames allowed him to see her features.
She was 5'8" tall, with purple eyes, lightly tanned skin, and pointed ears. Hip-hugging leather pants clung to her curves. Clawed fingers poked out of the sleeves of a studded leather jacket. Stopping a foot from him, she crossed her arms over her chest, elevating her breasts inside her purple T-shirt.
For a long moment, she just stared at him then she cocked her head to the side, sweeping a strand of her short black hair out of her face, "It's been a long time since anyone has summoned me, usually it's always been someone of the magical world," she spat, "I am curious. How did you know the ritual?"
"You're not the only one that grew up a prisoner in the magical world…"
Her purple eyes flared red, "You know nothing about me!"
Harald raised a hand. "I know quite a bit about you your name is Nymphadora Belyllioth Black, daughter of Cygnus Black and the demon Belyllioth. Your father summoned your mother because he was jealous of the attention your uncle Sirius Aries Black the second was getting from the family after being taken in as a personal apprentice by Lily Potter.
He hoped to use your birth to elevate his status within the family. Unfortunately for him, your mother Belyllioth killed your father after your birth, since she now had a permanent anchor in this world. Afterward, she gave you to the magical world in exchange for them leaving her alone under the condition that she would train you to use your powers to better help them."
"Since then, you have worked as something like a crossroads demon. People make deals with you in exchange for something they want. Most of the time, you choose knowledge, searching for a way to better your state in life." He allowed his eyes to scan up and down her body. "Other times you're open to more physical payments."
Staring into her eyes, he crossed his arms over his chest, "Am I close?"
Nymphadora stared at him, unconsciously taking a step back, "how do you know all that?"
"You may be the secret weapon of the black family and their close allies, but I was the secret weapon of the Potters for over a decade. While trapped there, your interactions with people were how I learned to deal with others," a blush covered his cheeks, "granted I stopped watching when you got intimate with a client."
Nymphadora looked down, "You have no idea what it's like to be trapped here, I've been here for decades, I just wanted some contact with another living being."
Herald raised his hands, "Hey, I'm not judging, I spent the past couple of years dealing with an addiction, before dying and coming back in a younger body."
Nymphadora raised an eyebrow, "You're awful chatty to someone you've never met."
"If you accept my offer, then our situations will change tonight."
Nymphadora leaned back on her heels, "What do you want?" She asked in a tired voice.
"I want you to transfer half of these metals into cash at 100 percent of the exchange rate, and create an account using the information in this file," removing the file from underneath his arm, he handed it to her.
Taking the file, she flipped through it nodding slowly, lowering the file, she glanced at the metals. "With this amount of cash, I will have to create a Backstory, that will increase my price."
"That's fine."
Closing the file, she slipped it underneath her arm, "you know, most people ask me for something more difficult, resurrecting a dead loved one, curing cancer, making them a millionaire."
"They don't know the more difficult task, the higher the price." A smile curled his lips. "Luckily, I think I've got something that will cover it all."
"What is that?"
"A portion of the multi-verse map."
Nymphadora's mouth fell open, before her eyes narrowed, "You lie!"
"See for yourself."
Nymphadora's eyes flashed red. After a moment, the glow faded, "Huh, you do have some of the map. That will be enough to do what you ask. Except for creating the backstory."
Herald sat down cross-legged; his arms spread out to his sides. Red energy flared from his palms, taking strange geometric shapes as his eyes drifted closed. Slowly, the two towers of shapes drifted towards one another, forming into a DNA helix. After a moment, the helix folded over and disappeared in a bright flash, in its place was a glowing red dagger made of Psionic energy.
The blade was a translucent red with tiny runes glowing a bright red moving inside. With a flick of his fingers, the dagger floated forward.
Herald's chest heaved, his T-shirt now sticking to his body. "That," he began, his breath coming out in short pants, "will be able to cut the chains and free you from this place." he nodded at Grimmauld place.
Nymphadora stared at the dagger, her mouth hanging open, "How?"
"The Potters forced me to study runic magic while I was with them, my knowledge has grown since then. Now hurry, I'm not very fluent in combining magical and Psionic energy.
Without hesitation, Nymphadora grabbed the dagger and slashed the chains. Just as the blade touched the chains, they burst into sulfurous black smoke.
Herald slumped allowing the dagger to fade when the chains disappeared.
Nymphadora stared at her body, marveling at the feeling of finally being free of the chains.
Herald slowly pushed himself to his feet. "If I were you, I would use the dimensional map to flee to another earth, just so they can't put you back."
Nymphadora turned to him, "Why would you do this for me? Especially being what I am?"
"You are what you make yourself, your blood or family does not always have to define you, and I know what it's like to be imprisoned."
Nymphadora stepped forward. Leaning close, she placed a kiss on his lips. Stepping back, she inclined her head, "Thank You."
"Now," she cracked her fingers, a wide smile spreading across her face, "I guess it's time for me to keep up my end of the bargain." Keeping a wide smile, red light flared from her eyes, consuming the street.