Harry surveyed the battlefield, looking for any survivors. With a sigh he returned to Karla's corpse and laid her on one of the tables. He would bury her, and some of his comrades. Sure, they didn't bury everyone… But they did bury their people and some of the worthy fighters of the enemy. It was a tradition you could say. He grasped her cold hard hand. Why'd I have to kill Karla? Why not someone else? She could've lived… maybe we could have gotten along… Be friends again… Harry thought to himself, but he knew that he was only lying, she would only come back another time to kill him, and him to kill her.
With another sigh he left to look for survivors, this time checking the pulse of many. His eyes were drawn to one of the girls. She had long black hair, stained with blood. She was hardly breathing, Harry quickly heaved her on his back and swiftly made it to the infirmity. Fortunately, one of their goths had just gotten out of college with his doctor degree. And then there were some nurses in training. He swiftly entered a long room lined with many beds.
"Hey! Injured person over here!" Harry yelled, and soon a person relieved him of the girl. She curtly nodded and Harry left to look for more comrades. This time on the roof. It wasn't particularly filled with dead people, mostly because the only way one would get hurt would be from a gun, or bows and arrows, which the ShadowVeil clan tended not to be able to use, since they were attacking. Or it would also be that one of their own had attacked another, although it was doubtful since they would be kicked out of the clan. It was very disgraceful and shame-worthy.
Harry silently strolled past the few bodies, checking their pulses. They were dead. He picked one up and continued down the stairs, He placed the body near the other ones, they would be buried. Other than that it was tradition, it would be no good for the place to smell so bad and if someone per say, the police were to walk by… there'd be some trouble… Actually, there weren't many police patrols… considering the fact that other people would probably kill them for making "trouble" with the criminals… But hey, the down part of town was like heaven compared to the plain old Privet Drive.
The feet of the dead body silently dragged against the floor, considering that Harry wasn't the strongest person in the world… well, in other words, obviously most people can't pick a dead body off the ground without a sweat. (-Mutters about dunderheads-) Anyways, the body was getting heavier by the minute and Harry was glad when he put the body down… (Ok… Enough with the body thing… this is just getting disgustingly boring. ) Now that most of the bodies had been moved their Leader had approached the corpses.
Soon other people formed a circle around the pile, in which Harry joined. They held hands and chanted, "Dead are they who are worthy of our grieving. Dead are they who are worthy of our fight. Dead are they who fought along us. Dead are some who fought against us. Dead. Let their spirits be free. Let their spirits rise. May they live in our hearts. May they live on. Some of SilverBlood, some of ShadowVeil, let them be free of rivalries in their new outlook. We free them of the morals of our clan, and their clan. For now they are to be free of all things on earth. They may do what they will do, and we will do what we will do. Once family, forever family. When we meet again, we welcome you into our arms, and can only hope that you welcome us into yours."
The crowd quietened and waited silently. They waited like that for hours. No one wanting to break the peaceful silence. They could feel their once comrades and enemies spirits rise around them, tickling them here and there and then swirling around them. The spirits were leaving and the crowd could only close their eyes and feel the last of their comrades and once enemies. They would miss them dearly and the silence was comforting.
Harry felt a particular familiar presence by his side. A soft tear trickled down his cheek. Karla. He could even smell her soft scent of raspberries and vanilla. He looked sadly on, and his eyes pleaded for forgiveness. Sorry. He thought, hoping that somehow Karla could hear him. He stayed in her presence for another hour until she left. Quickly and silently he slipped out of the room not wanting to disturb the others. There were only about ten people left, as others like Harry had finished.
Harry quickened his pace has he joined a few people. The silence was thick and tense as they thought of their comrades. A twisting knot of aguish and sorrow formed in his stomach as he sat on one of the couches. One of the youngest goths, a smallish girl named Tenya spoke.
"Why'd there have to be a war?" She asked, looking confused and sad.
"The ShadowVeil clan challenged us." One said sharply with a trace of anger.
"Tenya, the ShadowVeil clan and ours have been in war for awhile…" Said another softly.
"But, why, Siddy?"
Siddy sighed, "They fight us, we fight them. They kill us, we kill them. A tooth for a tooth, a cow for a cow…"
Tenya if possible looked even more confused, "Huh?"
"Never mind…"
"Why do we get along with the Tabellacion clan and not the ShadowVeil clan?" Tenya frowned.
"Well, they're a more peaceful and poetic people with a more calm nature-"
"In other words, they're a big bunch of wimps who don't stand up for themselves." Said a goth. Siddy scowled.
"Ah, shut up, Dran! They're just more rational than to getting into all these wars!" Siddy scolded.
"Are you insulting our Leader?" Harry spoke, his eyes hardening.
"No! Of course not, I didn't mean it like that…" Siddy slightly faltered.
"We have no choice! It is our honor to stand up for ourselves, and the ShadowVeil clan happens to be our enemies, since they didn't pass their own test. Naturally they want revenge." Harry scowled.
"But-" Siddy began.
"The test?" Tenya asked.
"Yes, don't you remember your test? Only a few months ago, wasn't it?" Harry asked, Tenya visually shuddered, "Well, those who don't pass the test, aren't allowed into the clan. Weakness is something our clan will not allow, and not passing the test is considered weakness. Those who don't pass," here Harry thought of Karla," sometimes go out to seek the ShadowVeil clan."
"Sometimes?"
"Well. They'll look for different clans too, or if they're young, later on they can try to retake the test and if they pass they can join our SilverBlood clan. Some go off to the poetic ("Wimpy" said Dran) clans and others look for different kinds… it varies… In some of the other situations they just give up on clans and go off with their own lives…"
Tenya blinked comprehending the information quickly, "So now that there's no ShadowVeil clan… who are our enemies?"
"Well, Tenya, hopefully we won't have to go to war again," here people snorted, but nevertheless Siddy continued, "And perhaps, Harry here shan't challenge those wizards to a magic war… although it would be interesting…" Siddy smiled deviously at the very thought. He gaze fell on him, but Harry said nothing.
"Well?" Finally one of the goths said after a tense six minutes.
Harry slowly sighed, "I make no comment but that we should discover more of what the magic world is like. It is unwise to attack without knowledge. For knowledge is power, and we certainly will be needing all the power we can get if we are to conquer a world of magic. However, the topic still remains undecided. To start a war you need a reason. Other than world domination because that would just be plain stupid. Perhaps, because one's government is corrupt, or a certain group is doing harm to the society, and maybe because someone is to powerful and deciding things that should be decided by other people… Those could be reasonable things to start a war on. And perhaps it shan't be a war with violence, but with words, and so on. The public view can change everything."
The goths slowly nodded at his words, understanding completely that their future leader would not be starting a war for a petty reason. It made sense, and things that made sense usually had a better chance of succeeding.
"How do the clans get their names?" Tenya asked curiously.
"The International Council of Gothic Clans." Dran said dryly, although truthfully at the same time.
"Well, then how do they choose?" Tenya frowned.
"They pick the name on the reputation and legends concerning each clan. After that, a naming ceremony is held, and the clan is given their name. Our clan received its name ages ago!" Siddy exclaimed.
"Why were we named 'SilverBlood'?" Tenya blinked fashionably.
"Well, according to legend, the only people that can pass the Test are those who are chosen by the Silver Clan or the Grey Council as some say… They had become very powerful and influencful in 'Both Worlds, one of magic and the other not' accordingly to the Texts. And it is said that we, the SilverBlood clan, are in possession of their blood. One day if we are to be in such a terrible war, we will consume such blood and it will make us…different… stronger… and powerful…" Dartha smirked. (She had just joined them)
"How does the blood make us different?" Tenya asked, her brow furrowed.
"Well, it is said that they were inhuman, considering that the blood was actually silver. I suppose we'd be faster, stronger, and more intuned with magic and nature. Most likely look a bit different too. From what I've heard it makes you beautiful and yet demonic in other cases. Fangs, pointed ears, singing voice, fair skin, unraveled grace, wings and a halo for false innocence…" Dartha continued slyly.
"Wow! We'd be the best humans on the planet!" Tenya's eyes lighted with excitement. She jumped up and down at the very prospect.
"Not really, more like the best beings on the planet…" Harry said, amused at the girl's antics.
"I've also heard that once the blood is injected into the rightful leader, he or she will gain access to the Silver Clan Castle, and estate as well as possessions and money!" Said another goth. Harry chuckled at this, not sure what to believe. It just kept getting wilder and wilder.
"Oi! Have you heard the one where you get knowledge about the Silver Clan and combat among other things when you receive the blood?" Dartha grinned.
"Oh, how about the one where fairies and goblins come to teach you more of the magic?" Siddy smirked.
"Oh, yes! And they carry pom-poms and make you were pink fluffy tutus, too!" Dran said dryly after rolling his eyes.
"I heard there's a pool made of Jell-O!" Said one of the smaller goths.
"Yup, and the castle's made of chocolate!" Exclaimed another. Harry laughed at this.
"Same here, did you know that the furniture is made of candy?" Another grinned brightly.
"Somebody's been watching too much Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory…" Dartha declared. The younger goths pouted.
"Hey! It's a good movie!" Said a boy, whom Harry recognized to be Brandon. Harry laughed and slipped out of the room.
A/N:
-Evil cackle- Ha ha… Lmao… seems like some of the reviewers aren't to happy. Yes, I do understand that it unrealistic that Harry, a nine year old boy is a "killing-machine" as one of you so kindly puts it. And a 12 year old girl leads them. Well, I make Harry nine because personally I wanted him to find out about the magical world earlier on. But I still wanted to keep the goth thing, and I just kinda got carried away with the war between the SilverBlood and ShadowVeil clan. I understand that some of you think that goths are "wimps" but I would like to point out that although some are, some aren't. Now, when another one of you said that Dudley and his gang would just beat the crap out of Harry for wearing make up… and he wouldn't be afraid as I said he was, I completely disagree. Dudley is raised by his parents that normality is good and "freakiness" is bad. He lives in a "normal" environment, and I doubt he has encountered a goth before. Goths tend to look "freaky" to so-called "normal" people, especially when there are few around. In Dudley's neighborhood there isn't any other goths, and wherever he has gone he has barely seen any. Among other people, or at least people around here, goths are commonly looked about as "freaky attention seeking kids" (which I highly doubt, thank you very much). So anyways, Dudley is made to fear freakiness because of his parents influence. Similar to how Dudley fears magic, goth is just another form of freakiness to him. It may be different wherever you live, but not so where I am. If you don't like unrealistic, I advise you to not read my story because it is utterly pointless for you to be flaming me, and wasting your time reading or reviewing this story if you are strongly against it's points. For those of you who are goths, and are reading this, even though I out rightly have called you wimps, I also indicate that I don't completely agree nor disagree with the statement. Vildava, although she is only 12 years old, she has reached a point in life where she understands things beyond her age, wise or whatever you want to call it. She is past her childhood and is not ignorant of the current events, she knows of things, even if she has not experienced them yet. But however, she still being human is still obliged to new morals and life lessons. If you disagree that it is possible, I myself will then just have to disagree with you for I have seen of it before (and when I say that I don't mean a 12 year old girl leading a gothic clan... because first off I have not seen any gothic clans and farthermore anyone leading on)… Now with the clan thing, I've kinda heard of "Goth Communities" so it's kinda a different version of that, but with the clans you have to take a test to join, well at least in the SilverBlood clan and that each of the clans may or may not have a good relationship with some of the other clans. It varies. I guessthis is just to clear somethings up, and I advise you to read itif you have some problems with the story. And yes, I do say I have terrible spelling and I don'tcare about my grammar. I'm trying to improve... but I'm afraid I'll just have to remain ever horrible at spelling... stupidspellcheck doesn't work for everything... I hope this chapter wasan improvement.Well, please review… laterz then.