Journey to a New Start ch 14

Chapter 14

Harry thought the past month had been too stress free, James and his friends had not been bothered by Dumbledore at the last two Hogsmeade weekends which surprised him, though from what he was hearing from several of the guards that shadowed the trio to make sure they weren’t bothered, the three went to extreme measures to make sure to avoid Dumbledore, and yet at the same time to enjoy themselves.


Leaning on the balcony watching Aerma put his guards through their training Harry felt someone walk up behind him. Turning his attention for a moment away from what was before him he sent his sense out and picked up that it was Trava’in who was approaching.


“Good morning Trava’in what brings you out of your forest and to me instead of my library.” Harry asked with a chuckle to soften his question.


“You do know that it annoys Saero to no end when you do that don’t you.” Trava’in laughed.


Turning around to clasp the others arm in a greeting Harry smiled. “I know it annoys him and I swore after the first time I let my guard down it would not happen again.”


Trava’in started at him for a moment before telling him. “Mytimah I sometimes think you are the most paranoid Elf I have ever met then I remember you came from a war torn land and have not been here long enough to fully learn to relax.”


“Do you mind if we walk though the gorges gardens while we talk?” Trava’in asked as he stuck his head over the railing to see what was happening below.


Seeing no reason to deny the request Harry motioned for the other Elf to join him as he started to walk along the terrace towards the steps leading down.


“So what are you here to snitch starts of now?” Harry asked jokingly.


Acting all innocent Trava’in replied. “Whatever do you mean; I will have you know that I have never snitched anything in my life.”


Breaking out into laughter Trava’in added in. “Sneaking on the other hand.”



Joining him in laughing Harry waved at those they passed as they walked to the waterfall that cascaded into the gorge.


It had taken some time but he finally was accepting that he was the Lord of these people, and that they wanted to be here, more than that most of them were just plain fun to be around, especially their expressions when Harry showed them something new.


That had gone a long way in helping Harry relax and recover from the war.


“Out of curiosity why did you not tell any one when your birthday was?” Trava’in asked quietly as they approached the waterfall and could not be overheard.


Glancing at the other with a strange expression Harry finally answered. “Growing up I was never allowed to even know when my birthday was, it was not until I started school I found out when I was born. To me really it is not a special day, nor am I used to celebrating it.”


Stopping near the cliff where the water cascaded into the gorge from the stream above them Harry stared into the water. “The first time I ever received a birthday gift was when Hagrid, a half giant friend of mine, came to deliver my Hogwarts acceptance letter, he brought me this huge chocolate cake. It was the first time I had ever tasted cake, my aunt and uncle did their best to beat me down.”


Smiling at the memory Harry told him. “He was the one who bought me Hedwig as a birthday gift; she has been my best friend and been with me for over twenty five years. She is the only one that I have told everything to. Most people would think that was barmy to be sharing your soul with an owl.”


Not about to say anything or show how angered he was that anyone could treat a child that way Trava’in did not want Mytimah to stop sharing a part of himself, since most of his past was locked up solid as if guarded by dragons, so he said nothing.


“I used to sit up the night before my birthday sitting with the window open waiting for my friends to owl me, most of the time they sent presents.” Harry smiled at the memory.


“When the war was in full swing I had no time for birthdays or any other holiday, to many other important things got in the way.” Harry said as he pushed his magic at a lightly drawn rune on the cliff wall.


A passage door opened up silently leading to spiral stair leading down motioning with his arm Harry smiled and told him. “After you.”


Curious Trava’in walked into the secret passage and started down the steps. “Do you have secret ways hidden all over these lands, it seems like every time I turn around some new secret path is being revealed.”


Chuckling in amusement Harry answered. “One of the happiest memories I have is of wandering Hogwarts when no one was around and finding secret or hidden ways and rooms. Most of them I kept to myself and did not share them with Ron or Hermione. I like secret passageways and hidden rooms, must be the kid in me.”


“Well one of the things that I wanted to ask was to get your permission to hire some of the little ones if they are willing, some of them are very skilled and I can promise that they would be cherished for more than the skills they can offer.”


Sending a confused look at the back of the Other Lord Harry said. “Why ask me the house elves can work for whoever they choose, they don’t need my permission.”


Shaking his head with a chuckle Trava’in told him. “You truly do not know how the little ones worship the ground you walk on do you.”


Nearing the bottom the door opened leading out near the edge of the river Harry stopped for a moment when Trava’in told him as he went through the door. “Without your permission to ask them they would never even consider my words.”


Allowing the passage to close Harry caught up with Trava’in “I think the lot of you are barmy, but I will talk to Eldest later to make sure they know they can work anywhere they want.”


“Thank…Is that Blood Moss.” Trava’in started to thank him before catching sight of the low growing plant near the gorge wall.


Striding quickly to the low growing moss like plant that was in full bloom he knelt down and examined it closely. “By the Valar…It is Blood Moss.”


“This plant was lost long ago, so many potions that heal the mind we have not been able to brew since loosing this plant.” Trava’in whispered in wonder.


Looking over his shoulder he begged, “Please, so many could benefit from the healing potions that can be made with Blood Moss. Please allow us to harvest a small amount for ingredients?”


Remembering the potions text he came across that allowed him to develop the potion to negate the effects of the pain curse and reading some of the other potions that needed this particular plant to heal the mind, unfortunately he never discovered the properties until after Neville’s parents had been killed in a death eater raid.


“I think you need to follow me, I have something you need to see.” Harry told him as he turned around and walked back the way they came.”


Quickly getting up and not bothering to brush the loam off of his pants Trava’in ran to catch up with Harry.


Back near the falls where the mist was heaviest Harry looked for the keystone that would allow him to activate another one of the many hidden secrets.


Finding it Harry squatted down and traced the rune on the side of the rock as he pooled his magic in his finger causing a bridge to slowly rise out of the water.


Trava’in stood there in shock as yet another secret was revealed, a bridge over the water rose gracefully from the deep pool.


Waiting until the bridge had stopped rising Harry looked over his shoulder and snorted in mirth at the shocked Lord of the forests.


Stepping onto the bridge he called back. “Coming, or are you going to stand there all day with your chin on the ground.”


Snapping out of his shock Trava’in stepped on the bridge gingerly until he felt how solid it was and practically ran across it to catch up.


Harry waited until Trava’in stepped off the bridge before sinking the bridge again and stepping into the heaviest part of the mist that hid the entry to a small valley.


Moving to one side as Trava’in walked through the narrow opening in the wall Harry smiled at the expression of shock that stunned the other Elf.


“No drooling on the ground.” Harry laughed at him then swatted him on the shoulder to get him to breath again as he noticed he was holding his breath in shock.


Trava’in was sure he was hallucinating there before him was row upon row of carefully tended medicinal herbs and plants, including enough Blood Moss to last for a hundred years on one picking.


“H…Ho…Ho…How is this possible.” Trava’in finally sputtered out.


“This is one of the many farms scattered around my lands. I think I can spare a few kilos or two of anything you need.” Harry smirked in amusement.


Falling to the ground tears streaming down his face Trava’in muttered. “My son…My son can be healed now.”


Laughing in glee now Trava’in threw up some of the dirt and screamed. “He can be healed.”


More than a little worried at both the tears and laughter Harry knelt down slowly next to Trava’in and hugged him close.


Grabbing onto Harry as he cataloged the three magical plants long thought lost growing in the rows all nice and neat Trava’in blurted out. ”Anything, anything you want it’s yours, just let me save my son.”


Pulling the Elf into a tight embrace as he lost all control Harry reached around with his free hand and grasped the communication pendant around Trava’in’s neck and sent out the call. “Saero, Koeh’avara, Amathal I need you, this is an emergency follow my signal. Trava’in is having an emotional breakdown.”


Amathal hearing the call picked up her pendant and returned the though as she grabbed her emergency field kit and an extra strong calming draught. “I come, My Lord think clearly of your location so I can target your position.”


Staring at the wall and the table bear where he was sitting on the ground he sent the picture through the mental link of the communicator.


Getting a picture down the communication link was slightly surprising but it gave her greater control as she slashed her hand down and entered the rift.


“I am on my way.” Saero sent as he to started the journey that would take him an extra step once he arrived under the wards.


“I shall meet you at the healer’s hall after bringing Trava’in’s mate.” Koeh’avara sent as he quickly sent out messages to warn others that he was on the way.


Still holding the pendant Amathal’s shock was sent to Saero along with her words when she arrived in the hidden valley farm. “Merciful Valar, how is this possible.”


Releasing the pendant and breaking her gaze away from the mythical plants she quickly made her way to her Lord’s side.


“Hold him tightly my lord while I get this calming draught down his throat.” Amathal politely told her Lord.


Unscrewing the cap on the vial, which broke its seal, these screw caps were some of the most inventive creations she thought, she tipped the long vial into Trava’in’s mouth as she gently massaged his throat as she made him swallow the draught.


About that time Saero stepped out of a rift and seeing things well in hand he looked around and almost lost control himself.


Untangling himself form the slightly sleep induced Lord Harry stood up and walked over to Saero and punched him hard in the arm.


Jumping and bringing up his hands for combat Saero yelled out. “MYL OS EI SHOR.”


Glaring at the calm Lord standing there Saero said through clenched teeth. “Mytimah you better have a very good reason for hitting me.”


“One person catatonic at a time, I can’t afford to have you both drugged out of your mind when I need answers.” Harry told him sternly.


Slowly nodding his head Saero asked in a calmer voice. “What do you need to know?”


“This potion Trava’in mentioned as he lost control, do you know what it is and how to brew it?” Harry asked.


“Yes, I learned it a long time ago in history of potion brewing when I was young, we never could brew it as we lost the plants long before I was born, but we were taught it in the hopes that one day someone would come up with another way.”


Nodding his head Harry told him. “Good start collecting what you need and get to brewing.”


Shaking Saero muttered. “I don’t have my equipment with me I will have to go back and get it.”


“Hold on I think I can get you mine.” Harry told him as she raised his hand up and pooled his magic around it.


Hand glowing brightly he called out. “Floxy I need you and a collection kit quick as you can…Toby I need you to collect the tome ‘Mind healing Potions’ by Kratoch and bring it to the healing halls potion lab.”


Harry’s words seemed to echo around as his fist pulsed with each echo until his fist stopped glowing and a pop could be heard as a house elf wearing a black dragon hide apron with goggles popped in holding a small satchel.


“Thank you for coming so quickly Floxy, help Saero collect the ingredients he needs and help him brew the potion needed while I help the others to the healing hall.” Harry instructed to the little house elf with a smile.


“Floxy can do that Sir Emerald Eyes.” Floxy said proudly before turning to Saero.


Walking over to where Amathal was working on Trava’in, Harry asked. “Can he be moved?”


“Yes my Lord the sooner we get him in a bed in the healer’s hall the better I will feel about it.” Amathal answered as she collected up the items she had pulled from her kit and closed the satchel.


Pulling a case off his belt and kneeling down next to the two, Harry turned the top before twisting it to the right activating it.


Waiting until it was glowing Harry Told Amathal. “Grab your satchel and hold on.”


The three of them faded out in a swirl of colored lights as the recall key activated.


Fading into existence in the center of the floor of the healing hall on top of the runic writing on the floor Harry deactivated the key by twisting it back into its original shape.


Helping Amathal to get Trava’in to one of the beds he stepped back to allow her to work.


Hearing the sounds of running feet coming from the barn where the emergency array is located Harry moved to greet the newcomers.


“How is he Lord Na Arkenea’ghymn?” Koeh’avara asked as soon as he entered the main section of the healing hall that held the beds.


Hearing the question Lady Ar’Nes moved closer so she could better hear the answer.


“He’s resting right now after a strong calming draught, other than that I think he is going to be fine after he wakes up. Though Amathal can tell you more as she is the one that gave him the potions and scanned him.” Harry told them.


Sensing the question that was about to be asked Harry explained what happened. “He was fine until he caught sight of one of the hidden farms, the one were I grow certain magical plants that need to be bathed in mist off and on daily.”


Shaking his head Harry tried to understand what happened, yet did not want Trava’in’s mate to go hysterical also. “Before I tell you what he said and what I was told I need you to take strict control over yourself Lady of the hidden Forest Lands.”


Harry watched her carefully as she drew herself up to her full height and became stiff as she prepared to hear the worst. Nodding her head that she was ready he told her. “It has been pointed out to me that the healing potion needed to cure your son from his head injuries needed several ingredients that have long been gone from this world.”


“Seeing her stiffen further than relax Harry continued. “I have these ingredients growing in one of my farms and Trava’in lost control when he realized what they were and that your son could now be healed.”


Koeh’avara steadied her as she went weak legged for a moment and tears started to make their way down her cheeks.


“Saero is collecting the ingredients right now and should start on the potion shortly, if I might suggest that you prepare your son to be brought here so that he can be administered the potion as soon as it is finished.” Harry suggested softly to the crying mother, not the High lady she had to appear to be.


Harry looked around rapidly as he felt a disturbance in the wards but could not identify it, not getting any alarms from the wards he made a note to deal with this problem first then track down the disturbance.


“I am forever in your debt Lord Na Arkenea’ghymn.” Ar’Nes whispered as she hugged herself and tried to open a rift to leave as quickly as possible.


Frowning when nothing happened she started to ask what was wrong when Keoh’avara told her. “You have to be in one of the array’s to enter or leave the fourth kingdom; the wards won’t let you otherwise.”


Nodding her head and hugging Harry quickly as she blushed Lady Ar’Nes ran back the way she had come so she could get her son ready to travel.


“You have one surprise after another, and I thank you for the foresight you had to bring as much as you did when you made the crossing.” Koeh’avara told him as he clasped Harry’s shoulder.


“As do I, Mytimah I am going to have sit down with our historians and have them document everything we have lost to see if you have the answer hidden away some where around here.” Saero said as he strode into the room.


Chuckling Harry told him. “It might save Amathal a lot of work if we did that, but then I would not have an excuse to bat you around.”


Snorting Saero shot back. “Normally I would threaten you with a sparing match and through you around the pitch, but in your case the only one that would be thrown around I fear would be me.”


Laughing Harry smirked one of his evil smirks and simply said while motioning for him to follow him. “The potion lab is over here.”


Opening the door Harry noticed several tomes floating off to the side as Toby glanced through them trying to find the correct recipe.


Smiling Harry told him. “Thank you Toby for your quick work, were you able to find what we are looking for?”


Nodding his head Toby said finger on the tome as he read off the ingredients. “Toby is finding several potions for mind healing using the ingredients from the mist farm, the best is the old one that re-grows brain, but Floxy will be needing to go to desert farm and harvest three salt flower pods ready to burst. Floxy is needing to use the flame cutting collection way.”


“Floxy will do so.” Floxy told him as he grabbed another satchel and popped away to collect the ingredient needed.


Waving his hand which closed the other tomes and stacked them over out of the way as if floating on an invisible table Toby turned the tome he was reading from around so Harry could see the instructions.


“Yes…Yes this sounds like it will do what is needed.” Harry muttered under his breath as he read what the potion was designed to repair.


Looking over his shoulder Saero whistled in awe. ‘By the Valar this is even better then the potion I was intending to brew, it will heal the damage Ithlam suffered from the fall, and if I am not mistaken, instead of rerouting the pathways it will actually re-grow them.”


Setting his harvest down on the table Saero picked up Toby in a huge hug telling him. ‘Toby you are a life savior thank you.”


“EEEP.” Toby squeaked out before smiling a huge smile and returning the hug as he was set back down on his feet.


Laughing at Saero’s antics Harry positioned the tome behind one of the specially designed reading cases that would protect the tome as they brewed.


“Lets get started then.” Harry called out as he started to gather the ingredients from the racks.


Setting the containers down on the side table while Saero chose a cauldron to brew in Harry felt another disturbance in the wards this time a little more urgent before they settled back down.


Stopping and letting his senses flow towards the wards Harry did not sense any danger, and the wards still did not report what had disturbed them.


Seeing that Saero had everything well under control and knowing that Floxy would be back soon Harry told him he was going back out into the healing hall to wait for Lady Ar’Nes to return.


Walking into the main section of the ward Harry once again briefly felt like he had lost control when he noticed that Amathal had already prepared a bed near Trava’in for his son.


Hearing footsteps rapidly coming towards the healing wing from the array Harry had to snort in amusement when a voice called out angrily from farther away demanding an explanation on why they scooped up Ithlam like they did and just where did they think they were taking him.


“Oh Amathal are you behind this idiocy then?” The angry healer bellowed as she stalked into the hall.


“Kindly keep your voice down, Trava’in is resting finally.” Amathal hissed back.


Healers, Harry though they are the same no matter the race or the dimension right before the wards set off the alarm as they finally determined what had been disturbing them.


Shocked at the sudden red light that encompassed everything in the hall Harry strode to the glowing gem near the entrance and placed his hand on it ignoring all the questions around him.


Growling in anger Harry spat out. “How did he find this place?” Before shouting out. “HOW DARE HE SET FOOT IN MY LANDS?”


Rage rolling off of him in waves that could be felt like a physical blow Harry traced the runes on his belt fully transforming into his combat suit.


“Malesia jhylyrn tydi {Sanctuary lockdown mode.}” Harry hissed out as he stalked towards the main corridor before being engulfed in a glowing nimbus of magic.


“Transport all my people out of the room.” Harry ordered as he rounded the corner.


“Activate destruction sequence, target the dark mark.” Harry fumed at the though of his home being violated.


In the reading room where Voldemort had lost his temper as he bounced off the wards once again that kept him out of the main section of the library.


Hissing profanities in Parseltounge as he picked himself off the floor once more he was really angered when the walls melted down and the light in the room turned red and the exits disappeared.


Trying to Apparate out of the room he continued to curse when that too failed along with his port key.


Sudden screaming from behind him from McNally as he fell to the floor clutching his mark told him that something was happening that he knew nothing about.


“What magic is this?” Voldemort screamed in frustration.


Stopping and gazing up and to the right as if he was looking at something Koeh’avara caught up to the enraged Blood Elf at the same time as Captain Aerma with his troops did.


Holding his hand up when the wards told him they sensed four objects tied to the enemy by energy traces that was trapped in the room near the library Harry started to chant.


Having to avoid looking at Mytimah directly because he was too bright to look at Aerma felt the terrible power pressing down on him as magic literally poured into his Lord and was amplified.


Harry ended the chant and switching to English to finish as four objects appeared in a glowing bubble in front of him.


I summon thee

I summon the threads of eternity

I summon the pieces of soul split by evil

I summon the darkness of deeds trapped

To me to be set free


Harry concentrating on the four objects in the glowing bubble in front of him pointed his staff at them and placed both hands on his staff as he softly said the words to destroy Riddles soul fragments.


A blazing bolt of magic poured out and hit the four objects causing them to heat up and to the shock of all present they let out a hideous scream as they melted into a puddle that slowly evaporated as black shadows tried to escape the bubble before they too were destroyed.


Grinning in satisfaction Harry waved his hand in a circle in front of him causing the wall to flow open in time to hear Tom Riddle scream in agony.


Stalking his pray Harry walked though the new door into the reading room and glared at the heaving form on the floor.


“So Riddle you would dare to invade my home and lands.” Harry hissed out in anger.


“Foolish, how does it feel to only have one fifth of your soul left, now that the others are destroyed.” Harry spat out as he circled his prey building energy to finish him once and for all.


“You should have stayed far away from me and mine Human, you would have lived longer.” Harry stopped in front of the panting dark lord as he raised his head to glare at him.


“Thomas Marvelo Riddle known as the Dark Lord Voldemort I herby sentence you to death by soul shredding, to be forever lost for all time.” Harry passed verdict as he once again said the words that killed the dark lord in his world.


“No…No…Please mercy.” Voldemort cried out in fear, as he sobbed out. ‘Who are you?’


Harry gazed at the fear stricken man as he raised his arms and directed the magic that was swirling around him to lift he man in preparations of dissolution. “I am retribution…I am justice come to life…I am the protector of those who are innocent.”


Moving forward so Voldemort could clearly see his glowing emerald eyes through the eye opening of his helm Harry proudly proclaimed as his magic started to dissolve the fiend trapped in the bubble of magic in front of him. “I am the Lord Na Arkenea’ghymn, High Mage of the Blood Elf’s.”


Pulsing in the colors of the rainbow now Harry told him as he ignored Voldemort’s screams. “Die.”


Tendrils of magic sprang up around Harry as they caressed him before shooting forward to touch Voldemort. Everyplace they touched dissolved and Voldemort screamed in agony.


All to soon for Harry’s liking it was over and he collapsed to his knees and muttered out. “Ael Jhylyrn vaeres sai malia {End Lockdown return to standby}” before falling face forward and catching himself with his hands.


“Mytimah.” Keoh’avara screamed out as the lights returned to normal and the doors, walls and windows returned.


Aerma screamed out and reached out to help steady his lord. “My Lord.”


His hand inching its way to his belt Harry traced the rune set on the side to return his combat suit to the belt.


“Come young Lord we need to get you to the healing hall.” Koeh’avara told him gently as he helped Aerma get him to his feet.


“It is finished.” Harry said to no one in particular as he flashed in and out of memories of that day.


Struggling to stay aware Harry noticed they were moving whispered out. “My rooms…Need to get to my rooms.”


“Mytimah you need the healers, and the hall is the best place for that.” Koeh’avara told him gently.


Shaking his head no he got out an order. ”Aerma…Order you, my rooms…special bed behind red mirror…Hurry.”


Scooping his lord up in his arms Aerma raced back the way they came and down a side corridor. “At once my Lord.”


Frustrated Koeh’avara followed as he clasped his communications pendant and called for a healer to meet them in Mytimah’s rooms.


Several of the guards had raced around their captain as he carried their lord and had the doors open that led to the secret room holding the bed their Lord told them was there.


Gently placing his Lord on the bed Aerma gently let his head down on the pillow and jumped back when a golden light sprang up from the bed and bathed his Lord in its light.


“Activation sequence complete…Diagnostic scan core breach in progress…” A musical voice came from the bed.


“Valar protect him.” Amathal cried out in fear as she heard the voice.


A gold liquid started to bubble up from underneath Harry’s still form as pure magic, drawn from the deep reservoirs under the complex, started to fill the energy barrier that rose around him.

“Core restructure commencing…Infusion activated.” The voice said as the glowing liquid covered Harry’s head.


“What is going on? What is that liquid that Mytimah is submerged in?” Koeh’avara asked rapidly in agitation.


He was not expecting an answer so he was shocked when he heard one from the strange musical voice. “Pure Magic infusion is repairing his core and body.”


Clearing her throat Amathal asked the only question she could not having the slightest idea about what the musical voice was talking about. “How long until he wakes?”


“Core infusion and repair will take sixteen hours, he shall wake soon after.” The musical voice had reached the end of its programming and fell silent as it monitored the repairs.


“I want guards in full battle gear in every corner of this room and in the outer rooms. Trade off with replacements every hour until our Lord wakes.” Aerma ordered.


Satisfied when his guards took up positions until they could be replaced by guards fully armed and in battle gear, Aerma settled in for a long wait.


“Let me know if anything happens I am going to track down Saero, maybe he can shed some light on what is happening.” Koeh’avara told Amathal.


Lost in his thoughts he entered the potion lab to find that they had not heard the alarms or knew what had happened. After telling Saero what had happened he hoped he would get some answers.


“So this worlds Voldemort accomplished something the one from his world never was able to do, he found a way into Sanctuary.” Saero mused slowly as he gathered his thoughts.


“Since you witnessed the battle I do not think Mytimah would be too upset if I shared this much with you.” Saero told him as a way of staring his explanation.


“In his old world his enemy had gained far more power then he did in ours, his name was Voldemort, the same as the one that was just destroyed.” Saero told him as he added the next ingredient that Floxy had prepared for him and pooled his magic and fed it into the mixture for the proscribed time.


“I think Mytimah had a slight flashback and used the same technique he did when he destroyed the other Voldemort, and I think the rage he felt accompanied with the flash back allowed him to pull magic directly into his core at a rate that it overloaded the channels and punched new ones, thus causing the breaches.” Saero finished pouring magic into the potion checked to make sure that he had half an hour before the next step as the potion barely simmered.


Turning around and walking towards his counterpart in the mountain lands Saero sighed as he ran his hand through his hair. “Mytimah allowed me to read the journals he wrote during the war, one of the passages dealt with what could happen if his core was breached.”


Pulling up a stool and sitting down Saero told him. “Ingenious really the way he came up with a novel approach to repair damage that would normally kill any magical being. He built a special chamber and programmed a series of crystals with commands that would infuse his body with pure magic giving his core time to heal the breaches and alter them to become new channels.”


“This was all theory mind you as he never had to use it, as in the end he was able to destroy Voldemort without resorting to calling up magic faster than his channels could carry it. I think he did not take in account that after the change he could access more magic then he could before the change and called too much too quickly.” Saero told him.


“How powerful is he?” Koeh’avara almost did not want to know.


Snorting Saero told him. “That young elf is the most powerful being on this world, but at the same time he yearns to be nobody special and has one of the strictest moral codes I have ever heard of before. His saving people thing he calls it.”


“Now that he has opened his heart to us, we are his people and he will give anything to make sure nothing happens to us, including giving up his life.” Saero stood up to check on Floxy and the potion once more.


“There is only one other he considers an enemy still in this world, mainly for all the pain and hardship he was put through due to this wizards vision of the greater good.” Saero warned him.


“We need to hold council and decide whether it might be wiser to remove this wizard’s magic now before Mytimah runs into him again. I have seen what this wizard’s twisted vision leads too.” Saero shuddered as he whispered in pain. “Total annihilation of every living thing.”


Standing up now that he had something he could do Koeh’avara asked. “How much longer on the potion before it’s finished?”


“Another hour, it is both simple and the most complex potion I have ever seen. I think that is because of the amount of magic that needs to be infused during its brewing.” Saero told Koeh’avara’s retreating back.



Stopping at the door Koeh’avara looked over his shoulder. “Trava’in should be awake by now and I will fill him in on what has happened. As far as calling the council, even I know that Mytimah would abstain from voting as he would feel he was too involved. My vote is for capture and stripping that wizard’s magic for the good of us all, how do you vote?”


“I agree, and for more reasons then you will ever know.” Saero started his answer softly, but ended it harshly.


“So be it, I will inform Trava’in.” Koeh’avara left the lab.


Walking into the main hall he noticed that Trava’in was up and around and sitting on the edge of his son’s bed along with his life mate.


“Trava’in I hate to interrupt at a time like this, but a council of Kingdoms has been called. A matter has come up that you should be informed of and seeing that the potion still has another hour before it is ready I would ask you listen to what has happened while you recovered.” Koeh’avara said formally as he moved a chair to the end of the bed so Trava’in did not have to move from his son’s side.


Over the next forty-five minutes he explained everything that had happened and that he had learned before asking. “Two votes have already been cast…How vote yea?”


Trava’in who had been silent through the tale until the end and his questions answered to his satisfaction felt sick as he looked towards his wife and mother of his children as he weighed the options in his mind.


Ar’Nes who had sat silent through the horrific tale looked at her husband and told him. “We made a mistake all those years ago when we left this world to travel to others without leaving the means to ensure those given the gift used it wisely. Even after we started to come home we ignored those we gave the gift of magic too unless they interfered directly with our lives. We made a mistake doing this, it is past time we took an active roll in the raising of those we gave the gift too, so they may learn to use it wisely.”


Staring at his wife Trava’in finally nodded his head and spoke the words that would forever damn Albus Dumbledore. “The majority of the council has reached agreement, three votes in favor of capture of Albus Dumbledore and the removal of the gift. He shall suffer the death of Magic.”


“So Mote It Be.” Saero chimed in as he walked in the room with the potion sending up streams of magic.


Ar’Nes help me by sitting your son up so we can get this potion in him.” Saero prompted as he sat down on the edge of the bed near the head.