((As fun as it is to make Uzu kendo a dragon or Satsuki to take over Hogwarts, I would just like to point this out. By the way, this is a Harry Potter thing now. So what if the Deathly Hallows were a Kamui?))

Life Fibers. Extraterrestrial beings that came from space, latching onto creatures of a primitive world. They caused primates to stand up, to wield tools and to fight for more than food. Life Fibers created humans.

And yet, as the Life Fibers went dormant, some Life Fibers stayed on, seeming how far these humans could evolve. These humans were soon able to lift things without touching them, able to change stone to flesh and and make fruit dance. Life Fibers created wizards.

The time of Life Fibers was forgotten as humanity lived on. At one point, magic was a dangerous power. Wizards learned to harness this power through their wands, but ultimately, their powers stemmed from the rings of their heritage and the cloaks that never dirtied from a Muggle's touch.

But those wands, rings and cloaks were often not worn all at the same time, and even then, they were pale imitations to the original article, the one thought to have perished with the dead. Or so it was mistold.

A man watched as three brothers crossed the river. He was not amused, since it was the very land he hid himself on, and for good reason; he spread the rumor that Death itself owned this land, and the fools readily believed this. Still, he may as well silence these ones.

The three brothers' joy turned to fright as they floated in the air, and a figure appeared from out of nowhere. "Brothers, it is Death! We have angered him!"

"Enough with the ruse. I am simply a wizard like you, only with powerful tools." The man reassured them.

"I knew it! Death is magical!"

The man sighed. He prayed that the world of magic would gain some brains. "I should just kill you here, but I have a problem, no, a prophecy. There will be a time when the creators of humanity will come back to finish us off. Humanity will fight back, but they cannot win by themselves..."

"Yeah, yeah. Since we outsmarted Death, we should get a reward. I want the most power wand in existence!"

The man stared at the wizard. "Are you not concerned with the fate of all mankind? I would face this problem myself, but it may take years, even centuries, and I am without heir."

"I want to be able to talk to the dead!"

"Enough! You are the dumbest, most ignorant pieces of-" The third wizard pulled out his wand and disarmed 'Death'. The other two wizards grabbed the wand and ring and fled. The third wizard stayed behind to help the man up.

"I'm sorry, sir. My brothers are...obsessed. I didn't mean to make you lose your possessions."

"It is alright." The man said, acknowledging his apology. "The wand and the ring will not work unless they are part of the same robe."

The wizard saw the man wince and helped him up. "Is it true? The prophecy?"

"It's not a prophecy. It's the knowledge that our creators, the Life Fibers, made us smarter than monkeys so that they would have more to devour when this world is brimming with life. That is how you raise chickens and sheep, is it not?"

"How do we stop them?" The wizard asked.

"I would not know." The man admitted. "We could use the very same covers the Life Fibers created. We could wait for your brothers to give Maybe it's not wizards but Muggles that will save us. What I do know, though, is that I cannot live that long..."

The man took off his cloak and handed it to the wizard. "But you can. You, and family, will keep this cloak safe. One day, the cloak will become a wizard's regalia, and perhaps the key to saving the world."

The wizard looked down at the cloak. "I...I don't know what to say."

The man smiled. "Just say nothing of this. After all, 'Death' has no more gifts except for the severing of the mortal thread."