The Archers Legend
Summary:
Years and years ago, in the growing country of Japan…
The legend of the Archers! In Japan, there were legendary warriors! The Archers' were renown for their prowess in archery, sorcery, mind reading and animal communication. All wrongdoers feared them and no one dared to go up against them. However, one fateful day foreign wizards came to Japan and wiped out the Archers' and took control. But nobody knew that an Archer's daughter had been born and that the line carried on unknown and hidden…
Disclaimer: The name Aiedail belongs to Christopher Paolini. And I don't own HP.
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Prologue: The Legendary Archers
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The legend of the Archers is famous in Japan. It was the era in time where the streets were safe enough for toddlers to walk alone and unaccompanied, with no fear for safety. The age of peace and prosperity; the age when the Archers ruled Japan.
The Archers were strong warriors shrouded in the fogs of mystery and intrigue. Not many knew of all the abilities of the Archers and credited them for many things they could not do. However, over time, many have gathered and compiled an information base on these mysterious warriors. They were tall, thin and powerful with an aura of authority around them.
Their abilities were great and subject of many rumors. They were well trained in the arts of self-defense, hunting and archery. A few were even talented in the art of the sword. Along with physical abilities they had magical capabilities, which no one could even begin to fathom. They could read the minds of others, defending themselves from a mental attack, and even use their mind to communicate with creatures and animals. They even had their own unique type of magic, though one rarely saw any display due to their prowess in self-defense.
Above all others, they held one creature sacred: The Black Dragon, Aiedail. It was said that this creature was the reason for their extraordinary magical powers, though this is a rumor, which has not been confirmed. Those who believed this to be fact look to the dragon preserve. Supporters feel that the legendary Archers had created a dragon preserve, in the heart of Japan, as a tribute to Aiedail. The preserve served as protection for the remnants of the dragon's kind and as a sign of gratitude. It is even rumored, by some, that they carry a tattoo of Aiedail on their backs as eternal repayment.
The Archers became the rulers of Japan in its time of need, when there was no leader and the land was thriving with criminals. Using their remarkable skills they ruled with kindness and loyalty, seeking to make Japan a peaceful land for all to live in. For generations, this peace held. This time became known as the Golden Age. But alas, all good things must come to an end.
One day, that fateful day, the Golden Age of Japan crumbled. This day, like any other, everyone went about their business. All of a sudden, in the usual peaceful environment, all hell broke loose. Foreign wizards wearing highly impractical robes and carrying wands appeared suddenly out of thin air with deafening cracks! These strangers advanced upon the citizens of Tokyo, as they yelled for their leader. As soon as the words were out of their mouths, the Archers confronted the wizards. But before the former could even move a muscle the wizards attacked. They drew their weapons blasting their adversaries into the air, with an assortment of multicolored flashes of light.
Soon there were no Archers left standing. Everyone ran towards their houses, their children and families, hoping to get away from these strangers that had triumphed over the Archers.
The air was rent with screaming and shrieking and the wailing of baby infants, scared out of their wits by the noise. It seemed all were safe except the Archers' that lay on the ground, eyes blank and unseeing. The foreign wizards immediately took control of the once peaceful country. They enforced new rules and threatened any who disobeyed. They had thought that all was over and the Archers were no more. How wrong they were.
For little did they know that a daughter had been born to the crying wife of an Archer, in a house far away in the city of Shiozawa...
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A/N: Hi guys! I'd just like to take a moment to thank Angie AKA paddyfootblack057, my wonderful beta, for helping me write this prologue, Nora AKA Noraxslytherin for encouraging my idea and darkladyofslytherin, who suggested a prologue in the first place. Leave me a review in the box below!
Seth