The Power Stone goal has been reached!!! I'll be getting two chapters out today!
Also, I would like to apologize for the break that I've taken. There are a bunch of excuses I could make and would be right in doing so, but I'll simply say sorry and promise to at least ensure that I write a chapter every two days.
Anyway... Hope you enjoy this chapter!
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(Drecarios)
My sleep had been rather peaceful considering the armed guards outside my room and the periodic alarms that signalled the opening of the hangars. The majority of my time yesterday had been consumed in finalizing my scans of the Venator-class starship, meditating upon our predicament and looking over the book of shadows.
Magic was a very new thing for me to be completely honest. The concept itself wasn't new to me, no, the feeling of it was what threw me for a loop. Unlike most story books or movies, magic felt like the blood pumping in my veins. The movement of magic under my skin was a weird mix of all-encompassing weight and the gentle caress one would experience during a massage.
The core inside me was a ball of potential that felt forever full inside my stomach. My Magical core, similar to Harry's or Sirius's, was an internal expression of force power that allowed the possessor to create 'the force'. Abilities that Jedi and Sith used could be created with ease just by dipping a metaphorical hand into the font that was my magical core.
Why did this matter? Well, my new grimoire, aptly titled: The Book of Shadows, was showering itself with magic as if it were somehow generating it or perhaps summoning it from the aether. Shadows poured off the exterior of the book like fog. The vaporous substance curled and coiled before dissipating into the artefacts surroundings. Holding it was a struggle for comfort, the sensation akin to sliding nails over a chalkboard.
Opening it enhanced every single feeling, emotion, sensation and thought by an order of magnitude. The first page was a preface.
< to follow...>
I wiped the page off, releasing some of the vapour that had clung to the bottom of the papyrus page.
I set the book aside, watching as it sat on the durasteel table next to the bed, emanating shadowy vapour. That name was concerning, the warning was scary, and the mere presence of the grimoire felt haunted. And I had touched it and even opened the front page...
A shudder ran through me as the dark side of the force shivered alongside me. Whatever the book contained worried even the Dark Side. I grimaced at the immersing sense of wrongness that surrounded me inside the bedroom. Snapping my fingers I sent the book back to the Chatroom reward space, the atmosphere of the external force and the room itself settling down into a cold but calm silence.
Perhaps it was better for me to just get something to eat...
'yeah, that's probably for the best...' My internal monologue whispered inside my head.
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Harry paced inside his room, his head aching as if it had been exposed to Voldemort. The bright red scar that adorned his forehead was bleeding profusely. His mood was thinly controlled behind his significant Sith training, his emerald eyes snapping backwards and forwards between distant points in the room as if he were searching for an answer to why his scar was acting up.
The young man tensed and started shaking as his scar burst out with black blood, his heart pounding inside his ears. "ARGHHHHHH!" He dropped to his knees in agony, his right hand clutching at his scar. All he could smell was fresh iron, all he could taste was his own sweat mixed with the coppery taste of his own clean blood, all that he could comprehend was pain.
A minute passed in torture was equal to the entirety of his time spent inside the Sith Holocrons. His breathing was ragged, painful, tiring, until every single agony-inducing tickle from his scar and every single one of his senses stopped projecting their woes and relief flooded into him. Suddenly he understood what it was to be a man lost in a dessert, finally being able to grasp at the cool waters of an oasis.
"Bloody hell..." His voice was choked, exhausted and most of all, whispered. It took every single iota of energy inside his malnutrition-stricken body just to breathe. And breathe he did, his magic coagulating inside his the front of his mind with every intake and outtake of oxygen.
The force around him, dark and light, turned soft and gentle. Relief flooded into him as the outside force comforted him in this moment. His head was throbbing despite the coolness of his own magic. Sometime in-between him screaming and his scar exploding outwards with gore he had slipped to the cold floor below. This realisation of his was soon followed by a hollow acceptance that he had lost his glasses in the fall.
Blurry eyed and unable to see, he started succumbing to unconsciousness as his entire head throbbed like a stubbed toe. The last thing he would see before slipping into sleep would be the blast doors to the chamber opening and two clone troopers rushing towards him, stowing their rifles.
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Meanwhile...
Voldemort was howling in agony as his non-corporeal form was shredded through some layer of existence and non-existence. He had been watching the potter boy wade in the darkness of this new land, in its endless possibilities and grinning like a mad man.
The 'golden-boy' of the light was being corrupted and moulded against them. He was happy. Well, he was happy until some shockwave of magic echoed out through the dimension his soul was safely stored within.
Herpo the Foul had explained that Horcruxes weren't so much meant to divide the soul but to hide parts of a persons soul in the void beyond. Once 7 'splits' had been achieved the soul would dimensionally shift to another plane of existence that would have been artificially created by the act of reaching 7 of them. From there the soul would be whole but bonded to the original body of the caster, allowing them to retain all of their sanity whilst essentially becoming 'immortal'.
He had been so close in the last blood war. Harry Potter was his Sixth and he had intended to make Nagini his 7th, allowing him to gain the properties and magical qualities of everything that his Horcrux had been inside of.
Salazar's Necklace had potent soul magic that would ward a person from being scried upon by outside forces. Helga's Cup would heal any wounds so long as he had magic left in his body to expend. Rowena's Diadem enhanced intelligence and increased the memory of the user by a factor of 4. The ring of the gaunt family was a powerful necromantic totem that allowed for the summoning of spirits from beyond the grave, an important tool that would allow him to continue learning and pushing the bounds of magic. Nagini, a maledictus that would possibly have allowed him to circumvent the rule of Animagus mages by allowing him two forms in his new body. And finally his own diary... A creation that had taken 7 years of schooling to develop and could serve as an independent focus...
The only unexpected Horcrux had been Harry, but even then, he would have most likely gained the Potter bloodline, the magical power of the boy himself and his full potential, on top of his own.
And now, all of this effort was blown away by an errant shockwave of magic in a bizarre realm of science and muggles... Amidst his screams he seethed as the bonds of his soul shard on this artificial dimension were torn asunder, the other Horcrux's being siphoned through the tear in subspace into merging with this singular piece of his soul. No longer would he gain the powers of those objects his soul had been placed within.
Scratch that, it didn't look as if he would survive at all... His slowly merging soul looked out at the subspace tear and watched as the Homunculus body that another shard had put painful effort into was shattered to dust whilst sleeping, his last soul fragment merging with all the others and then turning transparent.
'Noooooooooooo...!' He shouted out inside the confines of the boy's mind as his soul was completely consumed by the little shit's own magic.
All of his memories were being absorbed. All of his knowledge was being devoured before him as if it weren't his own and but a succulent chinese meal before the petulant child that had destroyed all of his plans.
He struggled to get another thought out before existence was stolen from the Dark Lord and his entire soul was sacrificed by the Boy-Who-Lived's magic.
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Obi Wan was struggling to keep calm as he watched the young Sith Lord be strung up inside the bacta tank. Things had been going so well until the clones had informed him of the boy's condition.
The council had agreed to have the Sith meet them on Coruscant. Nahdar Vebb was being directed from his recently completed campaign to take the burden of this one. Yularen had even informed him that the interdictor field's origin had been identified; supposedly it was a CIS facility on the planet that was researching experimental gravity fields.
Then naturally everything went sideways, as reality usually was want to do, and Darth Revenant had been found slumped on the floor with blood pooling around his head and no evidence as to how it happened or why it occurred.
He had ordered a clone to go grab his allies and bring them to the medical bay, but it would take several minutes. Obi Wan sighed again as he considered retiring into the Jedi Temple and perhaps teaching the younglings about meditation, or something... It was a foolish thought really, but still it was there as a pressure valve for the madness his life had become.
"General,-" A clone trooper saluted him and began his message, "General Skywalker and Commander Tano have have safely arrived. They are undergoing maintenance checks as of this current moment and will be with you shortly." The Jedi Master nodded softly as he trooper finished.
"Thank you, please tell Admiral Yularen that our next goal is to wipe that facility off the face of that planet. We'll need supplies soon and if the support vessels can't get here without being trapped then this campaign is as good as lost." The trooper nodded and started sprinting away, the med-bay doors zooming open and closed as the clone ran.
"General Kenobi, the initial scan on this man has revealed several unknown substances inside his body and bloodstream. One appears to be a very powerful neurotoxin that has naturally bonded to the man's DNA." The medical droid had suddenly walked up and reported, its cold steel exterior giving no indication if this was a rarity in the galaxy or simply something to be noted.
"Let the man sit in the bacta for now, try to undo as much of the damage as we can... I don't know what occurred in that room but whatever it was, it was enough to render a Sith Lord unconscious." He licked his lips when he finished speaking his orders, his eyes locked onto the bright red scar above the man's left eye. There was something about it that just made him feel queasy.
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