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Harry walked along the aisle of the massive amount of bookshelf that had lined up the Library of Knowledge. His hand moved along the spines of the thick ancient looking tomes. Reading the title one by one, Harry silently muttered the titles to himself.
Swordplay-A guide to true mastery
"No."
Of Weapons and Armory-The Guide
"No."
DIY of enchanting of your own Weapons
"Nope!"
A complete guide of Swords and Usage
"Nope!"
Weaponries-from Ancient to present
"No!"
A Guide to true mastery over Spear
"This is ridiculous!"
A Self-Guide to Know Your Weapon
"Nope! Bloody Hell! Where is that book Max told me to find?"
The titles went on and on. Harry kept cursing as he tried his best to locate the very book of his choice. Just when Harry was about to give up, he saw it. Of all places, it was at the end of the shelve.
Myths or Reality-A Complete Guide to Legendary Weapons and Armors-Part 1 Weapons
Harry pulled out the golden book and walked to the table nearest to him and flipped open the book. Harry went straight to the index and looked up and on the sword, Chaos Breaker. Chapter one, unit three, page 30. Shakily, Harry flipped to the page and looked at the large picture of a sword. The blade's design was like those of the Sword of Light and the Sword of Darkness. Emerald green in colour, the blade matches Harry's eyes perfectly. The handle and the hilt of the sword was unlike any weapons that he had seen. Not even in the Armory of the Castle of Light. The handle and the hilt looked like two eagle-spread phoenix. The blade was positioned at the mouth of the phoenix and the handle is the tail of the phoenixes.
One phoenix had its wing pointing downward while the other wing pointed upwards, forming an 'X'. In the middle of the 'X' was a beautiful brilliant full cut Sapphire and an oval cut blood red ruby placed at the handle of the handle. It was a truly magnificent weapon, crafted by the hands of the Ancients. Harry looked down at started to read the caption below.
The Chaos Breaker
The History
This sword, along with the Sword of Light and the Sword of Darkness, was crafted during the Great War in the ancient times. In that war, the Ancients managed to seal of one the manifestation of Darkness, the immortal Dark Dragon. Angered and dissatisfied by his defeat, the Dark Dragon vowed to return one thousand years later. Ten centuries passed peacefully. Then chaos and darkness returned upon the land of Runesland. A young hero by the name of Max was armed with the quest to go all over the lands of Runesland to retrieve this weapon and made a name for himself as the savoir of Runesfrast.
The surname of Max was unknown even to himself for he was an orphan since young. The young hero managed to retrieve the Sword of Light (For more information on the Sword of Light, refer to chapter 1,unit 19 page 198.) and the Sword of Darkness (For more information on the Sword of Darkness, refer to chapter 1,unit 19 page 200.). This two sword was very vital to the recovery of the Chaos Breaker. Young Max finally found the Alter of the Sword despite of the many difficulties by created by Lord Darksol. With the Sword of Light and the Sword of Darkness, Max managed to recover the Chaos Breaker. With the help of the Shining Force, Max managed to once again seal off the Dark Dragon, thus ending the War. However, a price comes with everything that is good. The Hero, Max, had to offer himself as a blood sacrifice to complete the Sealing. He disappeared after the Ancient City sunk back into the sea.
Crafted by the one of the best craftsman of the Ancient, the weapon was made to last. The only other weapon, which can match the Chaos Breaker's power, is the Holy Sword, also known as the Force Sword. (For more information on the Force Sword or the Holy Sword refer to Chapter 1, Unit 8, page 65.) But the main thing about this weapon now is, was the weapon a myth or a fact?
The Beliefs
It was popularly believe that only one of an incredibly pure soul can wield this ultimate weapon of the Light. Thus, this belief made many people believe that only an angel or an Archangel can this weapon as only angels and Archangels are known by all to have an incredible pure soul and the holiest being known to reborn in this world. The Chaos Breaker was believed to have magical powers of immense proportion. The later generations believed that even the powers of the sun dim beside this weapon.
Many thought that the green blade is made of the worst of the Unforgivables, the Avada Kedvara curse, as nothing cannot be leave unfallen. Not a mark can be found where the sword had cut through, leaving the person unblemished. It was this factor, which had lead to this belief.
It was also believed that all the power which sustained the Ancient World was sealed in this weapon, making the wielder the Guardian of the Ancient World realm.
The Facts
The only two known reliable fact about this weapon is that it can seal an immortal into another dimension where it can only be reopened by the sealer. Max, hero of Runesland, had sealed the Dark Dragon back in the Ancient City. This event was witnessed the whole Shining Force and Princess Anri.
The second fact is that it had the power to summon the Ancient City from the bottom of the sea where it had been sunk in the last battle in the Realm of Ancients. This event was also witnessed by the whole population of the city of Runesfrast when Max summoned the City once again.
Harry closed the book, not before book marking the page and placed it at the right side of the table. Harry closed his eyes and mused on what the book had written.
'Only an incredibly pure soul can wield this weapon of Light. Hmm...wonders what it means,' Harry mused. His musing was soon interrupted a sudden change in the aura around him. The changed aura belongs to those of seductive aura of a veela. However the strength of the aura was not as strong as those of a pure blood veela.
'Oh no, not her!' was the first thought that raced through Harry's mind. At that precise moment, Fleur walked into the room.
"Harry!" Fleur exclaimed as she walked towards Harry.
'God! The day just got better!' groaned Harry inwardly. 'I should have dismantle the person's location-tracing charm within this Castle long ago!'
Under normal circumstances, Harry would be happy to have some one to accompany him to the Library. But now Harry is trying to find all the information on the Chaos Breaker and the Altar of the Sword, therefore, he needs at the peace and quiet he can get. Besides, Harry would not want Fleur to appear anywhere near him. Fleur's tendency to get Harry into a romance relationship with her had increased, greatly after Harry had saved her family a few days ago from a bunch of mad trolls and Dread Knights whom wants to quench their bloodlust on a magical family under the order of Lucius Malfoy. Harry had offered them a place at the Castle to stay. And now the problems had shown themselves to him. Beside, the half-veela knows that Harry is already in love with Janet but still...
"Yes, Fleur?" asked Harry politely despite of the situation.
"I had been looking for you! The Order is calling for a meeting now and all is needed to be at the Grand Hall of Light," explained Fleur. Harry cursed himself mentally for jumping to conclusion so fast. She is here just to get him to the Meeting.
"Sorry, I will be there right away," said Harry as he stood up. Just as he stood, Harry accidentally knocked down the book. Fleur bend down to pick up the book. The first things she read from the book weren't the title but the line, "Only one of an incredibly pure soul could wield this ultimate weapon of the Light."
Throwing a brief glance at Harry as Fleur straightened up with the book, she continued, "The Order had managed to contact the Dwarfs. Their clan leader wishes to speak with you."
Harry frowned at this, "Aren't Albus supposed to be in charge of this?"
"Well, yes. But the Clan leader threatened to withdraw from the Alliance if he doesn't meet with you. He wants to know why they have to work with the Elves."
"Very well," Harry replied before he disappeared from the Library with a swish of his cloak. Fleur then turned the book and flipped over the page being marked. Reading the whole page, Fleur then understood the prophecy.
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Harry arrived at the Grand Hall of Light and was confronted with an angry sight. The two races was glaring at each other. All of them had their weapons drawn out. The Dragonians are flying near the ceiling to protect themselves from being caught in the crossfire. The Order of Phoenix members were currently cowering at one corner. Albus Dumbledore, however, sat at the chair in the middle of the room. It was clear that the presences of Dumbledore had prevented the two races from starting a fight. But the tension in the room was by no means defused.
"May I know what's going on here?" asked Harry in a cold whisper. His voice, however low, had carried across the Hall and every one looked at him. His blazing emerald eyes surveyed the scene in front of him. Aurgdani stepped forward and cleared his throat nervously. He wasn't ready to feel the wrath of Harry. The amount of magic pulsing from Harry was overwhelming.
"The Dwarves had accused us of being in alliance with the Dark Lord who had defiled our sacred lands."
Harry turned towards the leader of the Dwarves and locked his glance in his eyes. The Dwarf stared back defiantly. Slowly a smile crept over his lips before Harry burst into laughter. The rest of the hall went into a stunned silence, while the leader of the Dwarves stared at Harry angrily. Finally, Harry stopped his laughter and looked back at the Dwarf.
"I must admit that you are the second person who dared to stare right back at me in the height of my wrath, dwarf. Can I have the pleasure of knowing your name?"
"Jenova."
Harry narrowed his brows in concentration.
"That means 'Forger' in Dwarfish. Tell me, Jenova, why do you accuse the Elves of forming an unholy alliance with the Dark Lord when it was known to all races that Elves are against all practices of Dark Arts?"
"The Elf princess now bears the child of the Dark Lord whom you fought so valiantly against, Lord," replied Jenova.
Harry turned towards Aurgdani and looked into the eyes of the Elf King without a word. Aurgdani trembled and replied, "My Lord, there...I...Yes..."
Harry said nothing about this and continued his glaze at his Elf friend.
"My daughter now bears the child of the Dark Lord, milord. I'm sorry, Harry. As a punishment, I had my daughter exiled..."
"You WHAT?" roared Harry. Everyone winced at Harry's voice. "How could you exile your flesh and blood, Aurgdani? I had expected the better of you!"
The King cowered at the rage of the teenage boy. Jenova looked at Harry stunned. He had never expected Harry to react so violently. He thought that the teenage wizard might be happy for the exiling of the princess for bearing the child of the Dark Lord. But instead, he looked utterly dangerous. Harry looked murderously at his Elven friend who had done such a thing.
"Where exactly did you exiled her?" asked Harry in the same icy voice.
"The Death Ring Mountain."
"WHAT!?"
"The Death Ring Mountain, my lord."
"Do you have any idea what you had done?"
"Yes, milord."
"Everyone is to await my return. I want a jury to see whether the Princess is guilty of bearing the child of the Dark Lord."
With that the Lord of Light disappeared in a flash of light. Harry arrived the realm of the elves. From where he stood, he could see the Gates of Beyond. Looking at the gates, Harry knew that the Death Ring Mountain was just beyond these gates. Without much thought, Harry stepped toward the gates. Immediately, a group of Elves jumped in front of him, with the swords and bows drawn. One of the elves, Harry noted the silver lining, which indicates that he is the leader of this group, stepped forward and held up his hand. In a deep voice, he demanded, "Stop, mortal! Not a step forward or be prepared to face the consequences."
With narrowed eyes, Harry ignored the elves and continued his walk towards the outer gate. The leader stared at Harry in shock, for none had dared to challenge his authority.
"Stop or we will have no mercy!" the Elf shouted. He noticed smugly that the human had stopped. Then the first two words, which Harry said in low whisper, stunned him. (Remember! Elves have superior hearing!)
"Make me."
With that, Harry continued his walk. The leader made a swift movement and a volley of arrows was fired, all aimed at the solitary figure. The next moment, the air around Harry rippled and all the arrows stopped and dropped on to the ground. The elves looked at Harry startled. This man without lifting his hand had stopped all the arrows from hitting him.
"Another volley!" the Elf leader screamed. In response, another volley of arrows was launched. This time, the moment the arrows burst into flames the moment they left the bows. A few of the more sensitive elves could feel the rage and anger rolling off this man in waves even in the distance. The aura of power radiated from this human was incredible. Pure, seemingly unbridled but yet tame, a clear sign of a very disciplined mind is in the vicinity. Their pride in their superiority, made the elves unable to accept any human to be better than them.
A couple of elves looked at Harry whom moved slowly towards them. Holding their hand above their head, they called for the water element. At once a river of raging torrents appeared from nowhere in from of Harry. Without batting an eyelid, Harry casted the Water Walk on himself, thus enabling him to cross any water surface. The elves waited until Harry reached the middle when they summoned a whirlpool to appear at Harry's feet. However, there was no effect. Harry dissipated the whirlpool almost as immediately as it was formed.
Just when Harry reached the opposite shore when a barrier of Blistering Thorns appeared before him. In retaliation, Harry casted the Firewall on the barrier of Blistering Thorns, burning them into ashes. Looking the group of elves, Harry maintained his expressionless mask. The elves had put down their bows and had now held onto their sword in two-handed grip. Looking at their grip, Harry snorted. Their sword was forged for one-handed handling. By using a two-handed grip, the balance point of the sword had shifted. This will make it harder to hit the target, as it would be awkward. In short, the elves had given him an advantage, which he can and will exploit. Harry's hand went to the hilt of the Gryffindor Sword.
"Make way or be prepared to feel the wrath of my sword," Harry declared in a soft whisper. The elves looked Harry and smirked. One of them even taunted Harry.
"Can you? Human, you have no idea who you are dealing with!"
One of the elves leapt at Harry, swing his sword in an attempt to decapitate Harry. There was a flash of silver and the elf recoiled. The other elves looked at their comrade, more precisely, his hand. Instead of a hand, what was left was a bloody stump. The hand lay in front of Harry, his hand still at the hilt of the sword. The speed of Harry's movement was a blur. With an angry snarl, the elves leapt at Harry together...
TBC...
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A note from your author:
Haha! The Quest of the Swords is finally up! So how you guys like this chapter? For all new readers, this is the Sixth year of Harry's schooling, if you want a better understanding to the story, please refer to my story, Harry Potter: Lord of Light. Thanks please review!
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That's all folks!
So long!
Yours truly,
BloodRedSword
Harry walked along the aisle of the massive amount of bookshelf that had lined up the Library of Knowledge. His hand moved along the spines of the thick ancient looking tomes. Reading the title one by one, Harry silently muttered the titles to himself.
Swordplay-A guide to true mastery
"No."
Of Weapons and Armory-The Guide
"No."
DIY of enchanting of your own Weapons
"Nope!"
A complete guide of Swords and Usage
"Nope!"
Weaponries-from Ancient to present
"No!"
A Guide to true mastery over Spear
"This is ridiculous!"
A Self-Guide to Know Your Weapon
"Nope! Bloody Hell! Where is that book Max told me to find?"
The titles went on and on. Harry kept cursing as he tried his best to locate the very book of his choice. Just when Harry was about to give up, he saw it. Of all places, it was at the end of the shelve.
Myths or Reality-A Complete Guide to Legendary Weapons and Armors-Part 1 Weapons
Harry pulled out the golden book and walked to the table nearest to him and flipped open the book. Harry went straight to the index and looked up and on the sword, Chaos Breaker. Chapter one, unit three, page 30. Shakily, Harry flipped to the page and looked at the large picture of a sword. The blade's design was like those of the Sword of Light and the Sword of Darkness. Emerald green in colour, the blade matches Harry's eyes perfectly. The handle and the hilt of the sword was unlike any weapons that he had seen. Not even in the Armory of the Castle of Light. The handle and the hilt looked like two eagle-spread phoenix. The blade was positioned at the mouth of the phoenix and the handle is the tail of the phoenixes.
One phoenix had its wing pointing downward while the other wing pointed upwards, forming an 'X'. In the middle of the 'X' was a beautiful brilliant full cut Sapphire and an oval cut blood red ruby placed at the handle of the handle. It was a truly magnificent weapon, crafted by the hands of the Ancients. Harry looked down at started to read the caption below.
The Chaos Breaker
The History
This sword, along with the Sword of Light and the Sword of Darkness, was crafted during the Great War in the ancient times. In that war, the Ancients managed to seal of one the manifestation of Darkness, the immortal Dark Dragon. Angered and dissatisfied by his defeat, the Dark Dragon vowed to return one thousand years later. Ten centuries passed peacefully. Then chaos and darkness returned upon the land of Runesland. A young hero by the name of Max was armed with the quest to go all over the lands of Runesland to retrieve this weapon and made a name for himself as the savoir of Runesfrast.
The surname of Max was unknown even to himself for he was an orphan since young. The young hero managed to retrieve the Sword of Light (For more information on the Sword of Light, refer to chapter 1,unit 19 page 198.) and the Sword of Darkness (For more information on the Sword of Darkness, refer to chapter 1,unit 19 page 200.). This two sword was very vital to the recovery of the Chaos Breaker. Young Max finally found the Alter of the Sword despite of the many difficulties by created by Lord Darksol. With the Sword of Light and the Sword of Darkness, Max managed to recover the Chaos Breaker. With the help of the Shining Force, Max managed to once again seal off the Dark Dragon, thus ending the War. However, a price comes with everything that is good. The Hero, Max, had to offer himself as a blood sacrifice to complete the Sealing. He disappeared after the Ancient City sunk back into the sea.
Crafted by the one of the best craftsman of the Ancient, the weapon was made to last. The only other weapon, which can match the Chaos Breaker's power, is the Holy Sword, also known as the Force Sword. (For more information on the Force Sword or the Holy Sword refer to Chapter 1, Unit 8, page 65.) But the main thing about this weapon now is, was the weapon a myth or a fact?
The Beliefs
It was popularly believe that only one of an incredibly pure soul can wield this ultimate weapon of the Light. Thus, this belief made many people believe that only an angel or an Archangel can this weapon as only angels and Archangels are known by all to have an incredible pure soul and the holiest being known to reborn in this world. The Chaos Breaker was believed to have magical powers of immense proportion. The later generations believed that even the powers of the sun dim beside this weapon.
Many thought that the green blade is made of the worst of the Unforgivables, the Avada Kedvara curse, as nothing cannot be leave unfallen. Not a mark can be found where the sword had cut through, leaving the person unblemished. It was this factor, which had lead to this belief.
It was also believed that all the power which sustained the Ancient World was sealed in this weapon, making the wielder the Guardian of the Ancient World realm.
The Facts
The only two known reliable fact about this weapon is that it can seal an immortal into another dimension where it can only be reopened by the sealer. Max, hero of Runesland, had sealed the Dark Dragon back in the Ancient City. This event was witnessed the whole Shining Force and Princess Anri.
The second fact is that it had the power to summon the Ancient City from the bottom of the sea where it had been sunk in the last battle in the Realm of Ancients. This event was also witnessed by the whole population of the city of Runesfrast when Max summoned the City once again.
Harry closed the book, not before book marking the page and placed it at the right side of the table. Harry closed his eyes and mused on what the book had written.
'Only an incredibly pure soul can wield this weapon of Light. Hmm...wonders what it means,' Harry mused. His musing was soon interrupted a sudden change in the aura around him. The changed aura belongs to those of seductive aura of a veela. However the strength of the aura was not as strong as those of a pure blood veela.
'Oh no, not her!' was the first thought that raced through Harry's mind. At that precise moment, Fleur walked into the room.
"Harry!" Fleur exclaimed as she walked towards Harry.
'God! The day just got better!' groaned Harry inwardly. 'I should have dismantle the person's location-tracing charm within this Castle long ago!'
Under normal circumstances, Harry would be happy to have some one to accompany him to the Library. But now Harry is trying to find all the information on the Chaos Breaker and the Altar of the Sword, therefore, he needs at the peace and quiet he can get. Besides, Harry would not want Fleur to appear anywhere near him. Fleur's tendency to get Harry into a romance relationship with her had increased, greatly after Harry had saved her family a few days ago from a bunch of mad trolls and Dread Knights whom wants to quench their bloodlust on a magical family under the order of Lucius Malfoy. Harry had offered them a place at the Castle to stay. And now the problems had shown themselves to him. Beside, the half-veela knows that Harry is already in love with Janet but still...
"Yes, Fleur?" asked Harry politely despite of the situation.
"I had been looking for you! The Order is calling for a meeting now and all is needed to be at the Grand Hall of Light," explained Fleur. Harry cursed himself mentally for jumping to conclusion so fast. She is here just to get him to the Meeting.
"Sorry, I will be there right away," said Harry as he stood up. Just as he stood, Harry accidentally knocked down the book. Fleur bend down to pick up the book. The first things she read from the book weren't the title but the line, "Only one of an incredibly pure soul could wield this ultimate weapon of the Light."
Throwing a brief glance at Harry as Fleur straightened up with the book, she continued, "The Order had managed to contact the Dwarfs. Their clan leader wishes to speak with you."
Harry frowned at this, "Aren't Albus supposed to be in charge of this?"
"Well, yes. But the Clan leader threatened to withdraw from the Alliance if he doesn't meet with you. He wants to know why they have to work with the Elves."
"Very well," Harry replied before he disappeared from the Library with a swish of his cloak. Fleur then turned the book and flipped over the page being marked. Reading the whole page, Fleur then understood the prophecy.
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Harry arrived at the Grand Hall of Light and was confronted with an angry sight. The two races was glaring at each other. All of them had their weapons drawn out. The Dragonians are flying near the ceiling to protect themselves from being caught in the crossfire. The Order of Phoenix members were currently cowering at one corner. Albus Dumbledore, however, sat at the chair in the middle of the room. It was clear that the presences of Dumbledore had prevented the two races from starting a fight. But the tension in the room was by no means defused.
"May I know what's going on here?" asked Harry in a cold whisper. His voice, however low, had carried across the Hall and every one looked at him. His blazing emerald eyes surveyed the scene in front of him. Aurgdani stepped forward and cleared his throat nervously. He wasn't ready to feel the wrath of Harry. The amount of magic pulsing from Harry was overwhelming.
"The Dwarves had accused us of being in alliance with the Dark Lord who had defiled our sacred lands."
Harry turned towards the leader of the Dwarves and locked his glance in his eyes. The Dwarf stared back defiantly. Slowly a smile crept over his lips before Harry burst into laughter. The rest of the hall went into a stunned silence, while the leader of the Dwarves stared at Harry angrily. Finally, Harry stopped his laughter and looked back at the Dwarf.
"I must admit that you are the second person who dared to stare right back at me in the height of my wrath, dwarf. Can I have the pleasure of knowing your name?"
"Jenova."
Harry narrowed his brows in concentration.
"That means 'Forger' in Dwarfish. Tell me, Jenova, why do you accuse the Elves of forming an unholy alliance with the Dark Lord when it was known to all races that Elves are against all practices of Dark Arts?"
"The Elf princess now bears the child of the Dark Lord whom you fought so valiantly against, Lord," replied Jenova.
Harry turned towards Aurgdani and looked into the eyes of the Elf King without a word. Aurgdani trembled and replied, "My Lord, there...I...Yes..."
Harry said nothing about this and continued his glaze at his Elf friend.
"My daughter now bears the child of the Dark Lord, milord. I'm sorry, Harry. As a punishment, I had my daughter exiled..."
"You WHAT?" roared Harry. Everyone winced at Harry's voice. "How could you exile your flesh and blood, Aurgdani? I had expected the better of you!"
The King cowered at the rage of the teenage boy. Jenova looked at Harry stunned. He had never expected Harry to react so violently. He thought that the teenage wizard might be happy for the exiling of the princess for bearing the child of the Dark Lord. But instead, he looked utterly dangerous. Harry looked murderously at his Elven friend who had done such a thing.
"Where exactly did you exiled her?" asked Harry in the same icy voice.
"The Death Ring Mountain."
"WHAT!?"
"The Death Ring Mountain, my lord."
"Do you have any idea what you had done?"
"Yes, milord."
"Everyone is to await my return. I want a jury to see whether the Princess is guilty of bearing the child of the Dark Lord."
With that the Lord of Light disappeared in a flash of light. Harry arrived the realm of the elves. From where he stood, he could see the Gates of Beyond. Looking at the gates, Harry knew that the Death Ring Mountain was just beyond these gates. Without much thought, Harry stepped toward the gates. Immediately, a group of Elves jumped in front of him, with the swords and bows drawn. One of the elves, Harry noted the silver lining, which indicates that he is the leader of this group, stepped forward and held up his hand. In a deep voice, he demanded, "Stop, mortal! Not a step forward or be prepared to face the consequences."
With narrowed eyes, Harry ignored the elves and continued his walk towards the outer gate. The leader stared at Harry in shock, for none had dared to challenge his authority.
"Stop or we will have no mercy!" the Elf shouted. He noticed smugly that the human had stopped. Then the first two words, which Harry said in low whisper, stunned him. (Remember! Elves have superior hearing!)
"Make me."
With that, Harry continued his walk. The leader made a swift movement and a volley of arrows was fired, all aimed at the solitary figure. The next moment, the air around Harry rippled and all the arrows stopped and dropped on to the ground. The elves looked at Harry startled. This man without lifting his hand had stopped all the arrows from hitting him.
"Another volley!" the Elf leader screamed. In response, another volley of arrows was launched. This time, the moment the arrows burst into flames the moment they left the bows. A few of the more sensitive elves could feel the rage and anger rolling off this man in waves even in the distance. The aura of power radiated from this human was incredible. Pure, seemingly unbridled but yet tame, a clear sign of a very disciplined mind is in the vicinity. Their pride in their superiority, made the elves unable to accept any human to be better than them.
A couple of elves looked at Harry whom moved slowly towards them. Holding their hand above their head, they called for the water element. At once a river of raging torrents appeared from nowhere in from of Harry. Without batting an eyelid, Harry casted the Water Walk on himself, thus enabling him to cross any water surface. The elves waited until Harry reached the middle when they summoned a whirlpool to appear at Harry's feet. However, there was no effect. Harry dissipated the whirlpool almost as immediately as it was formed.
Just when Harry reached the opposite shore when a barrier of Blistering Thorns appeared before him. In retaliation, Harry casted the Firewall on the barrier of Blistering Thorns, burning them into ashes. Looking the group of elves, Harry maintained his expressionless mask. The elves had put down their bows and had now held onto their sword in two-handed grip. Looking at their grip, Harry snorted. Their sword was forged for one-handed handling. By using a two-handed grip, the balance point of the sword had shifted. This will make it harder to hit the target, as it would be awkward. In short, the elves had given him an advantage, which he can and will exploit. Harry's hand went to the hilt of the Gryffindor Sword.
"Make way or be prepared to feel the wrath of my sword," Harry declared in a soft whisper. The elves looked Harry and smirked. One of them even taunted Harry.
"Can you? Human, you have no idea who you are dealing with!"
One of the elves leapt at Harry, swing his sword in an attempt to decapitate Harry. There was a flash of silver and the elf recoiled. The other elves looked at their comrade, more precisely, his hand. Instead of a hand, what was left was a bloody stump. The hand lay in front of Harry, his hand still at the hilt of the sword. The speed of Harry's movement was a blur. With an angry snarl, the elves leapt at Harry together...
TBC...
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A note from your author:
Haha! The Quest of the Swords is finally up! So how you guys like this chapter? For all new readers, this is the Sixth year of Harry's schooling, if you want a better understanding to the story, please refer to my story, Harry Potter: Lord of Light. Thanks please review!
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That's all folks!
So long!
Yours truly,
BloodRedSword