Hello everyone.
Yes, I know it has been a long time since an update and I am sorry. My studies and exams fucked up any plans I had. Unfortunately, I am not done yet, but I am close.
I want to thank you all for the response I got. I never expected this story to gain such popularity. I will try my hardest to deliver you a good and exciting story. Still, I would like to warn you all that I won't always do things you like as this is my story. The last chapter was a perfect example. Some of you didn't like the backstory I created and that's fine, but don't ask me to change it.
Warning: As I am out of practice, this chapter might not be as good as I would want it to be sorry.
About the 'elf' backstory in the last chapter. Don't worry too much about it. I am still not sure if they will appear or not. And even if they do, it won't be anything major.
Reviews:
Natsuyuuki- Unfortunately, I don't write slash. I wouldn't be able to write it properly.
darkimortal- While Harry might have been powerful, he wasn't a god and he definitely wasn't on Dumbeldore's or Voldemort's level yet. They had years of experience so I think that Harry dying to 7 highly skilled opponents was believable.
Russo44- Yes, there is, but I would need more people votes for it.
Emperor Vanquest - the phantom wanted to finally die and Harry let him.
D72- You have your own opinion and I can respect it as long as no one will flame without a reason. Everybody likes something else. For example, I like when the MC is not an idiot and is not weak.
najex- Actually I made a few calculations and that's why I made it took this amount of time. Still, I might have used a wrong map so I can be wrong. And don't worry like I said the new races won't paly a big role in the story, they are just a backstory for what happened in Stygai.
Calen- Don't worry the pairing won't be important for a lot more years. Yes, they will meet earlier, but that's all.
Thank you all for the reviews, I love your ideas and will probably use some. If you have anything you want to see pm me or review.
Now with that out of the way let's do a small rewind as probably a lot of you forgot what happened in the last chapter.
Last Chapter
The elf then stood up and walked towards the Heart, "To destroy the crystal you will need to use your longsword. I can fell the magic of dragons coming from it and it should be able to pierce the crystal. Now before you do it, I need to tell you a few important things.
Two more items will come out from the pedestal when you destroy the Heart. The first one is a small book. It is written in a language unknown to you, but when the time comes, you will understand what is inside. I won't say what the second item is, but from what I felt from your magic, I am sure that you will find it useful.
When you destroy the crystal, a wave of magic will go through the entire Shadow Lands and every magical user there and beyond should feel it. They won't know what caused it, but they will know where it came from. It would be best if you escaped the city as soon as you can.
Last but not least, you need to be careful. I don't know if anyone from the organization is still alive, but if they are, there is no saying what they will do. So watch out."
During the elf's explanation, Harry stood up and moved next to the Heart with Blackfyre in his hands.
"I have one last question. What about the other races who lived in Stygai. Are they even alive?" Harry inquired as he wanted to know if there was a chance to meet more mystical races.
The man shook his head, "I have no idea. They left a long time ago and they either died out or moved far away from here. Maybe some of them will come to see what was the source of the magic blast, but who knows..."
Harry nodded and pointed his sword at the Heart, "It was a pleasure to meet you, even if you almost killed me."
The elf released a loud chuckle, "A pleasure indeed. Goodbye. Now do it."
With this last command, Harry plunged his sword into the crystal and watched as the Heart slowly cracked. The wizard could feel the build-up of magic inside of it and he didn't get enough time to shield himself when the energy exploded outwards.
And that was how for the third time this day Harry was sent flying before he blacked out.
Chapter 8. Aftereffects
With a groan, Harry opened his eyes after finally waking up. He really didn't expect such a powerful blast that came after he destroyed the crystal. Due to his carelessness, his head felt like Hagrid used it as a seat. Don't ask how he knew that, some things were better left unsaid.
The chamber was still lowly dimmed and Harry needed to focus his eyesight pretty hard to see if the room was still fine. Fortunately, for the young wizard, it looked like only he was affected by the magic blast. That was good as Harry wasn't too sure if he had enough power to make his way up with only his magic.
Now that his thoughts went towards magic, Harry noticed that once again he could feel it without any problems. He slowly lifted his bruised hand and summoned a small fire above it. He released a sigh of relief when he met no resistance and the small flame appeared instantly. That could only mean, that whatever the crystal was doing to the magic around Stygai, disappeared.
That was very good as at least now the way back would be a lot easier. No longer would he need to stop every two or three hours. Harry was curious how fast the effects of destroying the heart would show in Shadow Lands. He couldn't wait to tell Maran what really Stygai had inside. The old man was a nice company and Harry was glad that he at least had someone familiar in this world. Bronn didn't count as the man only stayed with him because of the gold.
Finally, Harry decided that it was time to gather everything and escape from the city as the elf-like ghost said.
He shakily stood up on his stiff legs and looked towards the place where the Heart and pedestal previously stood. The crystal was nowhere to be seen and half of the pedestal was blown to pieces. In its place, Harry saw the three items that the phantom spoke about.
Harry could hardly believe when he saw the first item. Now he understood what the elf meant when he said it would be useful to him.
The wizard quickly walked toward the item and almost felt down when his legs refused to move. Luckily he slowed down in time and when he got before the pedestal Harry crouched down and grabbed the now confirmed dragon egg.
It was snow-white in color with small scales that covered the entire egg. It was a bit bigger than Harry's head and when he touched the egg, the wizard could feel the warmness coming from it. That gave him hope that maybe one day the egg would hatch.
Harry quickly took his bag and slowly hid the egg inside one of the bigger, enchanted pouches. It was good that he came prepared as it would be difficult to carry the egg without his enchantments.
Smiling slightly Harry put away the pouch back into the bag and went to gather the rest of the items.
Like the phantom said one of them was a small leather book that excluded a small amount of magic that Harry felt when he grasped it. It was weak and Harry knew that no one would be able to feel it. Curious he opened the book to see if he could read it.
He couldn't.
Whatever the language was, for Harry it was gibberish. Nothing made sense and Harry just accepted that he would need to wait to discover whatever the book was hiding.
Like with the egg, Harry hid the book inside his bad and gathered the last item left to him.
This time he took a small wooden box in his hands. It was nothing special if one would ignore the runes carved into the wood. Harry tried to feel magic from them but came out with nothing. The magic in those runes probably disappeared along with the destruction of the Heart so it was no longer protected.
Harry slowly opened the box to check if the contents were still in good condition. Fortunately, they were, as in the moment Harry opened the box he saw two vials of an unknown potion. This time Harry could feel the magic coming out of them the moment he ran his finger along the glass. The potion itself was of a dark green color and gave out a slight glow. Harry decided to not think how bad it would taste, he had his share of bad-tasting potions in his life.
Sighing Harry recovered another pouch from his bag, this one had some protection runes on it so it should defend the box from most harm. Later Harry would need to create something more secure.
With his task done, Harry laid his back against the remains of the pedestal and thought on what to do next. He needed to get out of this castle as fast as he could, but he really wanted to check if there is something in the building that could be useful to him.
Maybe he should just listen to the phantom's words and escape now. It wouldn't do him any favors if anybody found out that he was behind the magical blast that probably was felt through the entire Shadow Lands. No, Harry would eat something and then he was getting as far as he could from Stygai. The question was if he wanted to go bask to Asshai or maybe follow Ash deeper into the Shadow Lands.
While it sounded like an interesting idea, Harry knew that his supplies could run out before he encountered a city. So he decided to just go back to Asshai, rest here for a few days and then he would decide where to go next. While Asshai was not too bad of a place to live, Harry wanted to see more of this new world. Maybe a visit to Yi Ti or Ulthos would be interesting.
Shrugging Harry took out some rations from his bag while deciding to put those thoughts in the back of his mind.
Within a few minutes Harry was full and this time nothing was stopping him from finally getting out from the castle. After he secured his bag and weapons, Harry began his trek up the stairs. After a minute of walking, he realized how long it took him to get down and the wizard released a few curses. He really needed some faster way of traveling. Hopefully, his animagus transformation wouldn't take much longer, it would really make his life at least a bit easier.
After another ten minutes, Harry finally saw the end of the stairs and came out in the same hallway he entered. Nothing changed apart from the doors being wide open.
Harry frowned a bit. While he suspected that after destroying the Heart he would be able to get out, he didn't expect every ward in the castle to fail. While he was pretty sure that there was nothing too important in the castle, as the ghost would probably tell him about it, Harry couldn't help but worry. The castle was protected by ancient wards and the Heart for millennia and now it stood completely defenseless as Harry couldn't even feel an ounce of magic with defense intent.
Unfortunately, there was nothing Harry could do about this so with a heavy heart the wizard walked through the big open doors into the open.
Harry was slightly surprised when he saw that Stygai was no longer completely covered in shadows, but this time some rays of the sun illuminated the previously dark and gloomy city. It wasn't much, but even this small change brought visible effects.
Harry put a smile on his face and began to trek down the mountain, all the while looking around to see if he would be able to notice more changes. When he got further down, Harry managed to notice that some of the black material that covered every structure in the city began to slowly fall down. This surprised Harry a bit as he didn't expect this change to occur so fast.
He really wanted to know how Stygai would look after a few months so Harry vowed to himself that one day he would come back here.
Deciding to forgo his decision to leave the city instantly, Harry made his way deeper into the city in search of something interesting. He didn't find anything apart from a few wall sculptures. Some of them showed the residents while other different events in the history of Stygai.
While he really would love to explore some more, Harry knew that he already wasted enough time and it was time to depart. So a still smiling Harry made his way through the empty streets all the way to the gate he came through. With a final look at the city, Harry released a deep breath and began his walk back to Asshai.
It took Harry almost two days to get back to the peak of the mountain from which Harry could see the entire Stygai. This time the trip was way more pleasant than previously as Harry no longer got tired so fast and needed to rest every two or three hours. Also with his magic no longer being harder to use Harry began practicing his fire and ice control while walking. Nothing too extreme as the wizard didn't want to cause too much damage or make himself a beacon in the middle of nowhere. Who knew if someone already went into the Vale to see what happened.
During those two days, Harry decided to make his way back slowly instead of rushing it. He didn't really want to go back to Asshai so the wizard took his time and enjoyed the scenery and the already visible changes in the Vale of Shadows. Some would probably say that there was nothing to enjoy here, but Harry would disagree.
While it's the truth that Shadow Lands had almost no plants, it still had a certain charm that was not easily found anywhere else. Plus with Ash getting clearer day by day Harry wanted to observe the changes as it was interesting to see and feel the darkness disappearing from the river.
Now that Harry finally got to the highest point of the road, he could see Stygai and the entire Vale of Shadows in the distance. Even after those short two days, the Vale was much more... nicer as beautiful would be a bit too much for now. Maybe in a few months.
Shrugging Harry turned away from the view of the Vale and made his way back to the temporary camp he made earlier. He sat with his back leaning against a rock and brought his bag before him.
Carefully Harry took out the white egg and placed it on his lap. Every time Harry stopped for a break be it to sleep or just rest for a moment, he couldn't help but take a look at it again. It was beautiful, of that there was no question, but what interested Harry the most was the magic it emitted.
Harry by no means was an expert on reading magic auras, but he still had a better connection to magic than most so it gave him some ability in 'feeling' the magic.
The magic inside the egg was quite strong, but it felt like it was asleep. Harry deduced that it was probably some kind of spell that let it survive for so long, but he knew that it wasn't the entire truth. As Harry didn't like the new unknown, he spent some time every day to uncover this mystery and maybe even find a way to hatch the egg. Unfortunately nothing he tried worked.
Channeling magic into it?
Nothing.
Placing it in the fire?
Again nothing.
He even tried to do both of those at the same time and the result was still the same. Thankfully he only had the egg for two days so it wasn't enough to get Harry too annoyed.
Harry sighed at the still unresponsive egg and slowly placed it back in the bag while bringing out the small book. Another mystery that Harry didn't like too much.
The 'elf' said that Harry would be able to use it when the time was right, but the wizard couldn't help but be a bit skeptical. Alright, Harry might have crossed dimensions, but this was Death's work, but how in the hell was he supposed to get the knowledge of a dead language. The book itself had some magic in it, but Harry doubted that it was enough to somehow teach him this weird language. He was probably overthinking it, but who could blame him.
Harry shook his head as he skimmed through the pages in hopes that maybe, just maybe he would find something useful. Unfortunately, like many previous times before Harry found nothing.
Sighing again, the wizard put the book back inside the back and this time he fished out the last item he brought from Stygai.
The box with two potions.
At least those items Harry knew what they did, even if not completely. Harry thought long about them, did they really heal any wound, even those fatal or did the 'elf' exaggerated their effect a bit?
Harry hoped that the ghost was right as the wizard knew that sooner or later the potion would be needed. Be it for him or for someone Harry cared for.
Of course, Harry also thought about the side-effects of taking the potion. Would his connection to magic get even more powerful, would there be any other side-effects, maybe to his appearance or something that the 'elf's' race hadn't discovered before they died.
It was a bit mindblowing. And here Harry thought that magic in this world was much more undeveloped than in his old one. He would need to be more careful from now on. Who knew what he would encounter during his travels. He already made a big mistake when he went after The House of the Undying. Harry was unprepared for the Undying Ones and he paid for it. Guess old habits die hard.
Putting the box away Hary got up and put the fire of his camp out. It was probably a good idea to get some rest for another day of a long walk.
A few days later
A little more than a week later Harry again stopped his trip so he could get some training done and then rest peacefully.
Nothing major happened in the past week apart from the ever-changing environment around him. Harry was glad to see the first green plants and leaves appearing here and there. Not too many, but one could see the change in the previously gloomy passage between the mountains. Ash was even clearer and Harry even made some tests to see when the water would be drinkable.
Unfortunately, it seems that even though the river's appearance got better, it's quality was still far from good.
Apart from the slow walk Harty also tried to find more about the three items he took from Stygai, but like previously he discovered nothing. Frustrated at his failure, Harry decided to just focus on getting back to Asshai and training his magic. He would talk with Maran, maybe the old man knew something and could help him.
Now though after a few hours of training his ice magic and animagus transformation, Harry was tired and wanted to rest.
Unfortunately, like always luck was not on his side and just when he wanted to lay down and get some sleep, Harry heard some voices coming in his direction. He quickly gathered all of his things and put the fire out before hiding behind some rocks.
After a minute the voices got closer and Harry could finally make out what they were saying.
"We should stop soon. it is almost dark and I doubt that the kid would travel during the night," said a deep male voice. Harry prayed to whatever was listening that the 'boy' they were talking about was not him. And even if they were, why were they searching for him?
"Don't be stupid Lazaro, the kid had enough balls to go into the Vale of Shadows so I doubt that darkness would make him stop. Just hurry up, we will rest in an hour," this time the voice came from a female and Harry quickly deduced from her tone that she was probably the leader of the group.
After a few seconds, another voice grumbled, "I still don't know why we are searching for a stupid boy Alila. With our magic now being stronger, we should focus on getting more control over Asshai."
The female, Alila, snapped at the man, "Shut up idiot. The improvement in our magic is the sole reason why we are here. The pulse of magic came from deep into the Vale of Shadows and the kid was the only one apart from those shadow binders who went there. Plus if what we got from the old bastard was the truth, then the boy went to Stygai and I don't believe it was a coincidence. The boy shows up in Asshai with magic stronger than most of us, go to Stygai and then a few weeks later every magic-user can feel a big blast of magic coming from there. And don't get me started on the changes to the environment... We need the boy. He could be a great asset to the Lord of Light. Now let's get moving and I don't want to hear a word from any of you."
After a minute of waiting, Harry couldn't hear the voices anymore and he released a breath of relief. They were definitely after him and if he heard right they were followers of R'hollor. Harry only knew a few facts about them and he was quite surprised that they would go deeper into the Shadow Lands just for him. Even though the red priests and priestesses were mostly in control of Asshai when he lived there, they mostly kept to their chapels. It was disturbing to hear that they were on move. Harry still didn't know what was the force he encountered when he tried to feel the magic in the fire of the chapel.
Sighing deeply, Harry placed a few ward stones around him, which would notice him of any intruder and laid down to get some rest. He would need to hurry up back to Asshai and see what happened during his absence. There was also the matter of Maran who probably was the old bastard the woman spoke about as he was the only one that knew where he was exactly going. Harry just hoped that the older man didn't betray his trust.
Week later
The rest of Harry's way back to Asshai was spent between walking, running and training. This time he kept his pace and after just a week he managed to get close to Asshai.
He stopped some distance away from the city and waited for the night. If people were searching for him, it would be a bad idea to just enter during the day and get noticed. No, he would wait for the darkness to fall and then find a place for a temporary base of operation. When he was sure that he was safe then and only then he would go check on Maran to see what the hell happened.
After a few hours, it finally got dark and Harry quickly waved his hand over his face while focusing on his pathetic skill in illusion.
Two minutes of deep concentration and now Harry's hair was black and eyes blue. The illusion would need to be enough for now. Hopefully, no one would try to break it.
Harry placed a hood on his head and stealthily made his way into the city. Fortunately, not many people were out at this hour, but from time to time Harry could see a red priest or priestess walking around. Now that Harry thought about it he really should have put some time in recreating some stealth spells, they would be really useful now or in the future.
It took him more than half an hour, but Harry finally managed to get to the more abandoned part of the city. He quickly found an empty building and made his way inside. After securing and checking it, Harry dropped the illusion and took some time to rest. Any illusion he made was very draining on him and it showed. He really had no talent in this particular art, it was quite embarrassing.
Fifteen minutes later Harry again applied his cover and made his way to Maran's shop. It was time to get some answers and Harry really hoped that the old man was alright.
Unfortunately, luck was again not on his side and when he got near the shop, he saw the door was open which was disconcerting in itself. The shop should be closed at this hour so something was definitely not right.
Harry quickly unsheathed his black shortsword and crept his way into the building.
The sight inside was not what Harry expected. The shelves were destroyed, items laid on the floor and he could see some scorch marks in a few places. Luckily nothing was burned. Harry made his way into the backroom only to meet the same sight.
Growling, Harry hit the nearest thing in anger. Again someone was suffering because they decided to help him. He had enough of this in his last wold and he wouldn't let anyone get away with this. No, he would find Maran and rescue him. Hopefully, they hadn't killed him yet.
Gritting his teeth, Harry walked out of the shop and made his way back to the abandoned building. He would start gathering information tomorrow. He was too tired emotionally and physically to do anything today.
The next morning Harry woke up early and after he got something to eat, he applied the same illusion and walked into the more populated city areas in hopes of hearing something that would lead him to discover what happened.
Surprisingly there were a lot more people out than before, they also seemed more lively and Harry wondered if the release of the Heart really affected Shadow Lands so much.
Apart from the more cheerful attitude, Harry saw more magic users displaying their craft a lot easier than before. It seemed that the red priestess was right and now everybody could access magic more freely in Asshai. Harry didn't know if it was good or not.
After 3 hours of walking around and even talking to some people, Harry came out empty-handed. Not even one conversation spoke of what happened to Maran.
For the next two days, Harry tried finding anything related to the old man and he always came with nothing. Harry only managed to discover that the red priests managed to gain more control over the city and some people didn't like it. Not that Harry cared as he planned on getting the hell out of here as soon as he found and rescued Maran. It was too dangerous to stay here.
Harry knew that he wouldn't find anything like that, so he decided to ask someone who he would rather avoid. The mas was shady at best and even though Harry learned a lot about sword fighting from him, he still didn't know his name.
With that decision, Harry waited for the evening and made his way into a quite popular tavern. It was the place where he always met the man before their lessons so Harry hoped that he would be here.
Finally, luck was on his side and after entering the tavern Harry spotted the familiar hooded person sitting alone by a table. Slowly Harry walked toward the man and sat across him.
The man raised his gaze from the drink before him and if Harry could see his face, he would be sure that the man raised an eyebrow at him.
"Why am I not surprised to see you here. Let me guess you want to know what happened?" The man asked quietly. Harry's eyebrow's raised when the man addressed him with such familiarity and got a chuckle in return for his reaction, "Don't be surprised, I would be already dead if I couldn't see through such a weak illusion."
Harry narrowed his eyes before he calmed down, "No matter. You are right I want to know what the hell happened in the month I was away. And where the hell is Maran?"
The man chuckled again, "No worry kid, I will tell you. At least with this, my debt to the old man will be repaid," he paused for a moment and took a sip of his drink, "You see about two weeks ago a large wave of magic was felt through the entire Shadow Lands. No one knew what happened, but the effects were quite clear after a few days. Magic got stronger, Ash became clearer and the feeling of doom went away. I don't know how, but the red priests began investigating what happened and from what I know you were their only answer. A complete unknown, a child in a city where children just don't live, someone with magic more powerful than theirs. It was no surprise that when they heard that you went into the Vale of Shadows they decided to pay Maran a visit and find out more about you."
Here Harry stopped him for a moment to ask a question, "How did they know that I went into the Vale? Only Maran saw me and I made sure that we were not followed."
The man shook his head, "That I do not know. The red priests are a weird group and I prefer to stay away from them. Now back to Maran. I don't know what they asked him or what really happened inside the shop, but what I know is where they took him. He is being held in the main chapel's underground. Now that would be all from me. I hope that you won't take this as an offense, but I hope that we will never meet again."
With that, the man stood up and walked out of the tavern. Meanwhile, Harry was processing the information all the while thinking of a way to get Maran out of the chapel.
Two days later
During those last two days, Harry prepared hard. This time he approached this situation more calmly as to not rush it like with the House of the Undying. He scouted the main chapel and counted how many priests are coming in and out from it.
Harry wanted to get inside more covertly and try to be relatively unseen. Unfortunately, he didn't have enough time to work on some kind of spell that would help him so all he had was his own skill.
He already knew that during the night there were more priests on the streets as they were doing their patrols. Hary decided to get into the chapel when one of the patrols would be going back into the building. With that, it should be easier to find the entrance to the underground.
Dressed in his standard black leather armor, Harry pulled the hood on and used some cloth to cover his face. This time the illusions wouldn't be useful as they would tire him too much. He also sheathed his shortsword and quickly tied a small pouch around his waist. It contained some of the dragon glass fragments he bought, they were covered in runes and if Harry needed, they would be useful during the escape.
With everything ready, Harry made his way through the city and stopped before the entrance to the chapel. If he was right in about five minutes two of the priests would be coming back from their patrol.
Just like Harry hoped, the priests came into sight a few minutes later and looked quite tired. That should be quite the advantage and when the priests finally walked into the chapel, they never noticed a small shadow following them in.
When Harry managed to follow the priests inside, he was glad that the inside was only lit by the same big fire he saw when Harry came to Asshai for the first time. The wizard wanted to investigate the flame, but he knew that it was his only chance to rescue Maran if he wanted to avoid a bloodbath. So with a sigh, he followed the priests deeper into the chapel.
It didn't take them long to walk down into the underground and Harry seeing that the two priests wouldn't be useful anymore, he knocked them out and tied them up for a good measure before hiding them in a corner.
He needed to get rid of as many priests while inside as he didn't know how hard would it be to get Maran out. Still, he wouldn't kill them. They might kidnap Maran, but after they got out of the city, they should have some peace.
It took Harry another half an hour and about seven more knocked out priests before Harry found the room that Maran was kept in. Thankfully magic was quite useful when dealing with those priests.
Fortunately, it seemed that the old man only suffered a few bruises and cuts. Harry quickly walked towards the man and shook him awake, "Maran, quick wake up."
The old man woke up almost instantly and Harry saw that his whole body was stiff. Luckily for Harry, Maran took one look at the boy and relaxed a bit, "You shouldn't have come back for me," he rasped out.
Harry shook his head, "I couldn't leave the only friend I have to die, huh? Now, be quiet and let me get rid of the chain."
Harry quickly unsheathed the short sword and with a quick slash, Maran was free again. He helped the older man and lead him outside. At first, everything went quite well, but just as they were nearing the exit from the underground Harry heard a few voices coming in their direction.
Both he and Maran hid behind a wall and Harry whispered, "When I say now cover your eyes and wait for me to deal with those idiots."
After getting a nod Harry took out a small piece of obsidian from his pouch and got ready.
Thirty seconds later the voices were near them so Harry channeled some magic into the stone and threw it into the hallway before covering his eyes.
The effect was instant as when the stone touched the floor it exploded in a large flash of light. When Harry heard the screams he uncovered his eyes and rushed the three priests to knock them out.
It was quite easy as the priests never saw what happened thanks to the flash of light and soon they laid unconscious on the floor. Proud of his work, Harry went back to Maran and slowly led him outside the chapel.
This time they didn't encounter any problems and ten minutes later they were back at Harry's temporary home. The wizard quickly took care of Maran's wounds and then gave him something to eat. Meanwhile, they were talking about what happened when Harry was away.
It seemed that the priests took Maran in hopes of finding out where Harry was and if that didn't work they would use the older man to bait him out. Fortunately, they never expected Harry to be back so fast.
The two talked for a few more hours and Harry finally broached the topic of what to do next, "Do you know where you want to go?"
Maran smiled a bit, "I heard that a few years back The House of the Undying was destroyed in Qarth and I would like to see it for myself," when he saw Harry froze at the mention of the House, Maran frowned, "Something wrong with my choice?"
Harry shook his head and chuckled sheepishly, "No, no, no. It is just that I might be the reason why the House is in its current state."
Maran opened his mouth in shock and only managed to say a quiet, "What?"
Harry chuckled again, "Let's just say that the Undying Ones were not too friendly. I prefer to forget about this event as what I did was quite stupid."
The older man groaned in exasperation, "Why am I even surprised. Of course, you would be connected with this... Anyway, you are coming with me or do you have any other plans?"
Harry walked towards the window which gave him a nice sight at the sea and answered, "No, I plan on going to Yi Ti, I want to see it for myself," what Harry left unsaid was the fact that Harry wanted to see how different the place was from Imperial China of his world. He might not be an expert in history, but he knew a thing or two.
Maran nodded as he was expecting this answer, "Then I wish you good travels. Now let us sleep, we need to gt out of here tomorrow."
Without further words, the duo drifted off to sleep.
And this is it.
Again sorry for the long wait.
This chapter was a bit fillerish, but I needed to get some things out of the way.
Next, Harry is going to Yi Ti. If you have anything you want to see there just let me know.
The next chapter should be out in about 2 weeks as I still have one more exam on the 17th.
Chaos out.