Death Searcher Part2
After what seemed like forever, Yerunan stopped in the middle of a path, signaling to Ariet that she should do the same.
"Why are we stopping here?" she asked, in a hushed whisper, wary that there might be another corrupted spirit headed their way.
"The trail stops here." He replied. He closed his eyes and tried to concentrate, looking at other nearby paths to see if any of the spirits had jumped. He opened his eyes, "This is the end of it."
"How can you be sure?" Ariet asked, "I remember vaguely changing paths before you saved me, are you sure that the trail doesn't just continue somewhere else?"
"I'm positive," He replied. "Though you probably can't see it, there is an open door to the living world here, and it reeks of corruption."
"Still, he could be sending them through from multiple points, you know."
"So he could, but there is another reason that I know this is the place," He paused, "I can smell the death magic from the shell you inha
Death Searcher part1
Death touches all worlds, and through death all are connected. This is probably one of the last and greatest secrets that were taught to the necromancers of old (old being a relative term of course). The existence of other worlds is one of the most closely guarded secrets of all time. In fact, the necromancers were told on the condition that they would only travel to these other worlds under the direst of circumstances, and even then, they were not to let anyone know of the existence of their own world, or the secret to their method of travel.
For many years this commandment was not a problem for the necromancers of Abintra. Few had a fascination with the affairs of other worlds, and even fewer had the time to pursue such interests. It was only when the dead of the other worlds started coming through to our own world that we started to wonder what was on the other side.
"Mother of demons," Yerunan cursed un
The Widow's Sonnet
Today you touched my soul, though you are gone
Your piercing gaze still won't leave me alone
And though your years sans life have been so long
You watch me nightly from the great unknown
Why do you haunt me in this lonely night?
Why do you torment so my poor, lost soul?
You shall leave with the coming of the light.
So let not heartache be your true some goal
Though long the years, for you I still do care
Of you I'll think, but shall not pine
But absent not the love we still do share
And in the end our love togeth'r shall shine
Until that time, my love, please do you wait
For you are gone before, and I am late
The Widow's Sonnet
How Rowling Could End
Full title of this deviation is "How Rowling Could End the Series (but probably wont)"
True predictions shall be bolded
~Use the room of requirement to get everything they need
~Ask for horocruxes, get a map
~Ask to kill Voldemort, get some sort of a weapon
~ A Magical Venus Fly Trap eats Voldemort on the battle field. It was tended lovingly by Hagrid and Neville
~Voldemort is defeated by cheering charms/any other happy type charms.
~We finally find out where conjured things come from.
~(Remember those socks you lost in the wash last week?)
~Dumbledores Army declares war on Laura Mallory.
~Have Harry wake up and realize it was all a dream, there never was a Voldemort.
~Have Voldemort wake up and realize it was all a dream, there never was a Harry Potter.
~Have Tom Riddle wake up and suddenly have new direction in hi
The Lambda Legion dropship thundered in a blue sky over what had been Brasilia. The once proud human city was now in ruins. A few smaller buildings had survived the devastation of hundreds of years of disrepair and war. Ter'Nik looked out a small window, watching the city below.
"What a dump." Niterrel muttered, as she glanced out the window. Pushing off the side of the craft she walked back to where she had been sitting.
"It could be worse," Ter'Nik said, still watching the ground. The ruins got more and more contemporary as they flew closer to a Breed-controlled facility. He scratched his long, anteater-like nose with a long claw. He looked up at her. She looked more like a wolf though. He knew she was something called a Jackalhound. They were usually soldiers, so seeing a mage who was a Jackalhound he found rare.
"So, which century you from?"
"I'm not in the milit