Fire & Ice: Seeds
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Harry Potter › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
992
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Recommended:
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Currently Reading:
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Fire & Ice: Seeds
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The unforgiving nature of the heaven’s golden orb scorched the barren earth below. What little shade was left entrenched on the white earth gasped and panted heavily underneath the wrath of the midday sun. The sun’s scorching rays gave no repress to both the sparse numbers of flora and fauna grudgingly dwelling in the inferno realm. Bleached white bones were slowly dug from the unplotted graveyard.
Hollow sockets stared at the unwavering, near distant horizon, a silent business card discarded years past by the dark angel. The flesh less skull of the fallen gaped open as the grains of blistering sand piled inside once more. Tattered cloth peeked out from the sand filling the inside of the slain as it waved in the summer breeze. A dark shadow drifted across the exposed rib cage of the deceased before disappearing just as suddenly as it had first appeared. As the breeze picked up momentum, the alabaster sand was skirted across the rolling terrain and began to bury its treasure once more.
The shadowy outline of the carnivorous bird glided across the cooking landscape. The ariel predator was soundless as it soared above the earth, lazily circling before moving on. The bleak dunes, far below, stretched to the horizon as the bird flew against the blinding sun. The summer breeze ruffled through the morbidly majestic bird’s feathers as its shadow passed over the oblivious train of bodies below.
A low trail of dust followed in the train’s wake, dusting the hems of the elegant material of the weary pilgrims. The tails of the finely groomed steeds lazily swept back and forth as they trudged down the desolate desert trail. The warm breeze teased their combed manes as their heads slumped foward with each step. Silence stretched heavily between the steeds’ riders as the journey’s end loomed ahead and just out of their grasp. The riders’ armor clinked against each other with each shifting of the mounts’ weights.
Beads of sweat dribbled down their foreheads and drenched their tunics as they carried the litter. Tanned muscles remained taunt under the weight of their burdens, and blisters rose and busted on their sandaled feet as the four bearers marched sullenly onward. The rough leather of the sandals rubbed the flesh of their feet raw with each forced step they took. The summer breeze brushed past the bearers and leisurely played with the white linen veils curtaining the interior of the litter. The veils fluttered under the breeze’s tutelage and allowed the litter’s occupant brief glimpses of the baking world outside the material.
“Like sheep they march,” he remarked calmly as he watched the train of bodies creeping slowly into the horizon.
“Why must you always be a pessimist?” His companion asked with a shake of his head.
Arching an eyebrow, he tilted his head to look at his companion. “Why must a spider weave her web to catch the fly? Because it is her nature, Gordic.”
Not wishing for ght,ght, “we should get going.” Gordic sighed slightly, “the others are expecting us before night fall and we still have a long ways to go yet.” As he spoke, Gordic nudged his horse slightly with his knee. The chestnut stallion snorted in response as it started forward with a gentle jerk.
Snorting, “are we or are we not wizards?”
Reining his horse to a stop, “since when have you ever cared about Muggles?” Suspicion clouded his blue eyes as they narrowed at his companion. “I’m surprised that our roles have been reversed and you’re not the one trying to drag me away. After a fortnight of travel, I would assume that you would be more then eager to find the nearest pub.” Gordic looked questioningly at the raven haired wizard. “In fact, I’m astounded that given our collected history, neither offounfound the need to summon a mediwitch.”
“People and time are the same, in the sense that they both must change with the times.” The wizard shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly as he watched the activity on the desert floor. Gesturing to the living train below their perch on the top of the dune, “we all have our place after all.”
A sinking feeling of dread squeezed his heart as Gordic followed the wizard’s dismissive gestures. As his eyes fell on the scene playing out on the desert floor, Gordic gasped. He felt a hand restraining the movement of his mount as he kneed the nervous chestnut horse forward. Annoyed, the wizard followed the length of the arm from the clasped hand on the bridle until he was looking into the pensive face of his companion. “Are you out of your mind? They’ll all be slaughtered if you don’t help them.!” Gordic growled as he urged his steed forward, trying to break the out of the wizard’s grasp.
“So? They’re only Muggles for Merlin’s sake!” The raven haired wizard grumbled without diverting his attention from the events unfolding before him. “Besides, wizards don’t kill wizards, especially over a few Muggles.”
“Wizards?! You know who they are,” Gordic accused as he stared at the raven haired wizard. “You son of a bitch, you set them up!”
Calmly, as though he were discussing nothing but the weather, “my aren’t we the clever one. The world needs order and order can only be achieved through chaos. When other like-minded wizards and myself have completed the extermination of these vermin, a new order will be brought.” Taking Gordics’ arm, the wizard stared into the blue eyes. “Think of it, Gordic. A world were we don’t have to hide or be ashamed of ourselves, of what we are.orldorld of magic, open and loving.”
“Mass murder,” Gordic whispered as he watched the raiders below attacking the pilgrim’s train. From their perch on the dune’s side, the wizards listened to the screams of the horses as their riders were cut from their backs and the thunderous clash of swords.
“We will rid this world of Muggles by the time our work is finished, no matter how long it will take us.” The raven haired wizard leaned back in his saddle casually as they watched as bloodied bodies fell unceremoniously to the burning desert floor.
“Genocide,” Gordic whispered as he realized the true extent of the wizard’s implications.
“I see that you are finally beginning to understand, Gordic.”
“Rowena’s right, you are mad. I think that you should leave the school and never come back. Our world cannot risk having a madman teach our children, filling their hands with these evils.”Gordic said shaking his head nervously, “I think that it would be for the best.”
“A pity, I had high hopes for you. Never less, I’m sure that we will be able to succeed with out your support.”
“You’re a cold son of a bitch, Slytherin.”
“That I am, Gryffindor. That I am.” He turned his horse from the dying cries before him, “I’ll see you back at Hogwarts. I have an old friend to look up before we all met up again.”
Gordic Gryffindor watched as the shadowy outline of the wizard rode silently away to the north. Glancing back at the bleeding corpses scattered across the sand, “Merlin help us all.”
FINI
The unforgiving nature of the heaven’s golden orb scorched the barren earth below. What little shade was left entrenched on the white earth gasped and panted heavily underneath the wrath of the midday sun. The sun’s scorching rays gave no repress to both the sparse numbers of flora and fauna grudgingly dwelling in the inferno realm. Bleached white bones were slowly dug from the unplotted graveyard.
Hollow sockets stared at the unwavering, near distant horizon, a silent business card discarded years past by the dark angel. The flesh less skull of the fallen gaped open as the grains of blistering sand piled inside once more. Tattered cloth peeked out from the sand filling the inside of the slain as it waved in the summer breeze. A dark shadow drifted across the exposed rib cage of the deceased before disappearing just as suddenly as it had first appeared. As the breeze picked up momentum, the alabaster sand was skirted across the rolling terrain and began to bury its treasure once more.
The shadowy outline of the carnivorous bird glided across the cooking landscape. The ariel predator was soundless as it soared above the earth, lazily circling before moving on. The bleak dunes, far below, stretched to the horizon as the bird flew against the blinding sun. The summer breeze ruffled through the morbidly majestic bird’s feathers as its shadow passed over the oblivious train of bodies below.
A low trail of dust followed in the train’s wake, dusting the hems of the elegant material of the weary pilgrims. The tails of the finely groomed steeds lazily swept back and forth as they trudged down the desolate desert trail. The warm breeze teased their combed manes as their heads slumped foward with each step. Silence stretched heavily between the steeds’ riders as the journey’s end loomed ahead and just out of their grasp. The riders’ armor clinked against each other with each shifting of the mounts’ weights.
Beads of sweat dribbled down their foreheads and drenched their tunics as they carried the litter. Tanned muscles remained taunt under the weight of their burdens, and blisters rose and busted on their sandaled feet as the four bearers marched sullenly onward. The rough leather of the sandals rubbed the flesh of their feet raw with each forced step they took. The summer breeze brushed past the bearers and leisurely played with the white linen veils curtaining the interior of the litter. The veils fluttered under the breeze’s tutelage and allowed the litter’s occupant brief glimpses of the baking world outside the material.
“Like sheep they march,” he remarked calmly as he watched the train of bodies creeping slowly into the horizon.
“Why must you always be a pessimist?” His companion asked with a shake of his head.
Arching an eyebrow, he tilted his head to look at his companion. “Why must a spider weave her web to catch the fly? Because it is her nature, Gordic.”
Not wishing for ght,ght, “we should get going.” Gordic sighed slightly, “the others are expecting us before night fall and we still have a long ways to go yet.” As he spoke, Gordic nudged his horse slightly with his knee. The chestnut stallion snorted in response as it started forward with a gentle jerk.
Snorting, “are we or are we not wizards?”
Reining his horse to a stop, “since when have you ever cared about Muggles?” Suspicion clouded his blue eyes as they narrowed at his companion. “I’m surprised that our roles have been reversed and you’re not the one trying to drag me away. After a fortnight of travel, I would assume that you would be more then eager to find the nearest pub.” Gordic looked questioningly at the raven haired wizard. “In fact, I’m astounded that given our collected history, neither offounfound the need to summon a mediwitch.”
“People and time are the same, in the sense that they both must change with the times.” The wizard shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly as he watched the activity on the desert floor. Gesturing to the living train below their perch on the top of the dune, “we all have our place after all.”
A sinking feeling of dread squeezed his heart as Gordic followed the wizard’s dismissive gestures. As his eyes fell on the scene playing out on the desert floor, Gordic gasped. He felt a hand restraining the movement of his mount as he kneed the nervous chestnut horse forward. Annoyed, the wizard followed the length of the arm from the clasped hand on the bridle until he was looking into the pensive face of his companion. “Are you out of your mind? They’ll all be slaughtered if you don’t help them.!” Gordic growled as he urged his steed forward, trying to break the out of the wizard’s grasp.
“So? They’re only Muggles for Merlin’s sake!” The raven haired wizard grumbled without diverting his attention from the events unfolding before him. “Besides, wizards don’t kill wizards, especially over a few Muggles.”
“Wizards?! You know who they are,” Gordic accused as he stared at the raven haired wizard. “You son of a bitch, you set them up!”
Calmly, as though he were discussing nothing but the weather, “my aren’t we the clever one. The world needs order and order can only be achieved through chaos. When other like-minded wizards and myself have completed the extermination of these vermin, a new order will be brought.” Taking Gordics’ arm, the wizard stared into the blue eyes. “Think of it, Gordic. A world were we don’t have to hide or be ashamed of ourselves, of what we are.orldorld of magic, open and loving.”
“Mass murder,” Gordic whispered as he watched the raiders below attacking the pilgrim’s train. From their perch on the dune’s side, the wizards listened to the screams of the horses as their riders were cut from their backs and the thunderous clash of swords.
“We will rid this world of Muggles by the time our work is finished, no matter how long it will take us.” The raven haired wizard leaned back in his saddle casually as they watched as bloodied bodies fell unceremoniously to the burning desert floor.
“Genocide,” Gordic whispered as he realized the true extent of the wizard’s implications.
“I see that you are finally beginning to understand, Gordic.”
“Rowena’s right, you are mad. I think that you should leave the school and never come back. Our world cannot risk having a madman teach our children, filling their hands with these evils.”Gordic said shaking his head nervously, “I think that it would be for the best.”
“A pity, I had high hopes for you. Never less, I’m sure that we will be able to succeed with out your support.”
“You’re a cold son of a bitch, Slytherin.”
“That I am, Gryffindor. That I am.” He turned his horse from the dying cries before him, “I’ll see you back at Hogwarts. I have an old friend to look up before we all met up again.”
Gordic Gryffindor watched as the shadowy outline of the wizard rode silently away to the north. Glancing back at the bleeding corpses scattered across the sand, “Merlin help us all.”
FINI