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The fallen are an ancient race believed to initially be the children of angels, demons, and humans. Their origins are said to have been the war before Lucifer's fall from grace and the banishment of those who remained undecided or followed him. Stories have been told of fallen angels, Nephilim, and the angel who chose love only to be cursed. Yet another remains untold, the story of an angel with a soul who had both divinity and infernals. It is said that the angel, only known today as prima, refused to choose between the Creator and her brother. When forced to choose or be cast out of the golden gates forever, Prima chose purgatory, and with one last look at those she considered family, she turned her back and faced the path less traveled. The unexpected occurred when 49 others followed her path into the unknown, thus becoming known as the originals. As millennia passed, the original families grew, and as more found their mates, new genes entered and gave way to a race with the ability to shift into multiple forms of supernatural and divine beings of mythos.
But this story doesn't focus on the early days of creation, it focuses on the choices of one that causes a ripple effect upon the timeline causing the fates to choose a champion that will set things right. The Called are often revered or feared for their presence often foretells the days of hardship yet to come.
The one who caused this particular ripple effect you may ask that caused this phenomena to occur, why Albus Dumbledore of course. Over the course of decades there have been multiple instances where the 'leader of the light' has deemed himself godlike and uses his students to fight his battles. Case and point the Grindelwald wars during the 20s and 40s although history will merely say they were roommates.
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Slytherin common room: present day
There was an eerie chill that permeated the dungeons, unlike the normal atmosphere of the lower levels. Almost as if the castle itself was holding its breath, waiting for the changes that the ambassador's unexpected arrival had brought. All seven years are present within the common room, and as the green-tinted light shines through from the lake, a divide is formed. The elder years are on one side, the younger ones on the other, and the clueless firsties are stuck in the middle. Draco Malfoy and Isabel Fawley are sitting separately from the rest, entrapped in a silent battle of wills. The following words of the Queen of Slytherin and the Slytherin Prince could change the course of history. They looked at each other across the divide of those who still followed their parents' path and those who had received a wakeup call courtesy of a mute American transfer who had started leaving books depicting muggle history ranging from slavery to the holocaust while not pulling punches upon their own country. Those who had started Hogwarts around the now ambassador's brief tenure recalled the hushed, rasped explanations and discussions that took the culture of the snake pit and upended it in secret. Only outwardly retaining the beliefs of superiority to the rest of the school and after the transfer's abrupt departure and only a note left behind did the new plans begin.
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Isabel pov
Thinking back upon the letter that was passed to me by the last leaders of the house upon their graduation with instructions on how to lead the house, I think of the mysterious girl who changed everything and the warrior who walked through those doors the night before and cannot help but wonder what led to the contents of the letter that I am about to reveal. Looking across to Malfoy, I see the cracks in his veneer of his father's influence where his mother's lessons no doubt still linger. 'So he isn't completely lost yet. The boy may carry the Malfoy name but was named after the stars. Let's see if the Black and Noctis blood shine through,' I think while suppressing the smirk that threatens to adorn my blank visage. "With recent changes, it seems as though by the will of Magick and the fates are currently at play. While usually, those of us apart of the old guard would expect everyone else to fall in line, this is an entirely different matter." seeing the spoiled prince open his mouth, I raise my hand, causing a hush to blanket the room. " this is not up for discussion there are things at work in the shadows that even our parents are ignorant to beings that are deciding to pull the strings of our fates as they see fit." pausing I summon the scroll that has been locked in my drawers and prick my finger placing three drops upon the seal. Unraveling it, I take a breath, then glancing around the room, read:
To whom it may concern,
It is with a heavy heart, bearing the weight of the responsibility that I have been forced to bear that I write this and defy the fates.
May my siblings forgive me this once.
I have sat back and watched as your paths are forged and tainted by those who see you as other.
And I remember the history of this school that has been forgotten.
A time when the Five Founders came together and united this school with the purpose of protecting our youth and with the hope that our separate races could come together in peace.
The proof was there when Ladies Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff saved the life of a being that fell from the sky one winter day. They had risked their lives rushing across the fragile ice to save an unknown that had crashed through and proceeded to provide aid even when they discovered that the stranger was a member of the fallen. A descendant of the Prima that was considered a creature to fear. Later, the four founders opened their doors to this being, and once she recovered, their kindness was rewarded with two words: a name and not just any name but her true name. As history has foretold, those who have access to another's true name have power over them. The four later took this name to their graves, but to their descendants passed down a common name that has been lost to time with the lesson that if they hear this name, listen to what will be said next.
It is in this letter that I call upon that pact and invoke her name,
Astrea Noctis.
First of her name, protector of the Highlands, guardian of the silent, Fifth Founder of Hogwarts, Heir to the Eternal and Royal house of Noctem, Slayer of the forsaken, Wielder of Heosphoros.
Listen well, young ones for there might come a time when these words may save your life.
A dark time is nearly upon us; as the years go on, my people's hidden war has continued to influence other supernatural and divine. I am tired of so much death and despair of seeing children raised to be soldiers and cannon fobber for a war that is not their own.
Before you finish reading this, you have to choose ethier read-on and seal your fate and the fates of those who are present in the room or roll this letter back up and continue living your lives as they are.
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Pausing with that, I look up for the first time and see that the tension in the room has shifted, and people have started a silent battle of wills. Turning, I focus on the expressions of the younger members of the sacred 28 who have heard the history of their houses and the connections to the Original 49 houses of those who followed the Prima. These days, only members that are born into the houses know their origins. The Nott boy seems to be in a hushed argument with Malfoy while the other boys watch on. In the corner, the Greengrass sisters hold court over the younger female population in a silent test of wills. 'I wonder if the eldest sister will be ready to take my place soon as graduation draws near. Hmmm, decisions, decisions.' after letting them all carry on for five minutes, getting nowhere, and recognizing time is running out, I speak, " Enough, this is not a matter of petty schoolyard rivalries. Our lives and futures are at stake; the scroll requires a unanimous decision. If even one of us disagrees, then the rest of the text will not revile itself, and we will carry on as we have with the original group selected, preparing to place themselves accordingly while we sit on our hands and wait. Now, to settle this in a civilized manner," looking at the sparks emanating from my second's wand, " If you agree to walk this new path, light your wands. Choose to follow the true old ways, or turn your backs and leave now, knowing that you will not be ridiculed for your choice but will be left stranded in the light while the rest seek the truth hidden in the shadows." with this, I stand casting Lumos and raising my wand high as the surrounding room has dimmed with the setting sun no longer peering through as the moon rises.
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No one pov
As the Slytherin queen raises her challenge, the rest of the room stares on in shocked wonder as briefly they see a sign that is hidden by all to protect themselves from the blood traitors that have lost their way. The mark of the fallen shines upon Isabel Fawley's cheek as she smirks in defiance. Suddenly, her second raises their lit wand in a challenge against the house of cunning and ambition, goading the weary. After a brief pause, the Malfoy and Greengrass Heirs step forth. The prince and princess of Slytherin glance at each other as they raise their lit wands. A truce is made of the silent feud that has been waged between their two houses for generations is put to bed as the rest of the common room shines brighter with only a few who believe in the twisted views that supposedly fueled the death eaters slink off to their dorms as magic raps around them and their memories of the night's events are forever altered and they are marked as nonbelievers.
With this, history is made, and the other residents of the castle slumber none the wiser. Well, except one dower potions master looks on hidden within the entrance and speaks unheard, " I suppose this is what I deserve for doubting your chosen Aria. Forgive me for my foolishness." shaking his head, the bat of the dungeons walks into the room to be apart of the future that his old friend and secret mentor once foretold.
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Thank insomnia, dear readers, because while I am going to attempt to write more regularly, it will most likely not be this frequently,
Nyx