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Chapter 2

The sun falling below the mountains touched the world in shades of soft rose-red. Harry sighed contently and drew away from the sight, turning instead to the cave before him.

Since he could always remember his Godfather had taken to living in the same excluded island in the cave, away from the other inhabitants of the Pirate Island. Harry was never quiet sure why, he supposed his Godfather wasn't very sociable.

Inside the cave there was a single table and two miss-matched chairs in the center of the cave. An expensive marble chess set was the only thing upon the table top. Against the back wall was a think mattress with tattered blankets, beside it was an open trunk of books and clothes.

"Harry!"

Harry turned to his thin Godfather. Sirius, supposable once a genius of men, was standing in nothing but a tattered shirt and pants that hung off his thin boney frame. His long dark hair was tattered and hung around his shoulders, his dark eyes were unnaturally bright and Harry realized he must have had another does of Poppy Dust, the addicting drug that drove him to this way.

Sirius had once been a proclaimed Sundancer, once of the smartest men in all of Senet and good friends with the King and Queen of the time. But when Lord Voldermort had wanted power, wanted to create the Shadowdancers he manipulated his way into gaining the information from the man and then drove him into the clutches of the drugs.

Harry smiled at his Godfather and presented the plate he had been carrying. "Molly made you bincakes."

Sirius' withered face broke out into a smile and he snatched up one greedily. Harry took a seat at the chess table and sat the plate on his lap. The pieces were set up perfectly after their game that morning.

In the polished marble Harry caught sight of his reflection. He was short, much shorter than any boy his age, with raven-black hair that fell into his bright emerald eyes. Under his fringe was a thin scar almost in the shape of a lightening bolt. Harry had required this the night his parents had been murdered.

He felt a pang of loneliness at the thought of his beloved parents he had never known. King and Queen James and Lily of Senet. Harry's heart clenched, the only obstacle in the way of Lord Voldermort, well not anymore.

His parents had been killed to aid Lord Voldermort to become Lord of Shadows. Fortunately Harry had had escaped the Lord's clutches, only just, and was brought to the hidden Pirate Islands.

Since he was ten Harry had been trained to take back his crown that had been so wrongly denied him. He was taught to fight, to plan, to rule and so much more. It was only weeks before he would be sixteen and ready to take back his Kingdom, provided nothing happened to alter their plans.

"Charlie brought news back with him." Harry spoke while his Godfather took delight in the cakes. "That Merlin's Child boy, the one in Senet, he's about to be sent to Dehyvn to marry their Prince and Lord Voldermort is going with him."

Sirius stopped eating and thought over the information. "The Lord of Shadows has only been permitted on Dehyvn soil once, when they were arranging the marriage. The King isn't going to be impressed."

Harry had stopped being amazed at the drug-addicts amazing ability to be able to change from a mad-child to a genius-man in a blink of an eye. He had learnt long ago that Sirius simply put up the face of a mad-child to keep people away and not let them find his secrets.

"Should we do something?" Harry asked after a long silence.

"What can we do? You are an exiled Prince and I am a mad man. The King of Dehyvn would never think twice about our advice."

Harry hated the fact that he was powerless. He had so much he wanted to change but was unable to with he was left on this Island.

"Don't worry Harry; I'm sure Lord Dumbledore has some sort of plan."

Harry nodded weakly. The Lord of Suns was the only reason that the Pirate Island had stayed hidden and why they could enter Dehyvn and Senet bays undetected.

"When can I start the plans?" Harry asked anxiously.

"Calm down child." Sirius smiled. "Nothing is ready. First we have to make sure the Merlin's Child will aid Lord Dumbledore. Then we have to gain access to Senet and find someway to bring down the Malfoys."

"Maybe I could talk with the Merlin's Child?" Harry offered. "We are the same age."

"And say what? He could be aiding Lord Voldermort, we need to know where he stands then we plan what to do with him. He is close with the Malfoy boy; he'll more than likely aid him in a war."

Harry sighed and picked at once of the bincakes, hating the feeling of hopelessness. He wanted to start the plans they had been perfecting all his life. He wanted to take his birth right.

"Patience is a virtue." Sirius spoke up, reading Harry's mood clearly. "Something your Father should have learnt too."

Harry smiled a little. "What do I do while I wait?"

Sirius took the seat across from him and brushed off the crumbs from his pants. "We play chess of course."

Harry headed back for the small settlement long after the red son was hanging in the darken sky. Most had retired for the night, those who hadn't had taken to the hall for a night of drinking and dancing.

From just outside the village Harry could hear the laughter and the music. He smiled a little and headed for the small house he occupied. His housemate had gone on the recent Piracy trip along with Harry's close friend Ron.

The modest house was darkened and Harry lit a lamp to chase away the shadows. His bedroom was the smallest with nothing more than a bed and a wardrobe.

He sat the lamp down on his windowsill and sat down on his bed, curling into himself in the darkness. He wondered what the Merlin's Child was like. Maybe he was like the Malfoys, he had been raised in their court at the tender age of nine.

Harry knew there were very little of the Merlin's Children left. Harry was one, he found out when he was eleven. It was a dangerous thing to be one in this time. The Shadowdancers had made sure there were very few left.

Dehyvn had the most. The current High Prince was one himself, as was his youngest son and two other boys in the court and then there was the Senet one who was going to become High Prince someday along side his husband who would be King.

Harry traced the scar on his forehead. The Shadowdancers had a sick ritual. They marked those born of their sick customs. Harry had learnt all he could of the Shadowdancers and always felt sick when he thought over the information.

The Shadowdancers had formed a little after his birth. In that year the two blazing suns of Random had disappeared from the sky and the world was cast into darkness.

The people screamed at the Spirit of Merlin had abandoned them. The Sundancers had worked none stop to find out the reason for the sudden, long darkness. Everything died and Random staved. At that time Sirius had become a Sundancer, brilliant as he was they never thought twice of him, until one day.

Sirius had solved a complicated mathematical problem that none of the elder Sundnacers could solve. He was taken to the Lord of Suns who instructed that he should be the one to solve the mystery of the darkness.

While the Sundancers went about solving what had happened Lord Voldermort and his band of followers decided they would take the opportunity to rise to power. Voldermort waited for Sirius to solve the problem in the Saccade Temple of Merlin's Suns.

When Sirius found the answer Voldermort moved in. He used Poppy Dust, making Sirius addicted to the point of destruction, then to add more insult to injury used Sirius' lover as a hostage for information. Unable to let harm to come to Remus, Sirius had given in.

With the information, Voldermort went about to create the Shadowdancers. He had the exact time that the Suns would reappear and he used that information to take over Senet.

He informed Random that the only way to bring back the suns was for the ruling family, the Potters, to be sacrificed. Desperate, Random had agreed and Voldermort killed the Potters himself, but Harry had escaped.

Sirius had stolen him from his bed and fled to the Pirate Islands with Lord Dumbledore's help. Voldermort was furious. He kept Remus prisoner to try and draw Sirius out. Even years later Sirius refused to give himself up. A genius he was but he was no hero. Poppy Dust had withered away his courage and he could not face the world.

Sirius shouldn't have been much of a problem for Voldermort, he had 'brought back the suns', had made his Shadowdancers and even appointed his most trusted man to be the ruling family of Senet under his guidance, But Sirius wasn't that stupid.

When he had fled with Harry he not only had the true heir of Senet, he also had the secret of the next Age of Shadows.

Since he came to power Voldermort had set about making the Shadowdancer religion official. Each year was the official ceremony of the Shadows, also known as an orgy. Any child conceived from this custom was marked by the symbol of a snake wrapped around their upper arm.

Harry shook his head and closed his eyes, welcoming sleep. There was no need to think of such things now. He would deal with the Shadowdancers when he got to Senet.

-TBC-

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Dictionary:

Bincakes: Think of butter cupcakes.

Poppy Dust: An addicting drug that is used for a lot of potions (medicine) to ease pain.

The Pirate Island: A hidden island just out of Dehyvn. The pirates (people who refused to follow their Kings or fled because of crimes) live.

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