Welcome to another chapter of "For Myself".
Yes, it has been a long time since I updated and while I want to be sorry I am not. I needed a break from this story so I wouldn't abandon it. Don't worry, I won't. I just decided to give this fic a break and write something else (For those interested look up my other story called "Grimm's Evolution", an RWBY OC/Grimm fic). Apart from this I also needed to finish my exams and projects which took me some time...
Now that I am done with those, I can come back to more frequent updates. I know that I said it a few times already so I won't promise anything, but I will try.
Now with that out of the way, I will again try to answer some of your questions.
NazgulBelserion - I will probably leave him with Parseltongue. When we will see, I am not sure.
Thunderbird29 - Yes I know and this chapter should fix this problem for the future.
alpha - No problem man, some people just prefer the story to follow cannon more closely. I plan max 2 more arcs before we get into the Westeros shit.
Navn Ukjent - I already explained why he didn't loot The House of the Undying. In this chapter, you all will finally get what you all wanted. About the swords, I will try to fix it.
rantingbanshee - I mean you can call it a nerfed Harry, but in my story, I am giving him the option to regain his strength and become even stronger. Your review was for chapter 3 so I hope that you saw what I mean.
Kulha - Golden Company will come into play when Harry will get back to the lands of Free Cities. Not earlier.
Kalpatru - A child who is not of noble birth? Who knows if people in the GoT world can't use such words. It is not our world after all.
aceron - The pairing is still a long way away from us so I have time, but when it comes to lord status you will see for yourself. I don't want to spoil anything for you so I can't really tell you what I am planning, but I will be unfortunately using one cliche to push the plot forward. It is not one that is used often but I saw in two or three GoT fictions. About Valyria, yes I can tell you that he will go there, but like with the pairings, it will be much later (well maybe not that much).
World-Explorer - I know man, and I am trying my hardest to improve my writing every chapter. Again if there is anybody who would like to beta this story for me contact me via PM, the more the better.
Huh, that's a lot of reviews. Now that I am done with them please enjoy the last chapter of Leng Arc.
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Chapter 11. Together we are one
"Mother why!" I shouted in despair, "You told me that you would never leave me!"
"I am sorry my son, we are losing the war and some sacrifices had to be made," she responded with tears in her eyes. She really was in pain, but I didn't care. My own mother was giving me away, a nine-year-old boy.
"I don't care! I hate you!" she flinched from my shout and her eyes released a few more tears.
Unfortunately, I didn't care anymore.
"You were all collected here to become our most powerful warriors. Those that don't feel fear and pain, who will fight until they die and who will do anything in our Gods' names," A large man spoke to us as we all were gathered in a quite large chamber in one of the jungle Temples built for our Gods.
After my mother gave me away I was taken away by soldiers and they took me to this place where a large group of kids was gathered. We waited here for a few hours before the man finally came and began explaining why we were here.
"Our most powerful mages and alchemists worked hard to prepare methods that will make you stronger, faster, and smarter than our enemies. You will do what you are told or you will feel my wrath. Am I understood?" he shouted at the end and only a few of us answered in a murmur.
The man was definitely not satisfied as in the next second we all felt a wave of powerful magic go over us, "You may be kids, but now you are part of our army. So I ask one more time am I understood?"
"Yes!" this time almost every one of us shouted out in pure fear. As the man said, we may be kids, but we didn't want to die like a lot of our island's populace.
"General," I heard one of the main mages of the temple say as I laid down on the coat pretending to be unconscious, "This is the only boy that survived our rituals and potions."
"So this entire project was one waste of time? That's what you are trying to tell me?!" another man, the General probably, shouted at the mage, "We spent three years training those kids, three years and you are telling me that only one of them survived the final test?!"
"I am really sorry General, but it really could go worse," the mage instantly flinched as the General punched the wall next to my bed.
"Really? Please tell me oh powerful Mage, how could this get any worse?" questioned the General with barely restrained anger in his voice.
"The boy survived. From what we gathered his body is a lot stronger and his magic... It is so powerful. The boy possesses two times more magic than the Prime Sorcerer. He would be a force to be reckoned with on the battlefield," explained the mage in a shaky voice.
So whatever they did to me during those last few days worked? I didn't know if I should be glad or angry. Those past few years were torture. They didn't care how old we were, we all trained from sunrise to noon. Physical, magical, or weapon training you name it. Some of the kids died from the strain, some gave up and were killed, but I always pushed forward in hopes that someday I would be free.
And now I was the last one. The result of various magic rituals and potions that they forced down my throat. Still, the mage was right, I felt stronger and I could contact my magic a lot better than I could ever before.
"Two times the Prime Sorcerer you say? Alright, I give you two more years to prepare the boy before we send him to the frontlines. Now get to work, I will be back in a year to check on the progress," with that I heard the man walk away and only me and the mage were left in the room.
"You better not disappoint me, boy," the man snarled before he too walked away.
'Oh, I won't, you can be sure about it.'
"Do you know who I am boy?" the same voice from the year before asked.
"Yes sir, you are the General of the royal army," I answered as politely as I could.
"I saw your progress and if you keep it up, we will deploy you in a year. You will show those idiots that the Empire of Leng won't fall."
'Like hell, I will. The moment you let me out from this underground I will finally be free. No more training, no more fighting. Finally, I will be able to live my life for myself.'
"Understood sir," I again replied like the obedient weapon I was supposed to be.
"Put him in the middle of the circle!" the main mage of the temple shouted at four of the acolytes that were pulling me through the Temple's underground. I didn't know what was happening, but I was awoken in the middle of the night and then bound in special runic chains. They drained any magic the bounded person possessed and made them no stronger than a civilian.
I really didn't know why they would do such a thing. I always did as I was told and behaved like they wanted me to. In about two months I was supposed to be sent on the battlefield and now I was bound in chains.
I could only ask, "Why?"
The main mage signaled for the acolytes to leave the room and he himself sat down on the ground with a heavy sigh.
"It is over boy. We lost the war. As we speak the enemy forces are moving in our direction and nothing can stop them. The General and Prime Sorcerer are dead and with their death, our army lost most of its morales. Our Empress has locked herself in the Royal Palace and refuses to help her people," the mage released a bitter chuckle as he paused.
"It is like the Old Ones left us to die. Our High Priests can no longer hear their whispers so what else can it mean. We lost."
I snarled. I didn't care that we lost, I didn't care about Old Ones and sure as hell, I didn't care that those fuckers who put me through all of this torture would soon die. What I did care about was my freedom.
"I don't care you stupid shit. If we will all die then why I am chained in the middle of a ritual circle," I shouted with all the strength I had left.
The mage chuckled and got up. He then waved his hand a few times and a few items I barely recognized flew into his hand.
"The reason is quite simple. Some of us might die or some will survive, but there is one certain thing that will happen after Leng is defeated. All of our knowledge of magic will be lost. Our enemies won't let us keep it. No, they fear it too much," the mage again paused as he prepared the next parts of the ritual.
"But that's where you come in. You will be the guardian of The Vault of the Old Ones. We will leave our knowledge here and soon Leng will raise up again. "
I looked at him in disbelief, "Are you mad? How do you expect me to survive in a closed Vault without food and water? I will die in a month!"
The man shook his head rapidly and I hoped that maybe his head would fall off, "No, no, no. You won't die at least not that soon. You see, this Vault is a sacred place. I am sure you can feel how much ambient magic is around us. This magic and the ritual will keep you alive long enough to wait for the next Lengii that will find this place. It may take a decade or two, but there should be enough magic for it to work."
I laughed in response, there was no way for such a thing to work. Magic didn't work like that, it couldn't keep me healthy for twenty years without food or water. The man must have gone mad in grief.
From there I didn't listen or watch what the madman was doing. I was dead either way. The ritual would probably backfire and kill us both. I could only kneel there and watch as the last minutes of my life passed.
When the man finally completed all of the preparations he channeled all of his magic into the ritual circle and then the light consumed us.
It had been what? Five years? Ten? I stopped counting after the first year.
The madman's ritual was somehow successful. He died as I expected, but me? No, I survived, if you could call that surviving.
I didn't know how long I was knocked out, but when I woke up the Vault was shrouded in darkness. A quick summoning of light dealt with that problem and I could see again.
Unfortunately, the only thing I could see was the charred skeleton of the mage, some destroyed books, and my weapon that laid a few feet away from me. It was a short-sword made out of a mixture of a few different materials. One of the best-crafted swords in Leng and one of the few weapons that could withstand getting magic channeled through them.
The mage used it during the ritual, but I had no clue why would my weapon be useful in such delicate magic art. The reason became quite obvious when I touched it.
The mage used it a focus. A focus to which I would be bound and a focus that would absorb the magic in the Vault and then feed it to me. If I wasn't so mad at what the mage had done to me I would applaud him for his ingenuity. He really achieved what he wanted. I would only die when the magic in the Vault ended or maybe if I decided to commit suicide.
Not that I would ever do such a thing. I was still alive and there was a chance to get out and be free. After that, I could live without any problems with how my body now worked. The only problem was getting out of this sealed room. The magic in the room could support me for more than two decades if I used magic sparely, but with my own reserves, I could prolong this process.
Maybe not for long as the constant drain was quite big, but my own reserves would let me use magic without the fear of dying faster.
Unfortunately in the next years, I realized that there was no way for me to pick up the short-sword and move out from the Vault. Yes, I could send my magic golems into the Temple's labyrinth, but I couldn't leave farther than two rooms away from the sword.
For years I tried to move it. Magic, golems, physical strength and even throwing rocks at it. Nothing worked. Now after all those years I felt that the magic in the maze and Vault was not enough to keep me alive. I used too much magic and neither the ambient magic nor my vast reserves could save me.
It was with a bitter smile that I sat down and for the first time in many years prayed to the Old Ones. People did weird things when faced with death, so I could try for the last time and ask for the freedom that I always wanted.
I probably should have never prayed to them.
They changed me. Completely changed my being. I didn't know why they would do such a thing, but in the beginning, I was glad. I was still alive and I could get my freedom once more.
Like always I was wrong. I was still bound to the sword and I still couldn't move it even though the weapon no longer feed me magic. Now my own body fed off the magic around me if I could even call it a body. I looked more like a construct of pure magic that resembled a human form. It gave me some new abilities, but it also took away the part of me that was still human.
From that moment I cursed the Old Ones. They left me here when they could free me. My favorite weapon became the bane of my existence.
Again the years passed and I began to remember that maybe someday, someone would finally be able to get to the Vault and free me from my curse. And happened it did.
People came down into the undergrounds of the Temple in search of anything left after a dead civilization. Unfortunately, most of them died before they even managed to get close to me. Sometimes they died from traps left behind by the mages of the temple and other times my own stone golems would kill them. If they were weak enough to die from some magic golems then there was no way that they would be powerful enough to free me.
Another thing that got rid of many explorers was the ward of madness. I didn't know who created it but it was a nice test for anybody entering the maze.
Centuries went by and no one ever managed to get even halfway to the Vault. That was until the boy entered the Temple.
I observed him through my golems and the boy was strong, he was prepared for my minions and defeated them without bigger problems. Then I tried to feel his magic and I was left surprised. His magic was much different than any I came upon during those centuries. It was strong and quite well controlled.
Taking under the consideration that in the last few hundred years any mage that went into the maze was quite weak, I couldn't help but feel at least some excitement when he finally reached the entrance to the Vault.
"So, you are the magician that managed to find his way to the Vault of the Old Ones? Hmm, it doesn't matter. Now prepare to fight for your life sorcerer."
That was the last thing that Harry heard before he needed to erect a shield of pure magic to save him from a powerful blast of energy sent at him by his new enemy.
The shield managed to hold and Harry could finally see who he was fighting.
It was a man, or a least Harry thought that it was a male. Almost like in Stygai the new adversary didn't possess a body made out of flesh like a normal human but was rather made out of pure magic. Well, the magic wasn't too pure as Harry could feel the darkness in it, but it was still a construct created by magic.
The man was an adult and was of average height. His whole form was of a dark blue color, but Harry could still see that somehow the man was wearing armor. He probably had it on at the moment he became whatever he was. Apart from that, the man was quite plain and if Harry had more time he might have tried to see more.
Unfortunately, this wasn't the case and it was obvious that the being wouldn't stop attacking Harry until he was defeated. Still, Harry being Harry had to try, "So I guess there is no way to avoid this fight?"
The only response was another wave of energy that Harry blocked with another barrier. He would really need to work on some better way of shielding from pure magic attacks, this thing was just too taxing on his reserves.
Unfortunately, this was not the time for such thoughts as the man, or whatever the being was, summoned two dogs made entirely out of stone.
"So he is the one responsible for all of those golems I encountered huh? Oh well, no reason to hold back anymore," with that thought Harry took out another two dragonglass stones and threw them with a perfect aim at the dogs.
Like expected the two dogs exploded upon impact and Harry used the dust from the explosion to unsheath Blackfyre and channel magic through his body. With the additional boost to his strength and speed, Harry hoped to surprise his enemy and maybe score the first hit.
The man saw through Harry's trick and summoned a sword made out of stone to his hand.
Surprisingly the stone sword managed to block the Valytian steel but it was evident that it would crack if it took another hit or two. Harry saw a slight surprise on the man's face and decided to use it to his advantage.
While Blackfyre was still a bit too big for Harry, the wizard was still capable of wielding it properly. The man obviously didn't expect Harry to possess a weapon of such power as he separated himself from Harry by summoning a small wall of stone after his sword broke.
Harry knew that he had the advantage in close quarters so he used a low powered bombarda to blow the wall away. This time the man was ready and had a stone sword in each hand.
Harry pressed onward trying to shatter his enemy's swords and score a hit. Unfortunately, it quickly became evident that the man worked out a tactic to stop Harry from gaining an advantage with his Valyrian weapon. Whenever Harry managed to destroy one sword, the man quickly used his other one to block and in this time he would summon the lost sword back.
Luckily it appeared that even though the man was quite skilled in sword fighting it was neither his preferred style nor the weapons were his favorites. Apart from that Harry could feel that the man was quite rusty when it came to swordplay and the young wizard would definitely use it to his advantage.
For the few next minutes, the two exchanged strikes back and forth without scoring any hits. Finally, Harry decided to stop using only his reinforcement magic and try to apply his other tricks to the fight.
Harry waited for a good moment before he released a torrent of fire at the man and then followed with a few exploding stones. His enemy reacted quickly as he summoned another stone wall to block the fire and then he reinforced it with his magic to stop the wall from exploding.
"So you finally decided to use your magic hmm? That's good, show me your real power," the man's hard voice came out from behind the wall.
In the next second, Harry was forced to create his own wall of ice to shield from numerous earth projectiles that the man created from his wall. If Harry wasn't sure that the man was trying to kill him earlier, now he was convinced.
His earth projectiles managed to destroy Harry's wall quite quickly so he was forced to dodge and shield himself with some minor barriers. Now while Harry was quite proud of his reflexes as an ex-seeker, even he couldn't avoid dozens of stones directed at him. So when one of the bigger chunks managed to hit his right shoulder Harry felt it even through his enhanced armor and the pain forced him to drop Blackfyre to the ground.
Annoyed that he lost his primary weapon, Harry created another wall of ice and unsheathed his black short-sword. It would need to be enough until he managed to pick up Blackfyre.
"Stop holding back boy or I will kill you!" the man's shout echoed through the chamber.
Harry gritted his teeth in silent anger. It was easy to say to go full power when you were surrounded by your enemy's element. Yes, Harry's fire was strong but its power against a powerful user of earth element was nulled out. Then he had his ice magic and while Harry could match the enemy sorcerer for some time, Harry would get tired faster as he needed to summon his element while the enemy mage used his surroundings.
Quickly forming a plan Harry disintegrated the ice wall and formed it into numerous smaller spears. Then Harry threw them all in the direction of his enemy. With the distraction, ready Harry fished out a handful of his grenades and two flash stones.
First, he hurled one of the flashbangs at the man. The older sorcerer clearly expected another explosion as he erected a barrier of pure magic to stop the stone. When the flash of light temporarily blinded him, Harry threw the grenades all over the room but he didn't activate them.
When the man finally regained his sight, he another two smaller golems and sent them straight at Harry. This time though he didn't just stay idle and stomped the ground a few times. To Harry's further aggravation, the man's stomps summoned pillars of earth that followed Harry wherever he went.
"Just fucking great..." murmured Harry as he fired two bombardas at the pillars and sliced through one of the summons with the short-sword. He dealt with the other one by impaling it with an ice spike right through the mouth.
The creatures disintegrated into dust and Harry once again focused on his main enemy that in this short time approached Harry and locked them in another close-quarters duel.
This time they both were using a single short-sword, but Harry's weapon was still the stronger and the older man still needed to summon another after a few hits. Unlike in their previous sword fight, both combatants used their elements to gain an advantage. Harry's fire and ice, and the older man's earth.
While to anyone else it would look like those two were fairly matched, Harry knew that soon his reinforcement magic would be too hard to keep activated and he would lose. That was why Harry slowly tried to create more space between him and the man. When the distance was big enough Harry feinted a strike at the man's left side and then used an overpowered banishing charm to push his enemy even further away.
Harry knew that it was his only opportunity to execute his plan so he quickly jumped back a little, put his short-sword to his left, and then he summoned an enormous amount of fire magic into his hands.
In the next second, Harry put his hands on the ground and mended the fire in the way he wanted his attack to work. It was something that Harry already tried a few times but never on that scale.
Harry smiled slightly and released the magic into the ground. The earth erupted in flames in all directions consuming the whole room, as a chain effect all of the grenades previously threw around the room exploded only adding fuel to the attack.
Like always Harry's luck was not on his side and one of the grenades was close enough to knock him away into one of the walls. Thankfully the wall was already weak enough from all of the previous events and crumbled under the strain of Harry's body and his enchanted armor.
If Harry wasn't in pain from the impact he would realize that the destroyed wall was the entrance to the Vault. Unfortunately, all of his body was in pain, be it from the strain of using too much magic or the impact.
Harry finally came back to the land of the living when he heard his enemy's voice, "I have got to say your last attack was very powerful and if we were in any other place it probably would work. I might hate this place, but it has its advantages..." Only now Harry realized that the language used by the man was very similar to the common one used almost everywhere. It had some small differences but Harry could understand it without bigger problems.
Harry forced himself into a crouching position to at least try and defend from the incoming enemy. Unfortunately, he quickly realized that his short-sword was blew away during the explosion and his magic was almost spent.
"But in the end, our fight came to an end. It is nothing personal boy, you were just not enough..." the man finished in a saddened tone. Harry knew that if there was a moment to act then it was the last one. So with the last of his strength, Harry sent a powerful torrent of fire at the man. Using the distraction Harry rolled to the right and grabbed the weird-looking short-sword that he saw earlier in the Vault.
Just when Harry wanted to stand up and take a stance, the young wizard felt pain like no other in his hand that held the sword. Harry didn't know why but he couldn't drop the sword. Before he knew the pain exploded throughout his whole body and his vision went black.
When Harry finally woke up he felt like his head would explode any minute. Whatever happened when he grabbed the sword must have messed with him. With a groan, Harry tried to raise up from his lying position only to fail spectacularly when his arms refused to move.
"Easy there kid. Whatever the cursed sword did to you, or rather us, it messed a bit with both your body and magic. You are better off lying down for a bit to regain your strength," a familiar voice spoke from Harry's left side.
The younger boy's eyes instantly snapped open and turned in the voice's direction. And there, on a single block of stone sat the man who got Harry into this mess in the first place. Only this time his form was transparent and his posture seemed somewhat... relaxed, content?
While Harry was still on guard he knew that there was no chance for him to defend himself. So the only thing left was dialogue, "What happened? And most importantly why are you not trying to kill me?" Harry asked in a hoarse tone.
"What happened hmm? A lot of things that shouldn't have. The cursed blade changed us both, I would have never expected that something like this would happen. As to why I am not trying to kill you? That one is easy to answer. I don't want to die," the man answered with a chuckle at the end.
"I don't see it answering anything. So please if you really don't want to kill me then can you at least speak clearly?" Harry groaned in annoyance. His life was just getting weirder and weirder. And he thought that he reached a peak.
The man sighed and ran a hand through his transparent hair, "It is a long story, but seeing as you need to recover we have time... It all started when Leng was attacked by the Golden Empire of Yi Ti, led by Jar Har, the sixth sea-green Emperor..."
The older sorcerer recounted his story, how he was taken away, trained, and then sealed inside the Vault. Harry listened to all of this in rapt attention, he always liked to hear the histories of new places that were not available to everyone. The knowledge that the Old Ones existed was quite disturbing and Harry really wanted to get away from the temple as fast as he could.
Still, there was one thing that Harry was not sure about. Why would his ex-enemy tell him the story of his life? Did he even tell him the truth? And most importantly what did it have to do with their current situation.
Harry voiced his questions when the man finally finished.
He got a chuckle in response before the man continued, "I told you that I was bound to this place because of my cursed blade. When you touched it, something happened to both of us. I can't tell you the details as even I do not know them, but I am no longer bound to my weapon."
Harry nodded at the explanation, but it still didn't answer all of his questions, "So you finally have what you always wanted. Freedom? Is that why you left me alive? And what does it mean for me?"
"Calm down. I might not want to kill you anymore, but I still get annoyed. And to answer your question I didn't get my freedom, at least not completely. You see the moment you touched the blade, the magic that held me bound to it, transferred onto you. I am now bound to you boy, wherever you go I go."
Then the man laughed hard, "And you know what? It is not even the worst part. Before the transfer, I could absorb the magic around me to survive, but now? Now even though I still can gather magic, it all goes to you. Only then some part of it is used to let me exist. So you see, I don't know what would happen if you die. I could either be set free or die with you and I am not eager to find out."
Harry slowly processed what the older man told him and he couldn't help but explode in laughter. He again had another soul bound to him, but this time it was sentient and had its own body. "Great just great."
"I see it amuses you. I guess I can see the irony, Harry Potter, the defeater of Voldemort," the man said with a snort.
The single sentence stopped Harry's laughter instantly. The ex-Potter directed a glare at his companion and spoke through gritted teeth, "How do you know that name?"
"Got your attention huh? No need to act so though boy, we are connected now. And when I say connected I mean connected," he replied neutrally, but when he said the last part Harry instead heard it in his mind.
Harry widened his eyes in surprise. Something like that shouldn't be possible, he had his mental barriers up so nothing should be able to go through, "But he said that we are now connected through magic, so is it really impossible?"
"It is not," spoke a voice inside Harry's mind again making him jerk in place, "It feels weird, I never really had any encounters with mind magic, so I can't explain to you how it is possible. You are more experienced with this art than me."
"Just stop for a minute," Harry said a bit overwhelmed, "If you can see into my mind then you saw my life and how I ended up here. That's how you know my old name. Can I do the same to you?"
"Probably," came out his simple answer, "But I would advise against it. You lived for what, thirty years total? It was easy to sort through those memories so I could see what I got myself into. But I lived for many centuries. Who knows how my mind would look to you."
"Hiding something?" inquired Harry.
The man shrugged, "Plenty of things. Would they be of any use to you? I doubt it, but you are welcome to try."
Harry shook his head, "I am going to refuse your offer," then he paused for a moment, "What will happen now? I can't exactly walk around with ghost-like companion in tow and I doubt that you are alright with what happened here."
The older man sighed heavily, "No I am not alright, but until we find a way to give me the freedom I am stuck with you. I might not be happy, but after so many years of living underground, I am glad that now I will at least see the world again. And don't worry about me walking around. I can go into your body like a summon. This is the manifestation of my body with the use of your magic, that's why I am transparent. You are too weak to give me a full form yet."
"Wouldn't that slow my recovery?"
He shook his head, "Not really. Like I said, I can gather magic, but only when I am out of your body. Right now I am speeding up your recovery by absorbing as much magic as it is possible. I can tell you that it not that much as most of the magic is already drained from those ruins and the natural magic here is really weak. At least ambient magic here is much easier to control..."
Harry nodded in understanding and checked his own magic. It was true he felt the connection he had with his ex-enemy and he felt the magic transfer between the two. His body already felt better and his magic reserves were filling up quicker than usual.
Harry then finally tried to sit up and was glad that his body strength came back. Looking back to his new companion he spoke, "Alright, while it is all weird even to me. I think that there is no point to stay here any longer. I hope you don't mind if I take things from here?"
The man waved him off, "By all means take it all if you can. While the books won't be useful after our battle and all those years of sitting here, the coins should be worth a lot even after all this time. You might also take my old weapon with you. It is no longer cursed and it is a lot more powerful than your own. Well, the short-sword at least."
Harry nodded as he looked at the pile of gold coins in the corner. Yeah, he probably wouldn't have any financial problems in the future. He was a bit sad that all of the books were destroyed, but he had a new companion that probably should be able to teach him some of the things they held inside. Then there was the weapon, the man said that it wasn't cursed anymore, but he would check it himself.
"You know, I might not trust you yet, but we are stuck together, so there is no reason for us to be at each other throats. So as the first sign of trust let's start again. My name is Harry Blackfyre, it is a pleasure to meet you," Harry extended his hand towards the man and waited.
The transparent man looked at the offered hand for a moment before he sighed and smiled lightly, "I guess you are right. Even with our lives connected, it will take time until we trust each other. I might not be happy with our current arrangement, but I can try so we both will survive," they then grabbed each other's forearms, "I was named Ralnor, let us hope that we can work together."
END
So here you go people. It was not easy to write this chapter but I did it. We have a new character that will stay with us for a long time. I showed some of his past to explain how he views life and to give him some background.
I know that some of you might not like the addition, but it was a necessary thing. Harry needed a companion, someone to travel with and I gave him just that.
Ralnor's character is based on Celebrimbor form Shadow of Mordor. His form will work very similarly, but he will have a bit more freedom to move outside Harry's body. He and Harry are connected by magic untile I decide against it.
Harry will get the loot from the Vault so maybe you all will finally stop pestering me about Harry's looting of places.
And finally, this chapter closes the Arc of Leng and we will be going to Yi TI next. The arc there should be a lot shorter and we will move a bit faster back to Free Cities where another surprise waits for us.
Oh, if ther are people who would like to help me with proofreading and exchange some ideas then PM me.
That's should be all. I hope that you enjoyed the chapter.
My next update will be for my new story "Grimm's Evolution". An OC Grimm/Gamer fanfiction in RWBY. Look it up if you are interested in this Universe.
PS: There might be some errors that I missed. Remember I am trying to make my writing as good as I can, but English is still my 2nd language. So errors will happen.