Chapter 7 - Excalibur
"It is what you learn after you know it all that counts." - John Wooden
Harry turned back to the hilt, and curiosity getting the better of her, she pulled the sword out of the soft soil.
The sword seemed to come out of the soft soil as a knife slicing through soft butter. As if on cue, the grass stopped waving, the invincible wind seemed to have stopped. Harry held up the sword, turning it this way and that, as if inspecting it for any cracks.
"It's beautiful." a voice beside Harry spoke.
"Just the way I remembered it." another voice.
The sword certainly was beautiful. The hilt seemed to be made of steel and a coat of platinum. The blade was of a long sword, pure iron ore seeking the whole length. The whole blade faintly glowed a bright blue.
"Be prepared, Harry." Merlin said from in front of her.
Be prepared, Harry thought, prepared of what?
As if answering the question, the sword suddenly started glowing brighter and brighter. The light seemed to grow to blinding proportions. Soon, the blue light engulfed Harry and the whole lot around the group.
Images started flowing through Harry's eyes, or was it in her head? Harry didn't know, the images were like forcing her to look at them. Harry metally sighed as the images stopped, but as soon as it stopped, information started going through her again.
Harry felt like she was reading a book at the speed of light. She tried to pull some of the sentences out...
Camelot...
Rome...
Mt. Olympus...
The Great Wall of China, as it will be called soon...
Hiroshima...
...it came to be called the Space Race...
...the dismantling of the Soviet Union...
...the non-magical technology revolution...
It is like...what?
History...his story.
I am reading time.
The large book flipped through the last page, the present, and the book closed shut. Harry thought that it was finally over, but then it started again.
Words in Latin, German, Spanish, French, Cantonese, Sanskrit, in all languages started rushing through the barrier of air that seperated Excalibur and Harry's brain.
Lumos...
Perfectus Totalis...
Expecto Patronum...
Spells...they are spells.
As soon as the words stopped, Harry stood there for a few moments, looked around at the surprised faces, and fainted.
There was blue light all around her...
Hints of green stood out now...
yellow...
red...
cyan...
white...
White light surround her in all sides.
She seemed to be standing on something, yet when she looked down, she saw only light.
She started walking in front of her, putting her hands out, as if blind...
Spots of blue started appearing on the sides?
They started coming together, each one circling around some ungoverned center.
The whole thing looked like some of those posters in her muggle science class, what were they?
Atoms.
The spheres of blue light came to together, but still some stayed rotating around the now meter wide sphere.
The blue ball started morphing, stretching in all sides.
It then took a shape of a cloaked human, man or woman, Harry couldn't tell.
"Harry Potter, are you not?" The figure spoke in a calm voice.
"Y-Yes."
"May I introduce myself? I am Fate, the Magic."
Harry was surprised by the figures directness.
But wait...Fate?
Atoms, the making of everything that exists in the muggle world.
"Atomos?"
"Yes, many have called me that."
"What can I do for you?"
The figure seemed to glow brighter for a moment, the blue spheres orbiting around it starting to move faster.
"Fulfill your destiny, that is what you can do for me."
"Hmm?"
"The two swords of the light and dark are very powerful, only those who truly deserve it get it."
"Excalibur and what?"
"The dark blade. You are destined to meet the dark in a battle, and only one can leave, I trust you know that?"
"O-Of course. Yes."
"Then you must return and continue your life. I shall call on you again when you are needed. I am afraid it might be too soon."
The figure held out a blue luminescent hand and twitched it. Harry felt the ground beneth her fall. She opened her mouth to scream, but no sound came out. The white started fading out, blackness covering her sight again.
"...HARRY, wake up."
Harry's eyes snapped open, and she felt herself breathing hard. She opened her mouth to speak something, but only a small, weak croak came out. Screaming. She had been screaming too much.
"GET A GLASS OF WATER, NOW!" Harry heard Hope yell.
She soon felt a soft hand push her up from her sleeping form, and a glass pressed to her lips. She savored the cleared liquid like a traveler of the desert lacking water for weeks. Soon, the whole glass was empty, and she threw her head back to get some much needed air.
"Felling well, now?" Harry turned to Merlin.
Eyes wide, Harry answered, "All that knowledge..."
Merlin smiled, "Excalibur is not called the Blade of Knowledge for nothing."
Harry looked down at her right hand, where the Blade of the Light was still clutched tightly in her hand, "Knowledge, knowledge is power."