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Chapter 3

Harry and Lord Ragk'nok were walking toward the Arena. They came to a resting area and Harry turned to Lord Ragk'nok, "Is there a room I could enter and be by myself for a few minutes?"

Lord Ragk'nok answered, gesturing toward the nearest door, "This room should do nicely."

Harry thanked him and walked into the room. Then he focused his magic and caused the room to be silent from the outside, so no one could eavesdrop in. Once he was sure it was secure, he called out, "Ebony?"

Immediately Ebony appeared in front of him, and Harry flew into her arms. "I missed you." Harry mumbled into Ebony's shoulder. Ebony stroked his hair, "I know my beloved, and I wished I could help more. All I could do was send Lord Ragk'nok to help support your claim in that challenge."

Harry looked up into her eyes and said with passion, "That was all I needed, I have practiced and practiced for a day like this, I know that with your training and as your champion, I can defeat that goblin and his champion."

Ebony squeezed him briefly, "And I believe in you my beloved. Now that I have officially accepted you as my champion, here are some emblems for everyone to know that you are my official champion." Here she pulled out a silvery cloak from a pocket and handed it to Harry. Harry handled it and it felt like water running through his fingers. He unfolded it, put it on and reached for the clasp, but there wasn't one. He looked confusedly at Ebony.

Ebony chuckled, "The clasp is special." From another pocket she pulled out a circle, set on a triangle, bisected by a line. "This symbol is what humans use to represent me and my three greatest gifts. The Wand of Eternity," here she ran a finger along the line, "The Stone of Resurrection," she traced the circle, "And the Cloak of Invisibility," she traced the triangle. "Together they make the Deathly Hallows. You have one in your possession now." She gestured to the cloak. Harry looked at it closer, then he reached out his magic to "feel" the cloak. It felt exactly like Ebony. He looked up at Ebony, "What do these objects do?"

Ebony smiled and fastened it to his cloak, "The Cloak of Invisibility allows one to hide from me, and because I can find anyone anywhere, it can hide you from anyone. There are other properties that only my champion can use, you'll find out about those later. The Stone of Resurrection allows someone to bring a soul back from the afterlife, but the dead do not belong on this side of the veil, so they experience increasing pain the longer they stay. And finally, the Wand of Eternity. It is a wand fashioned from an elder tree that grows on the very edge of life, touching the veil, but not crossing over, and the core is the heartstring of a thestral. It is the most powerful wand, but only for its rightful owner, my champion. If anyone else uses it, it only provides a dramatic increase in their powers." Here she pulled Harry into another hug, "Don't worry about these things for now, just know that the cloak is yours and it will always come back to you when you summon it."

Harry tightened his grip. "Thank you so much for being there for me, and making me your champion. Then he stepped back, "I had better head out, before HangNail calls me a coward and claims my vault in my absence."

Ebony squeezed him for a second longer, then let him go, "I'll watch your fight and only intervene if it looks like you are going to lose from something underhand. I will always be with you my beloved." Then she disappeared.

Harry undid the spells around the room and opened the door. Chief Ragk'nok looked interested in the new cloak, but refrained from saying anything. They started walking towards the Arena, talking about nothing of importance.

Iduna walked towards the Arena. Wearing a dark brown cloak and a sword hanging from her belt, she stood out like a sore thumb in the midst of all the goblins. She was 6' tall with soft violet eyes that constantly scanned the area around her, her midnight black hair falling like a waterfall to the small of her back. From what she had heard, a human had challenged a goblin in the Arena. This hasn't happened in quite a few years, so everyone was excited. Iduna merely went to relieve the boredom she was feeling.

Iduna was the product of a Dark Elf father, and a High Elf mother, which was highly frowned upon. The offspring are called Shadow Elves. She has the fair skin of the High Elves, and the violet eyes of the Dark Elves. From the High Elf side, she has the ability to see magic in all its forms and can manipulate it. From the Dark Elf side, she gained the ability to see in pure darkness and things that are normally invisible and unnoticeable. Also she can use the pure sorcery of the High Elves, and the dark sorcery of the Dark Elves.

Shadow Elves are not accepted in the elfin realms so as soon as she was old enough to care for herself, which is 16 elfin years old, she was cast out, never to walk the elfin lands again. Because the elfin race was so much longer lived, she was essentially cursed to walk alone, because anyone she became friends with would die of old age long before she would even look a year older. She had been banished merely 5 human years ago and she was looking for her place in this world.

As Iduna reached the Arena, she slowed to truly appreciate the architectural wonder that the goblins had produced. It was similar in structure to the Roman Colosseum, but larger and underground. Arches were everywhere and the stadium seating was truly a wonder. It was a tiered system where it would raise a couple hundred benches, then it would have an overhang to create more room with less space back. Most of the goblin clans in the Goblin Nation would be able to sit comfortably and see fairly well. On one side just above the wall surrounding the Pit, sat the Lord box, where the Lord and the Clan heads sat.

Iduna walked around the Arena watching the goblins file in to the benches, yelling out bets and money swapping hands. She walked to the wall of the Pit and looked out. The Pit was one large circular dirt pit a bout 350 feet long with 20 foot high walls surrounding it on all sides.

On the opposite side Iduna could see the entrance for one of the contestants. Hidden in the shadows was a goblin of considerable size, at least a foot taller than the average goblin and pure muscle. Iduna wondered how any human would be able to stand against that particular goblin.

Suddenly Iduna stiffened. There was a presence coming closer to the Arena of considerable power. She wondered who it was because she had been with the goblins for two years and had never felt this presence. Slowly she turned around.

Iduna saw Lord Ragk'nok walking and talking with a very young human. She was surprised because the Lord never talked with humans, they were far beneath his notice and of no importance. Then she noticed what was causing the presence, the human had on a cloak that was virtually exploding with death magic. She paled when she noticed the symbol that was on the clasp of the cloak, the symbol of the Deathly Hallows, or the symbol of Death.

Iduna approached the human boy and bowed at the waist, "My Lord, it is an honor to be in thy presence."

Harry was deep in conversation with Lord Ragk'nok and was startled when he noticed an elf walk up to him and bow at the waist saying, "My Lord, it is an honor to be in thy presence."

Harry regained his composure and replied, "I thank you elf. What brings you out of the elfin lands into the lands of men, if I may ask?"

Iduna stiffened as she straightened up, "I have been banished by my own kind because I was born a Shadow Elf."

Harry looked apologetic, "I am sorry that I brought up bad memories for you. What brings you to the Arena?"

Iduna answered, "I had heard rumors that a human had challenged a goblin to the Arena, so I came to see if they were true. I assume you were the human who challenged the goblin?"

Harry nodded, "Indeed I did. And you'll have to excuse me, I must prepare for the fight." He started to walk away, then paused and looked back, "Would you hold my cloak while I am in the Arena?"

Iduna trembled a little at the opportunity to hold the Cloak of Invisibility, and said, "Yes my Lord. I would be honored to bare your cloak while you battle."

Harry unclasped the cloak and handed it to Iduna. "I apologize, I haven't asked for your name."

Iduna took the cloak and gently folded it in her arms, "Iduna, my Lord. My name is Iduna."

Harry gave her a lopsided smile, "Very nice to meet you Iduna. My name is Harry Potter," and he turned around and walked into the contestants antechamber to the Pit.

Lord Ragk'nok walked to the Lord's seat in the box and raised his hand. The Arena quieted immediately. "Today we are honored to watch the fight between the Challenged Manager HangNail of the Blood Clan, and the Challenger Harry Potter of the House of Potter!" Harry walked out into the Arena and from the other side walked HangNail. The crowd went wild, cheering and whooping and hollering and stamping their feet. Lord Ragk'nok raised his hand again, "Challenger, why did you challenge Manager HangNail to the Arena?"

Harry raised his head, "Because Manager HangNail refused to give me access to my vault as is my right, and he is conspiring with a human to do it!" The crowd gasped and started murmuring to each other. This was a serious offense, denying the rightful owner his vault was cause for punishment, but conspiring with a human to do it was considered treachery in goblin eyes.

Lord Ragk'nok turned to Manager HangNail, "Manager HangNail of the Blood Clan, do you have anything to say in your defense?"

Manager HangNail thrust his nose in the air condescendingly, "I have every right to deny him access as it was written in this human's parent's will. I am merely following its direction."

Harry jumped in, "My source tells me that you created that will with the help of a human so that you could steal my vaults from me. The human offered you quite a few things to get you to help, none of which he will do once he had my vault."

The crowd gasped again and began to whisper with each other more fervently. This was conspiring against a long term client with another human. That never happens, as it is one of the highest taboos in goblin society. Manager HangNail stayed silent, which is almost a confession in it of itself.

Lord Ragk'nok looked down at the two of them, "Any last words?"

Manager HangNail spoke, "I substitute myself for my champion, BoneCrusher of the Blood Clan." Lord Ragk'nok nodded his consent, and Manager HangNail rushed out. BoneCrusher strutted into the Arena, carrying a large mace on his shoulder. He was tall, about a foot taller than the average goblin. His body was bulging with muscle, his skin was stretched and looked like it would tear any minute.

Lord Ragk'nok announced, "Are the contestants ready?" Both Harry and BoneCrusher nodded. "Very well, the rules are thus. First is that no foci are to be used in this fight. Second, this is a fight to the death. Third, no outside assistance is allowed. And Forth, only one weapon can be used. Contestants, show your weapons!"

BoneCrusher swung his war-hammer off his shoulder and showed it to Lord Ragk'nok. It was entirely silver, the head on one side was flat like a hammer, while the other side had a wicket looking axe.

Harry held out his hand, and a scythe appeared out of the air and he grabbed it. It was a gorgeous scythe. The blade was pure black with red veins running through it, pulsing and flowing like blood. The handle was black as well, platinum runes engraved all along the length. It glowed with an eerie dark red miasma.

Lord Ragk'nok raised his hand, and slashed it the air, "Fight!" As the last syllable was fading to silence, BoneCrusher rushed forward, mace raised high in the air, ready to bring it crashing down on Harry's head. Harry calmly watched BoneCrusher approach, scythe held loosely in a relaxed position.

As BoneCrusher brought the mace sharply down towards Harry's head, he dodged, moving around BoneCrusher to his back and swiftly brought the butt of his scythe in between his legs. Smacking the inside of BoneCrushers legs before pulling it back and dancing out of the way of BoneCrushers backhanded swing, the mace just missing him by inches.

"Why so slow, MarrowSucker?" taunted Harry, "I bet you couldn't move faster than a two day old Crupp!"

The crowd gasped and BoneCrusher roared and charged at Harry at even greater speeds. His hammer swinging at speeds that could not be perceived by a normal human eye. Luckily, Harry was not a normal human. He countered and every swing was deflected or dodged.

"Stand still and fight with honor!" roared BoneCrusher, "Are you a scared raash'sculn who can't even handle a real fight!"

Harry simply grinned, which infuriated BoneCrusher even more. They were toe to toe, BoneCrusher launching blows that should pulverize granite, Harry's grin never leaving his face as he blocked them all with his scythe. With his blood pumping and the adrenaline flowing, Harry had never felt so alive, not even while training with Ebony.

Every couple of blows, Harry would swing his scythe around and strike BoneCrusher with the butt of his scythe, or give him shallow cuts across his arms or legs.

After a few more minutes of fighting, BoneCrusher was exhausted. He had multiple cuts and bruises all over his body while Harry was still standing there, a large grin on his face and was only breathing mildly heavy. BoneCrusher glared at Harry, "How is this possible!"

Harry took a step back and replied, "I am the Champion of Death. Did you expect Her Champion not to be trained in combat? My Lady has prepared me in all ways so that I can bring her honor."

With that, Harry waited till BoneCrusher sent his most powerful swing yet, redirected the swing to throw him off balance, then slipped his scythe in between BoneCrushers legs and pulled up sharply. The crowd fell silent as the two halves of BoneCrusher fell to the ground with a soft thump, thump.

Harry looked up at Lord Ragk'nok. Lord Ragk'nok stood up and raised his arms above his head, "The winner is the Challenger, Harry Potter!" The crowd was in an uproar. No human has ever beaten a warrior goblin in the Arena.

Lord Ragk'nok raised his arms again and the crowd went silent immediately. "Challenger Harry Potter wins the rights to his vault back. I myself will manage his vault to ensure nothing like this will never happen again."

Suddenly, a fireball bloomed from one side of the Arena, screaming towards Harry's back at a furious pace, growing bigger and bigger as it came closer and closer to Harry.

Iduna found herself dropping the Cloak and dashing into the Arena. She was running much faster than any mortal, and most immortals could comprehend, and she dived in front of the fireball just before it could strike Harry.

AN: Thanks for reading. I am currently working on the next chapter which will come out as soon as I can get it ready. If you have ideas for those special properties of the Cloak, only the champion can use, would be much appreciated. And the same for the Wand and Stone. I am not sure when I will be updating next. Probably not for a little bit. I will update as soon as I can though. Please review! It helps me write faster.

* raash'sculn - basically means a cowardly thief with no honor.