A/N: Hi and welcome to the first ever Dark Crystal+Harry Potter fic on ao3 and ! This is specific to the Age of Resistance show (I haven't read the books), but even the original movie has no HP crossovers. Two worlds of magic and no one made them meet yet?

So I am here to fix this! I hope you like it~ Updates will be very sporadic. Please leave a review to let me know how I did!

An enormously massive thanks to all the people I spoke to at The Resistance Discord! I spent one day there and got this chapter done during that time after it'd been sitting with the dust bunnies, bare bones, for over a year. You all are AMAZING! 3

Chapter One: Any Port in a Storm

Deet was walking away. She was leaving and there was nothing he could do but watch her go; her large eyes filled with a sickly purple hue. The woods swallowed her into its depths, barring him from following as branches, roots and brambles, veined with the same purple that pulsed through Deet, twisted unnaturally and grew at an alarming rate in her wake.

It took less than a minute for his view to be obstructed entirely and he sighed heavily. Rian continued to stand there, hearing the creaks and groans of moving branches slowly fade away until all was quiet. His hair was plastered to his head with sweat and his clothes were filthy from his battles with skekVar and skekMal, but he didn't seem to notice. His ears gently flicked.

It really was silent. Surely he should be able to hear some foliage rustle or little critters skitter about? Had Deet or the Darkening she was spreading frightened them off?

Rian felt the little hairs at the back of his neck rise and his ears jolted up in alarm. There was no way to pursue Deet at the moment so he turned around and began making his way back to Stone-in-the-Wood. He would tell his friends about Deet and perhaps they could come up with a way to find her and cure the Darkening. He'd prefer to go after her alone, but there was too much Thra for one Gelfling to track down one other Gelfling.

Rian hadn't gone far when he felt it - a horrible feeling that washed over him and sent chills down his spine. Then came the sound.

An eerie whoosh followed by several sharp, rumbling cracks; almost exactly like the thunder from the dangerous, forked lightning that accompanied the terrible storms that ravaged Thra now and then.

He looked up at the sky to check for dark clouds between the trees that towered all around. Rian saw the briefest flash of purple light before everything went dark.

Brea was sitting with her older sister on some boulders just outside the village, loosely fiddling with the tip of a braid. It was, she thought, quite awkward. They had always been at odds with each other, never seeing eye to eye. The death of Tavra had brought them together, but it didn't erase the many trine of bitter interactions.

The youngest princess had left the Crystal Shard back in the village with Mother Aughra. She knew she wouldn't be able to pay attention to Seladon properly if she had it in her hands. Her desire to study it was strong and part of her selfishly hoped whatever her sister wanted would be over with quickly so she could get back to the Shard.

"Listen, Brea, I know now how utterly wrong I was, and how badly I treated everybody..." Seladon said in somewhat of a rush. She fell silent as her younger sister held up a hand.

"It's alright, Seladon."

"But it isn't!" she burst out.

Now Brea felt bad for her selfish thoughts. Her sister was clearly hurting, but she was too. Her thoughts flashed to the strange pair that lived at the Circle of the Suns. Unity, they had said. Unity is the key. She was not quite ready to forgive Seladon yet, but they did need to work together from here on.

Brea took a deep breath. "You fought with us here, against the Skeksis. And you will continue to fight for all Gelfling. You made a mistake, yes, but you're doing your best to fix it! That's what matters; what you do now, not what you did then. We are together, on the same side," she said passionately, dropping her braid and placing a hand on Seladon's shoulder.

Seladon sniffled slightly, impressed by her little sister's impromptu speech. "Thank you," she said, infusing those two words with all the gratitude she could muster. A nagging doubt pricked her mind that Brea would make a much better All-Maudra than she ever would, even without the training from their mother. She let none of it show though, only giving a small smile.

Brea grinned brightly but a gasp suddenly escaped her lips. "Did you feel that?"

The older girl tilted her head and frowned. "Huh?"

"Is there a storm coming?" the younger asked, looking up with a curious frown.

Seladon mimicked her and narrowed her eyes at the sky. It didn't look like the clearest day, but it didn't look like stormy weather either. Could a storm roll in that fast? "I'm not sure. Perhaps we should head back and take shelter just in case."

She didn't hear if Brea replied as a flash of purple light dragged them both into darkness.

Kylan groaned. By Thra, his head hurt! So did the rest of his body, now that he was conscious enough to register it. Something touched his arm and he jolted in shock, his eyes now wide open. He wrenched his arm away on instinct, but the touch became a vice-like grip.

"Steady, Kylan, it's only me," came a voice off to his right.

The song-teller turned his head. He relaxed instantly as he saw Naia crouched beside him. "Oh, it's only you," he said in relief. "Much better than a Skeksis, that's for sure!"

Naia only frowned, causing Kylan to tense up again, but she let his arm go. "I don't think those old tyrants are our biggest problem right now," she said grimly, looking around.

Kylan copied her and let his eyes wander. They were surrounded by buildings, but they were not the rustic dwellings of Stone-in-the-Wood; they stuck out from nature and didn't blend in the slightest bit. He drew in a somewhat strangled breath. "Where are we?" he whispered.

"Nowhere I've seen. Or even heard of," she replied, voice low.

Kylan carefully sat up, his fingers running through grass that was strangely short, as though something had been faithfully grazing. "What do we do now?" he asked plaintively.

The Drenchen was quiet for several moments. "Perhaps we are not the only ones here. I don't know what that strange flash of light was, but we should see if we can find anyone else. That light may have moved us."

"Yeah, okay, sounds like a plan," he said with a nod, accepting her hand as she helped him to his feet. Kylan couldn't see any other Gelfling in view, no matter which direction he looked. "Which way?"

Naia snorted dryly. "You ask that as if I know this area better than you."

"Well you were awake before me," he joked nervously.

She shook her head, a hint of a smile playing at the edges of her mouth. "Fine. This way," she said, striding off in a random direction.

Kylan gave a brief chuckle before hurrying after her. He let his eyes scan his surroundings, everything unfamiliar and alien. Were those buildings homes? They were all so large, what on Thra lived in them? Surely not Gelfling? Were they still in Skarith?

Naia was taking in the surroundings as well. Several big shiny things lined the broad black pathway they were travelling down, each one in front of a different building. Were they alive? Did they act as guards for the buildings? Would one attack? She discreetly palmed her dagger, ready to strike. There were light sources, quite high up, spaced evenly along the road, so they should be able to see oncoming threats. Or, if they were lucky, their friends. They had only been walking for a couple of minutes when she turned to Kylan as he called her name.

Kylan moved one shaky hand to point at the night sky. "There's only one moon!" he breathed out.

Naia looked up and, as he had said, only one luminous, silvery orb graced the night sky. It didn't look like any of the Three Sisters. Where was the Blue Moon, the Pearl Moon and the Hidden Moon? A deep foreboding settled over the Drenchen.

"Naia?" Kylan called again.

"Let's...focus on our current goal for now," she said evenly, proud and relieved that her voice had been steady.

"...right," he agreed, trying to push the uncomfortable thoughts aside.

An angry yowl split the air. Kylan drew closer to Naia as she ducked into a battle-ready stance, his heart quickening its pace. A shadow darted across the road, too fast for either Gelfling to properly see.

"Yeah, you better run! Mangy little...whatever you are," a male voice grumbled.

Naia smiled and rushed forward. "Gurjin!" she exclaimed.

Sure enough her brother walked near, stopping under one of the lights. His face lit up when he saw them. "Am I happy to see you two!" He let out an oof as Naia reached him and pulled him into a tight hug. He hugged her back with equal fervour. "Are you both okay? Where are we? This place is beyond weird," he said rapidly.

"Yes, no idea, and I agree," Kylan answered. "What about you? Are you hurt?"

Gurjin shrugged. "I'm fine. Very confused, but no injuries," he said as his sister's gaze raked over him, looking for bruises and wounds.

"What was that creature?" the song-teller asked.

"Beats me," Gurjin replied, shaking his head. "I woke up to it pawing at me. From what I could see it was a bit like a fizzgig? Less fluffy and more hissing than anything. Didn't take much to scare it off to be honest."

"We're searching for others," Naia said, cutting to the heart of the matter and bringing their animal chat to an abrupt end. "I'm glad we found you, but it proves that there are likely other Gelfling nearby that were moved by that light as well."

Gurjin shuddered as his sister mentioned the light, remembering the strange phenomenon all too well. "Obviously I'm coming with you," he quickly said.

"Obviously," his sister replied with equal speed.

"Great!" Kylan said happily as he softly clapped his hands together.

Someone was calling her name. The voice wasn't loud, but it carried anxious and urgent undertones. Fingers gently tapped her cheek, further forcing her groggy mind away from the blank void of unconsciousness. Brea opened her eyes to see Seladon hunched over her, their faces only inches apart, her sister's gaze wide and frightened.

"Oh Brea, you're awake! You need to get up and we need to go!" Seladon said, backing up to give Brea room and holding a hand out.

Brea blinked slowly and took the offered hand, letting Seladon heave her to her feet. She stumbled, standing awkwardly, and only just then realised that she had been laying in some sort of bush. She hastily brushed off bits of foliage from her clothes, her hands stopping all motion as she turned to her sister. "Seladon...why is it suddenly night time and where are we? This doesn't look like Stone-in-the-Wood..."

Seladon shook her head, sending the ends of her long hair swinging. "I...I don't know," she said softly, her eyes sweeping left and right, taking in all of the shadows around them as though one would grow claws and snatch her away into the darkness.

"At least it's not the Castle?" Brea said, trying for some levity.

Seladon rewarded her efforts with an unamused stare. "There are other dangerous places besides the Castle, as I'm sure you're aware. I think we're on somebody's property and we should get off it."

Brea briefly examined their surroundings. They were next to a very large building, about three times the height of a Vapran house in Ha'rar, and seemed to be in a garden. She saw the bush she'd inadvertently squashed and sent a silent apology to the owners. There was a white picket fence around the garden that came up to their chins and did not look easy to climb over.

Brea unfurled her wings, Seladon copying her, and the two jumped, fluttering just enough to clear the fence. There was some sort of large road before them. It wasn't made of dirt, nor was it the nice stone roads in Ha'rar. The young princess ran her fingers over it lightly, ignoring her sister's warnings. It was like black sand, smoothed out and frozen somehow, yet not cold to the touch.

"If this is a road, I think we should stick by it," she said decisively.

"Why? We'd be out in the open," Seladon argued. "Wouldn't it be safer to stick near the buildings where there are plenty of places to hide if something comes?"

Brea began walking, forcing Seladon to follow with an angry hiss. "While you do have a point, how are we supposed to find anyone else if we do that? Or how will they find us?"

"Anyone else?"

"Of course. You don't think it was just us that got caught by that light, do you? Everyone from in and around Stone-in-the-Wood may have been taken too," she said matter-of-factly.

Seladon felt the weight of being All-Maudra settle heavily on her shoulders. It was her job to look after all the Gelfling as best she could. It had seemed like such a black and white job back when she watched her mother. When the Tithing Ceremonies came and went. When she was safe in the palace, living in luxury and only hearing mundane complaints over and over from farmers and the like.

She took a deep breath and sighed. "Fine. But if we run into anything other than a Gelfling from Stone-in-the-Wood then I will lay all the blame at your feet as we get dragged off," she said, sarcastic humour leaking into her tone.

Brea only smiled happily and cheerfully agreed.

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