The Prophet
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Category:
Harry Potter › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
819
Reviews:
0
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
The Prophet
I used to believe in God until His words condemned me. I believed in Him so strongly that I dreamt of the day when I could enter his divine service.
One bright Sunday in July, the priest gave a sermon on the unholiness of the Wiccan movement that was sweeping the youth of England.
"'Thou shalt not suffer a witch to live'," he read from that most sacred of texts.
Had I understood then what I do now, I would have cackled at the irony and screamed out at the hypocrisy.
Of course, had I known then what my life would become in only two short weeks, I would have prayed for my uncle to heed the Bible for the first time in his life.
Just two short weeks after that sermon, I was sitting in a crumbling old hut celebrating my eleventh birthday. That was the day, I later realized, that marked the beginning of my personal hell.
Ten years later, I watch as my once friends forget that I ever existed, as the man I love weds another never knowing how I felt. I have not even the companionship of mine enemies for they too have moved on.
I am condemned to watch in silence as the world I gave my life for, condenses my life and accomplishments into six paltry sentences in the back of a text book that only the most dedicated scholar will ever read.
They locked me away in this tower when my job was finished. Tomorrow I will be burned at the stake for treason. The day after, the panic will begin to spread when my Will is read.
The fools were too trusting. They signed it all away, money and magic, for a little boy to attempt to kill the greatest evil the world has ever known. When the goblins read my Last Will and Teastament before the various heads of state, they will finally understand the cost of placing the world on the shoulders of a child.
They will have killed me in cold blood for doing as they asked of me and I shall have my boon. They said 'at whatever cost to rid ourselves of this darkness'. I choose all the money and magic this world can give.
The Mother of my line, Morgaine, was correct when she said 'Nations will bow before my blood so wrongly spilt. The masses will weep in fear and desolation. In its fickleness, this world of magic will destroy the innocent and cast aside its Savior who as been reborn many times when the Dark threaten our very existence.'
I have lived now 200 lifetimes. My part in this tragedy is complete.
How does this relate to the sermon I heard all those years ago on that bright Sunday in July?
My death shall take with it all the magic this Earth has. There will be nothing left of the abomination that is this hidden world.
I guess you could say, I am doing God's work.
Perhaps I have not lost my belief after all…
**Written from a prompt sent to me by a friend. The challnge was this:
1. First line must include "I used to believe in"
2. Can be no more than 515 words (not including A/N)
3. May only use one actual name but cannot be the main character's
4. Must use the word of the day "abomination" (inside joke)
5. Must be complete (one-shot's only)
6. You only have an hour to write it.
I encourage you to give it a try and see what you can come up with.
One bright Sunday in July, the priest gave a sermon on the unholiness of the Wiccan movement that was sweeping the youth of England.
"'Thou shalt not suffer a witch to live'," he read from that most sacred of texts.
Had I understood then what I do now, I would have cackled at the irony and screamed out at the hypocrisy.
Of course, had I known then what my life would become in only two short weeks, I would have prayed for my uncle to heed the Bible for the first time in his life.
Just two short weeks after that sermon, I was sitting in a crumbling old hut celebrating my eleventh birthday. That was the day, I later realized, that marked the beginning of my personal hell.
Ten years later, I watch as my once friends forget that I ever existed, as the man I love weds another never knowing how I felt. I have not even the companionship of mine enemies for they too have moved on.
I am condemned to watch in silence as the world I gave my life for, condenses my life and accomplishments into six paltry sentences in the back of a text book that only the most dedicated scholar will ever read.
They locked me away in this tower when my job was finished. Tomorrow I will be burned at the stake for treason. The day after, the panic will begin to spread when my Will is read.
The fools were too trusting. They signed it all away, money and magic, for a little boy to attempt to kill the greatest evil the world has ever known. When the goblins read my Last Will and Teastament before the various heads of state, they will finally understand the cost of placing the world on the shoulders of a child.
They will have killed me in cold blood for doing as they asked of me and I shall have my boon. They said 'at whatever cost to rid ourselves of this darkness'. I choose all the money and magic this world can give.
The Mother of my line, Morgaine, was correct when she said 'Nations will bow before my blood so wrongly spilt. The masses will weep in fear and desolation. In its fickleness, this world of magic will destroy the innocent and cast aside its Savior who as been reborn many times when the Dark threaten our very existence.'
I have lived now 200 lifetimes. My part in this tragedy is complete.
How does this relate to the sermon I heard all those years ago on that bright Sunday in July?
My death shall take with it all the magic this Earth has. There will be nothing left of the abomination that is this hidden world.
I guess you could say, I am doing God's work.
Perhaps I have not lost my belief after all…
**Written from a prompt sent to me by a friend. The challnge was this:
1. First line must include "I used to believe in"
2. Can be no more than 515 words (not including A/N)
3. May only use one actual name but cannot be the main character's
4. Must use the word of the day "abomination" (inside joke)
5. Must be complete (one-shot's only)
6. You only have an hour to write it.
I encourage you to give it a try and see what you can come up with.