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James Potter and The Court of Owls Chapter 12

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James came awake slowly to find himself laying on a soft bed. He blinked twice staring up at a gray wall and then looked to his side to see Angus sitting on a twin bed with his head down staring down at a book while a breakfast tray of pancakes and eggs set between them on the nightstand.

Angus looked over at him as he noticed James was awake. He stared at James in concern. “How are you doing?”

James shook his head rising to a sitting position before he sighed and stared at Angus. “What happened?”

“You got tired from all the travel and fell asleep when we got to the hotel. Bad dreams?” Angus guessed.

James shook his head not meeting his gaze. “Sorry. I was just tired. I’ll be ready to get up and go in a second.”

“Take your time son. We were doing a lot of hoping around here and there. We get our rest then we’re on the hunt again. Do you want to talk about what’s bothering you?” Angus said.

James shook his head. “No I don’t want to talk about my feelings bro.” He said automatically then flinched at his mistake.

Angus was quiet. “Hmm. So you saw an embarrassing moment in your old man’s past.” He said with a rye humor in his voice. “It wasn’t my best moment but it was a moment I needed to have to make change in my life.”

James nodded silently. “Are eggs still warm?”

“Yes they are as are the pancakes. The plate keeps them warm. What were you thinking about before we left that jackass in the country?”

James was quiet as he picked up his plate setting it on the bed and picked up his knife and fork and started to dig into his breakfast. “I wasn’t thinking about anything, Dad.”

“That my friend is poor attempt at an evasion and a out right lie. You won’t hurt my feelings none by your answer son. I did what I had to. I didn’t owe that man nothing.”

James looked up at Angus to see him smiling kindly and looking at him. “I wanted to know how you became so powerful. I’ve never seen anything like you did Dad. Your quick reaction. That show of raw power coming out of your weapon and then your use of magic I haven’t seen. I imagined you had always been like that but I just for some reason hadn’t seen it.”

Angus nodded his head. “But, then you saw my embarrassing moment. I bit that paints things in a different light of understanding. You got to start somewhere.”

James nodded. “The Wuxia helped you become a great wizard.” He said.

Angus shook his head. “No. I’ll never be a great wizard. The Wuxia taught me how to become the best version of myself how to develop what I was good at and how to take the first steps toward my own greatness. I haven’t completed my training that will take me more decades to go but they put me on the right path.”

James frowned, picked up his knife and fork and started slicing up and started eating a few moments. Angus left James to his breakfast silently.

Angus went back to his book. He was reading intently and James noticed that his weapon set beside him on the bed in his holster. James noticed the peacemaker glowed occasionally.

“Why does your weapon glow like that some times? Is it alive?”

“The peacemaker is as much alive as the wand in your pocket son just not quite like us.” Angus said calmly.

James frowned. “Did you create the peacemaker?” He asked.

“Yes. I did. I made a handful of peacemakers over the years. It’s a very niche market. As a whole peacemakers are viewed as a novelty to wizards and the magi. I make more making magical weapons and sword and wand repair.”

“Wand repair. Do you know how to make wands?” James asked.

“Yes. I worked and studied under Mr. Garrick Ollivander in the art and science of wand creation before I attempted to study blacksmith work with the Drawfs. They weren’t as welcoming to a human magi attempting to learning the precious secrets of their super secret blacksmithing though they were more then ready to try and “sell” me one of their weapons until I died of course then they would just as soon take the thing back. No big deal on my end I just learned old fashioned blacksmithing from non-humans.”

James stared at him. “Was all that before you finished Hogwarts or after you returned from the land of the Wuxia?”

Angus still looking down at his book flicked another page with his finger. “It was a couple of years during my times at Hogwarts in the summer and winter breaks when I worked part time jobs in Diagon Alley.”

“You worked part time jobs during school? Why?” James asked.

Angus smiled but there wasn’t anything nice about on the expression on his face. “I had to pay for my school supplies and room in board at Hogwarts after my mother got sick and couldn’t work anymore. So I worked part time jobs and tried to learn trades I use to earn spending money.”

“Oh.” James said quietly. “I didn’t know. I’m sorry.”

Angus shook his head looking at James. “Nothing to be sorry about son. It’s life. You have good times and hopefully you have much better times. Your mother I worked hard so that you didn’t have to focus on nothing but your school work, making friends and focusing on becoming the best person you make of yourself.” He said and nodded to James.

James pursed his lips together and sighed but nodded back. He glanced back at the book Angus had been intently reading. “What are you reading? A spell book?”

Angus shook his head. “Oh no. It’s Grandpa Harry’s diary. He left it to me after his death. Every once in a while I read it to to keep mind remembering advice on subjects and lessons he learned from his own mistakes.” He said.

James stared at him. “Oh. I never knew he had wrote a diary.”

Angus nodded closing the book. James looked at the cover it was a plain red leather bound thick book with gold gilded pages. “Neither did I until he died. I met him a few times before he died. He was just a regular English guy. He asked me to consider a simple career path and widening my education beyond being a great wizard. He said I should consider being a great Angus.”

“What did you say to him?” James asked.

“I told him to go screw himself. I was going to live my life the way I damned well wanted to become a greater wizard then he ever was.” Angus said with a grin. “While I failed to become a great wizard. I think I have made a bit of legend of myself if not greater then the him then at least equal to Grandpa Harry.”

James stared at Angus. “You did not say that to him? Did you!?”

Angus still grinning pointed to James’ breakfast. “Finish your breakfast James. We got a job to finish. We’re going to head out and get that dammed stone for the Count.”

James Potter and The Court of Owls Chapter 10

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James and Angus had been walking on the road in silence for half an hour. James looked at Angus who seem perfectly at ease.

“Dad. Did you just pick this road for us to have a moment of privacy to talk a bit before we move on to the next location?”

Angus held up two fingers. I nodded. “Not really. There was supposed to be a location out here for us. It’s gone now. So I used this opportunity for me to answer your questions as best as I can. We’ll be moving on to the next location. I’m just waiting a bit trying to get my baring and-”

Angus turned pushing James behind as he drew his peacemaker and fired. An explosion of a fire storm shot out of the noose of his weapon as another blast of dangerous magical energy came racing toward them. Both spells met clashing. Angus stood his ground as the ground shook with the clash of masters contended in a duel for supremacy over the other.

Angus snarled as blood came from his nose. “Damn it.” He said as he started being pushed back and the spell came closer toward them.

James shook head. “Dad.”

Angus shook his head. “I got it.” He said and lifted his other hand that was glowing gold. He pointed two toward his enemy and a circle of light surrounded him.

James stared at him wide eyed. “Holy shit!”

Angus smiled. “Damn straight.” He spoke in an echoing voice before golden flames came out of his weapon punching against the dark magical energy. The golden flames quickly overpowered the dark power. A second later there was a loud scream and the battle was over.

James stared wide eyes at Angus. Angus turned to him holstering his weapon. There was still an afterglow of golden energy around his body as he smiled at James. “That was scary. I’m a bit of energy for the moment we’ll have to walk over toward that jackass that tried to sneak up on us. We maybe able to get something off him that will help us.” He said turning and started walking back down the road.

James was frozen for a few a seconds until his father looked back. He started following after him just then. Down the road they could see a body on the ground dressed in dark robes.

“What the hell was that spell he used?” James asked.

“Avada Kedavra.” Angus said frowning. “He was pretty strong one too by the amount of energy he put into it. Still he was a bit slow on the draw. If he had been faster he would have caught us in the back.”

James shook his head. “How did you know? How? I didn’t even hear him speak it.”

Angus shrugged his shoulders taking out another sandwich from the bag. “Nether did I son. I just felt the spell go off.”
James flinched. “You felt the spell go off?”

Angus nodded chewing on his sandwich. “Yep. It’s something I picked up in part from being unlucky enough to get myself into some dumb situations like this over time so I had to pick up a means of being alert when a spell like that goes off into this realm of existence.”
James frowned at him. “Did you learn it from your master in The Wuixa?

“Yes. Master Chen had interesting way of instructing me toward listening for shift when magic is activated.” Angus said with a grin. “It was not easy learning it.”
James shook his head at Angus. “I don’t understand what I just saw. I thought your weapon just shot fireballs or bullets and then I see you firing off a type Fiendfyre spell and then it changes to golden flames. How?!”

Angus shook his head. “I wasn’t using a spell. It was pure wuixa flame element. It’s the element I can work best through the peacemaker. however lightning element would have worked better just as well.”

James frowned and started to say something but Angus drew out his peacemaker. He followed Angus’ lead pulling out his wand and looking around for danger as they slowly approached the body of the wizard on the ground.

“Why did he attack us like that?” James whispered.

Angus shook his head. “He was probably put here to watch for us and he’s dark wizard. Killing people is what they do best. There are no rules in battle. Be watchful but relax a bit so you can be quick to draw on attacker.” He said as they quickly neared the body on the ground.

“Yes, Sir.”

Angus had the peacemaker aimed at the body frowning at it. He noticed the wand was still in hand of the wizard on the ground. “Your in a lot a pain. I expect. I could relieve you of that pain right quick if you want.”

There was no response. James frowned but kept his eyes darting around. He didn’t know what Angus was about but he kept to his assignment.

“Listen. I don’t fault you for sneaking up on my back door to put me down. It’s the name of the game but you tried to kill my son and good buddy over here. I’m willing to let you go though if you tell me who stole the stone from The Count. I don’t want it personally. This is just a job to me.”
No response.

“I know. I know. Your thinking I’m talking out of my ass but I’m being real with you Mr. Killer. I just want to finish this job and get back to my business and spending time with my son. You’re probably feeling sore about loosing to an American Magi but it is what it is. No fault on your end. I been around. I learned some stuff from the Wuixa.”

The wizard opened his eyes staring up at Angus. “The Wuixa do not welcome outsiders of the West into their sect with your power and name. How did you learn holy light?”

Angus smiled. “My Master Chen taught me. He took a liking to me because I made him laugh and I am a very patient man.”

“Damn you.” The wizard cursed Angus. “Damn you and your entire mudblood family legacy. Your are a disgrace to the pure bloods and magical world.”

“Tell me where your master is and where I can find him or I’ll destroy your wand and leave you here for wild animals or the next passing dark wizards to play with. I’m not leaving without the information. We can do this kindly or I can squeeze the information out of you. I’ll do it. Don’t push me. But besides all that. I won. You lost. It is what it is. You know the rules of the game” Angus said cold.

“Your a liar. You have defeated me. My wand is yours.” He said.

“I don’t want your wand. I don’t need it. In fact I want you to keep. You can work out. Build your muscles and maybe one day you’ll be strong enough to attack me from behind again and or catch me with my pants down on toilet. Then you can pat yourself on back for much of a strong brave pure blood you are.” Angus said and then snorted in to laughter.

James flinched shaking his head. He said nothing but kept his eyes on watch for danger.

“Damn you, Dragon of the West. Damn you to hell. He said I’d never be able to beat you but I had to try. His name is Hector Wells. You can find him in the East Coast City of the Capital of the congress. Now leave me to my failure and disgrace.”

“James. Grab hold.” Angus said holding out his hand he kept his gaze on his target and peacemaker leveled on the wizard on the ground.

James pocketed his wand and grabbed a hold on Angus’ arm.

James Potter and the Court of Owls Chapter 8

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James and Angus sat with their great great aunt in-law Hermione Granger Wesley in the back the store at long reading and study desk to sat down for chat while Luna went to go make some tea for them in the back of storeroom.

James was jittery the longer Luna stayed in the back to make tea. Angus cleared his throat and James looked toward him to both Angus and Hermione were staring at him with amused smiles.

“What?”

Angus shook his head at him. “I don’t think your going to make it as a political figure son. I can read every thought your making by looking at your face.”
James started and stared wide eyed at his father. “Dad. Are you a master of Legilimens as well as the wusxia arts?”

Angus snorted. “I’m not a master of Legiliments though I do know a bit it and I’m inclined toward Occlumency. No I’m just noting your body lanague and how you keep looking toward the back. You look like your wondering what’s taking Luna so long with the tea and I did notice how you seem to have known Luna previously.”

James stared wide eyed at his father. “I thought you said you weren’t performing Legilimens on me. How could you know all that without using magic?”

Angus only smiled. “There’s more then one way to control someone or understand how a person is thinking without magic son. It’s just a bit of guessing and knowing how people think depending on their age gender.”

“Hmm. Interesting. So you’ve studied psychology and mentalism.” Hermione said turning to Angus.

Angus shrugged. “I have studied psychology but mentalism isn’t real it’s just using a form of mental tricks and psychological word suggestions.”

Hermione grinned at him. “Your a lot more adaptable and book smart then Harry was. He would be proud of the magi you have become.”

James stared wide mouthed while Angus shook his head. “I don’t know about that Aunty Hermione.”

“When did you become a master of The Wuxia. I thought you only studied under them for only two years before you came back. Their books and spells engineering are so lovely to look at and read. When are you going to take James to see them? It must be soon. You most bring me back another one of their books for copying. I so do love-”

Angus put a finger to her lips gentle and smiled at her. “Give me a turn in the conversation though I love your mind works. I still want to answer your first two questions.” He said gentle.

Hermione blushed and leaned back away from his finger. Angus stared at her. “As I told you before. I’m still twenty years away from becoming an expert let alone a master. I plan to take James over to visit my master, six months from now. I don’t know if I can bring you another book to study though. What have you done so far with what I brought over to you the last time I returned from the Wuxia?”

Hermione pursed her lips. “I’ve made a little progress in understanding it. My sons, grandsons are farther along then me and my youngest great great son is already thinking about making a trip over the wuxia audition for a chance to train in the hidden temple. Why did you come to see me?”

Angus opened his mouth only stop as someone knocked on the front door loudly. They saw Luna come suddenly into the room with a tray of a tea kettle and five cups on it. He smiled started pouring a cup of tea for them as they waited for Luna to let in whoever it was that had come.

“I came to see you for one and I wanted to pick your brain on all the current gossip going on in the world you know.” Angus said in conversational mode.

“I see. Hmm.” Hermione said quietly.

James was frowning and folded his arms as Luna opened the door and in walked in a young lady with straight platinum blond hair that fell to her hips. She was dressed in black dress with a pink belt around her thin waistline and she had long expensive leather pink knee high boots on. She looked. She was staring between James and Angus kept pursing her lips and had her hands cupped together.

Angus waved to her. “Hello, aren’t you a pretty young lady. Would you to join us for some tea?” He asked.

“Yes. Yes. I very much would thank you.” She said lightly.

She walked over with quickly and stood close beside James who was frowning folding his arms across his chest. Angus was smiling though. “So how you to know each other?”

James nodded stiffly. “Yes. We met at HogWarts and became friends second year. Mara this is my father Angus Potter the patriarch of the house of Potter. Dad this is my school friend Mara Scamander. She’s Luna’s grand daughter. Mara has been head girl in house Gryffindor for six years. She’s a specialist in dueling and historian in magical history. Mara helped me out a lot in my studies.” He said.

Angus nodded his head. “So did you two have a falling out?”

“No.” They both said.

Angus nodded. “So. Do you trust Mara?”

“Yes. I do. She won’t tell anything that is going on here. She’s just like younger version of Luna.” James said still frowning and looking uneasy.

Angus nodded. “That’s all I needed to hear. Aunty Hermiona. What do you know about a man named The Count of New Jersey.” He asked and then poured her a cup of tea.

Hermiona readdressed her large glasses before taking the cup and sipping before speaking. “Hmm. Well. He’s a real count for one. That’s just what he changed his name to. Wait a bit.” She paused before taking out her wand and the moved the tea tray and cups aside with wave of her wand.

“Informational-Expand-Dio.” She spoke with a wave of her hand a large leather bound book appeared on the desk.

Hermiona waved her hand again and the book opened and leafed through to a page of titled Count Jersey. A picture of the Count appeared along with description of early life and history.

James frowned as he saw the information change on the page slightly adding or editing information to something else. “Why is it changing like that?”
“It’s updating dear. Information changes you know as time goes by and new changes or marriages happen. So D.A has to keep records current. Let’s see here.”

Hermiona looked down on the page flicking her finger over it upward more information came and picture disappeared.
“Hmm. Let’s see. Alright what do you need to know Angus? I have everything you would need to know about this gentleman’s hobbies to reasons his last two marriages failed. It wasn’t because of lack of gold.”

Angus grinned at her. “I just need a report on his art and treasure collection at the beginning of the year and a list of his enemies.”

Hermiona placed her finger and then began to highlight a paragraph before tapping the highlighted section and then with a wave of her two pages appeared in Angus’ hand. He was looking them over as Hermiona glared at the book as she flicked through information and then stopped.

“So Ava has attached herself to the Count recently. Interesting.” She said but her voice sounded more annoyed.

Angus nodded started to get up after taking a drink of tea. “Come on son. We have to get going. We’re on the clock. Say goodbye to your friend.”
James nodded and turned to Mara who gave him several kisses on his lips before hugging his neck tightly. “I’m going to marry you. We’re going to married don’t forget that. Your all mean.” She said in a dreamy singing tone.

Angus frowned and tapped her shoulder. Mara looked at him. He whispered something and waved a hand in front of her face.

“Dad. She’s just very affection loving toward me. It’s fine.” James said calmly.

Mara tightened her arm around his neck. “What’s wrong?”

Angus smiled. “Nothing. When I get a chance. I would love to have a game chess with your father when I get a chance. Tell him I will send him an Owl.”

Mara grinned and nodded. “Thank you so ever much.”

James sighed and came to his feet with Mara still holding his neck. He carefully unwound her arms from his neck. He nodded to her. “I will see you in six months. I am training under my father right now and I have to start my new job with my mother’s company. So please stay calm and concentrate on your studies and work.”

Mara stared at him. “I can do my work anywhere. That’s why I picked my field of study. Can you not give me promise. Something.”
James looked at his father but Angus was digging in his bag and then brought out a red cloak. He stared at it as Angus held it out to him.

“James. It’s your choice. If she makes you happy then she makes you happy. You can figure out the rest before the wedding.”

“What about mother?”

Angus shook his head. “Your a man now. Your choice. I made mean younger then you and never have I regretted it once.”

James sighed but reached out and took the cloak. Mara frowned in confusion until he offered it to her. “This is my family’s treasure and legacy. It’s all I have to give you as a promise. If you take then the first you’ll have to give it to will be our son.”

Mara burst into tears and hugged his neck even more tightly dragging him down to the floor.

James Potter and The Court of Owls Chapter 7

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All four were seated at a table with James and Angus seated together and Ava and Nickolas facing them. James used to hiding his emotions in front of strangers smiled but he was quiet as the atmosphere felt strange but bot Angus and Ava acted like old friends reconnecting.

Angus turned to Nickolas. “Count. Your letter was rather vague on details of the item that was stolen from you. If you could give me just a little more details on what it is and when you noticed it stolen then I can get to finding the item and the possible thief or thieves that stole it from you.”

Nickolas studied Angus’ face closely and he nodded his head. “Of course I meant the letter to be a little vague being I didn’t want to entirely trust the details the relaying of it into letter no matter the magical protection and wards you have on your owl. Ava if you would be so kind as to present the file to Mr. Potter.”

Ava bowed to him slightly and with a twist of her a few whispered words barely heard her wand appeared in her hand. She spoke barely above a whisper again and a document folder appeared in Angus’ hands.

“Thank you, Ava. Alright. Let’s see what we have here.’ Angus said almost to himself as he unfolded the document and started quickly scanning the contents humming lightly. He stopped on one page frowned and brought it out. It was large page moving photo of private home museum that was wrecked while men in dark scarlet trench jackets looking around the area scanning it with their wands.

“How many Aurors do you have on your case currently?” Angus asked carefully.

“I have five. A great many value items and relics of the past were taken from my private collection. None as important as the one you will be seeking and the wizard and killing for the annoyance he has caused me.” He said firmly.

The Count glanced at James. “Mr. Potter. I found it very odd that your father introduced you as James Potter. Yet, your mother has referred to you as Harry Potter. A name sake of your ancestor the one lived and slayer the Dark Lord.”

James was used to this type of behavior. “My father named me James Potter Heir to the house of Potter, defender of the old true ways, The last Hallow of the past.. So that is my official house name and title. My mother can call me whatever name she pleases. It is her right. It is the name she gave me in respect to my ancestor and her hopes for me becoming a great Auror as my ancestor was in his day.”

He said speaking in calm tones. Though his voice didn’t carry the same echoing power as his father it was clear and direct.
The Count nodded stiffly and tried for a social smile. “Yes. Yes. I did forget that his career in the ministry as a Auror had been impressive after his defeat of the Dark Lord. Would you or your father care for a drink or something to eat before you and your father head off to your task for me?”

James looked at his Angus was smiling but shaking his head at The Count. “My apologies, Count but we’ll have to get going so we can handle your case.” He said.

The all started to rise from their seats. The Count shrugged and waved them outside back the way they had entered the restaurant. “I will live you to it then. Oh. I do apologies if the announcement of my engagement to Ava came as a surprise to you Mr. Potter.” He said addressing Angus.

Both James and Ava looked toward Angus. Angus shook his head. “No need to apologies Count. Ava is her own woman and entitled to her own happiness. I wish you both well.” He said with nod of his head. “We’ll be off then.”

James felt it again. Unease. He glanced at his mother one last time to her smile. “Mother. I will see you soon.” He said and leaned toward her.
Ava met him half way the distance and he kissed her cheek. “I love you. Obey your father.” She said to him.

James nodded. “I will. I love you to.” He said and followed Angus out the way they had come in.

Angus wrapped his around James pulling him close while James notice his father hand a hand on his peacemaker. His father shook his head. “Close your eyes son. Nothing bad is going happen to you.”

James obeyed and they went into apparition. The feeling twisted apart to being pulled into yourself was worse because short period he had to rest his mind from it but soon enough they were somewhere else. James forced his eyes opened as Angus took his hand leading him into a store front shop.


James head hurt but kept quiet about it because seemed physically upset about finding out about Ava’s engagement. “I didn’t know mom was getting married.”

“She isn’t getting married, son.” Angus said in a distracted voice going to the front of the store and started looking around the small bookstore.
James froze. “What do you mean? Your not going to do something to him are you?”

Angus looked at him and shook his head. “What?! Of course not. Son. Listen. We’re going to finish this job as fast as humanly possible send the item to that jackass by Owl and hopefully your not going to be connected to anything related to him. Remember son. You only met that man once in passing. We have nothing to do with him and ill feelings for him. Understand?!”

James stared at him. “Dad. You looked you were going to kill him.”

Angus snorted and shook his head. “Son. I don’t care about that little shit. He’s an obvious jealous hater and an annoying fan boy still whining and moaning about his idol being blasted to hell by my grandpa when he was seventeen. What a joke?!” He said laughing loudly.

James stared at his father and then burst out into laughter. “Dad. You can’t be serious.”

“Son. Riddle’s fanboys always call him the Dark Lord or refer to us as the descendants of the slayer of Dark Lord. They never call it for what it is. They all have the same damn pattern. They simply just don’t get.”

“What is it then?” James asked paused in middle of his laughter.

Angus had that glint in his eyes and stared at his son with a spark gaze and a funny grin on his lips. “Tom Riddle was a middle aged psycho that had been taken out by a seventeen year old wizard because he was a loser. His fanboys can’t accept the facts. Grandpa Harry beat him in the duel but Albus Dombledore and Severus Snape assassinated his ass with a daring nerve and a cunning planning.”

James nodded silently and patted his chest with his fist at the same time Angus did in memory of the true heroes that saved the wizarding world in the last war. He looked around the book store in question. “Why did you bring us here? Where are we by the by.”

“London!” Angus grinned. “Where here to get some information and visit an old friend while we have the time.”

“What’s noise?”

They turned to the back to see a two elderly females one with wild orange and gray long hair with large glasses on her in brown dress on and her companion a slim woman with blond hair and gray blue eyes that studied them both in surprise.

Angus grinned coming over as they’re stared at him in shock. “Aunty Hermione. You’re looking good. I wasn’t expecting to see the wonderful Luna with you as well. I’m back.” He said coming over to them.

They cried hugging and laying kisses on his face and head as they cried. James stood in place surprised and not knowing what to do. Though he hadn’t met his great great aunt in-law before he had met Luna.

Luna looked over at him and put a finger to her lips giving him a wink and waved him over. James nodded and quickly over to join in the greeting.

James Potter and The Court of Owls Chapter 5

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Angus had finished up repairs for the day on the front of the house and then he headed to his workshop at the back of the house. James had made himself and his father two beef sandwiches and two bottles of butter beer and carried them out to Angus on a large platter.

Angus’s workshop used to be a barn he had later converted into armor and workshop to build his weapons. The large doors were open as Angus stood by his work desk cleaning his weapon. Angus had on a leather apron and a genuine smile on his face as he saw his son.
“Hello. Sandwiches on your birthday for your old man. You must have something big to ask me.” He said with a grin. He took one of the sandwiches when James offered it to him and bite into it and nodded his thanks to his son.

“Alright son. What’s on your mind?” Angus said after finishing his sandwich in four bites and opening his bottle of butter beer.
James smiled. “Several things. I got questions though before I ask you.”

Angus shook his head. “Just ask me. It’s the happiest day of my life. So take advantage of the situation.” He said.
James nodded. “Okay. Ah. I want to become as powerful as you are. Can I be your apprentice?” He asked.

Angus put his bottle down and grabbed his son in a tight bear hug and patted his back. “You just made my day even brighter. Of course. Of course. It would be my honor to teach you my craft.” He said and pulled away to grin at his son. “Okay. Give me your questions.”
James stared at his father. “That’s it?”

Angus nodded. “Yeah. That’s it. We’ll get started today and by the time you reach my age you’ll be stronger then your old man when I become a gray beard. Go head ahead ask me your questions. I’m all game for answering you if I can.” He said with a chuckle.
James very much doubted that he would be stronger then his father when Angus advanced to a gray beard in power. Though he was smart enough not to say it. He smiled. “Why did you stop using your wand?”

Angus lost a bit of the light in his eyes at the question but he nodded. “I had a wand at one point when I was a wizard. I’m a magi now and my profession is weapons smith.”
James frowned. “Was? Dad you still are a wizard. I saw you use magic.”

Angus shrugged leaning back against his work desk and crossing his muscled arms across his broad chest. “I’m an American magi now but to answer you question I lost it in a duel. So I had to figure out another way of living. I traveled around spent some time in the wuxia and got a part time job here from an old soldier friend of mean.”

“The Wuxia?” James frowned tapping a finger to his chin. “I know that name from somewhere but I can’t remember. Who are they?“

Angus sighed. “The wizards of the far east as western Wizards call them. Wuixa is their proper name. They taught me a bit of the ancient ways before I came here and my friend helped me buy my ranch and get some employment going to start my weapons repair, trade and customizing business. Anymore questions.”

James pursed his lips. Angus snorted in laughter. “Come on son. Give them to me.”
James grinned. “Okay. Obvious question why didn’t you get a new wand?”

Angus sighed shrugging his shoulders. “Once a wizard loses his wand well you know.” He said shaking his head.
“Buying or winning a new wand isn’t the same. Wand chooses the wizard. So I had to let it go and search for another means of making magical contract of channeling.” He said and then picked up his butter beer to take another drink.

James frowned and studied his father. “What do you mean by magical contract of channeling?”

Angus held out his hand. “Can I see your wand for a bit. I’m not claiming it and this is not a duel.” He said.
James frowned at him but he took out his wand and passed it over to his father. James felt the wand come alive in Angus’ hand.

“Easy now. Calm down. I just want to teach your master a bit of knowledge. I don’t need your kind. The peacemaker chose me.” Angus said.

James stared as he realized Angus was talking to the wand. “Dad.”

Angus held up a finger. “You feel it don’t you. That easy feeling the wand is having just being held in my grasp. Have you ever let any of your girlfriends at school hold your wand?”

I shook my head. “No and I don’t have girlfriends I just have girls I’ve been interested in before. One my friends and professor Longbottom have held my wand before. It never reacted like this. Can I have my wand back?”

Angus handed it back to him with a nod of his head. “That was another issue for why I don’t use wands anymore. A funny thing. Wands know I don’t need them anymore. Anymore questions though.”
James started to shake his head but looked at the hybrid weapon on the work desk. “What is that?”

Angus glanced at his weapon. “Looks like a mogul weapon of war to me. It’s a engineered copy of a non-magical weapon. I call it 1911SC or the peacemaker for short.”

James shook his head. “It’s not just a simple copy of non-magi weaponry is it?” He said and started to reach for weapon as it glowed ruby red but Angus caught his wrist stopping James from touching it. He looked at his father.

Angus shook his head. “Your right. The peacemaker isn’t non-magi at all and neither is it a wizard kind hybrid. Remember the wand chooses the wizard. The reverse is true for this weapon. The magi chooses the peacemaker but it’s a mutual partnership. Do you wish to be a great powerful wizard?”

“Yes. I do. I’ll do whatever it take to achieve my goals. I must become a great wizard.” James said.

Angus smiled and quickly picked up his weapon and holstered it at his side. “Good. I can teach you what I’ve learned and help you become a great wizard.”
James picked up his sandwich and took two large bits from it suddenly feeling very hungry all of a sudden. A question suddenly came to him as Angus grinned at him.

“Are you a wuxia master? What is the far east magical world like?”

Angus’ pursed lips shook with held back laughter. “It is a wonderful place. I am not a master by any means it would take me well over a hundred years before I achieved the level of my former master Zhao Chen. If you do well in your training over next six months then I will take you to see Chen and do a bit of exploring in the hidden temple in the hidden forest. Is there anymore questions you got because I got two questions for you now.”
James had dozens or so questions swimming in his head but he wasn’t in rush now. He was free from school now and he had time to ask his father as many questions as he wanted. “I have dozens more questions but you can ask me your questions.”

Angus nodded. “So ah you got a girl your interested in?”

James chewed on his food a little before speaking. “Ah yeah. I talked my marriage plans over with mom and sense it is important event for the family to decide for myself-”

“So you do have a girl?” Angus said.
James flinched back frowned. “I didn’t say that.”

Angus chuckled. “I heard the sub text in the middle James. I was your age. I knew your mother was the one for me in 2nd year. I never let up until she accepted the fact. Okay you don’t have to tell me who she is yet. No. Don’t lie. I know when your about to lie. Second question what are you going to do for a living?”
James pursed his lips. “I plan to gain power like you and I have political aspirations to become the president.”

Angus nodded. “Continue.”

“I’m going to work for mom in her company in her magical spell engineering in between my training with you and my drive to gain power both politically and martially.”

Angus held up a finger. “Always remember son. Whether you choose to marry your girl or the one your mother chooses it just ain’t going to be a simple thing for you. I understand your reasons for keeping her hidden but eventually you’ll have to tell your mother. Two, I expect you to do your best while working for your mother. Don’t coast by on your ass or what your great great grandfather did. Do your best. Make your own legend. Three, you go for political power you have no friends but your family. One slip up and it’s over. So be sure of what you want. Position means nothing if the power behind the position isn’t yours by right. No one can give you power.”

James nodded. “Mother says you will be the most powerful wizard in the following decades when you come into your full power. Is this true?”

Angus shrugged. “I don’t know what will happen in the future. There are many powerful wizards and magi in the world.”

“Are you one of them?” James pushed.

“Yes.” Angus answered.

“Why aren’t you the president then? Why haven’t you taken control over America?” James asked.

“I don’t need the position. I already have power.” Angus said and stared at his son. “Power is power. No position can grant you that. You to have power first. It cost me a high price to learn what my father and brothers failed to learn. I’m telling you this now so that when someone comes to you and offers you a devil’s bargain for your soul you will know the proper response.”

James Potter and the Court of Owls Chapter 3

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James jumped at the sound of someone knocking on front door. He noticed that Angus didn’t move but his focused had locked in the direction of the front entrance.

“Are you expecting a guest?” James asked.

“No one but your mother or Professor Longbottom are welcome on my property and both them have a key so they wouldn’t be any need for them to knock. Hold on!” He said and walked over to his bookcase easing a book from the shelf and removing it. He looked inside and opened it to remove his 1911SC and silver magazine.

He checked the magazine that was loaded with ruby glowing bullets and then he eased it inside the weapon. James noticed that the hybrid magi/non magi weapon glow for a second before it returned to normal.

The presence of danger around Angus intensified making the hairs on James arms and neck stand up. Angus had changed.


James took out his wand, that was blue Horn Snake core but Angus held up his hand. “That won’t work. Put that away. I need you to stay in here. I’ll deal with it and come back.”

James frowned. “I got top marks in dueling and mother paid to have me tutored by retired Aururs in London. I can help.”

Angus smiled looking at his son. James stared at the cold stare. James stared back holding his father’s steal gaze. Angus nodded then as the knocking continued. “Your man now. So you got your say. Just remember. Follow my orders. Don’t use any any disarming spell if your going to use that thing then you better intend on harming or to kill because whoever is at the door is intending on doing the same to you.”

James nodded. “Yes Sir.”

Angus started forward with his Hybrid weapon aimed in front of him and that level of dangerous energy around him expanding out as he went on the hunt.

James frowned as new strange understanding of his father came to him from where he didn’t know but he trusted in the knowledge knowing it to true. They came to the front as whoever was at the door continued knocking with persistent knock though not overall pushy.

“Turn around and leave my propriety you are not welcome here.” Angus said in a commanding and dominating voice.

“Angus! It’s Ava. Honey my key doesn’t work. Will you let me in.” Ava voice called from the other side.
Angus stopped James from going to the door with a raised hand. “If you have the key it should work just fine for Ava. I need you to turn around and leave my property. I will not repeat myself.”

“Angus I-”

The door was blown apart. Angus fired his weapon. A fireball of gold flames and electrical energy came out the nose of his weapon hitting whoever it was in the chest and sending them flying backward outside.
James stared in shocked surprised. He had never seen anything like that show of raw power in duel or sparring match.

“Easy son. It ain’t over. It’s coming back.” Angus said calmly.

“It?! What?” James began but stopped as feeling fear shook him to his core at the tall figure that came back inside through the whole in the front of the house. The creature was in the figure of a tall man but wrapped up in a cloak of darkness and then suddenly it was Professor Longbottom stood before them.

“James I came to-Ah!” The creature screened as Angus fired another fireball of lightning hitting it in the body and setting it on fire this time. The creature screamed and screeched out in horrible blood chilling sound of pain and rage.

“James. You going to use that wand or pick your nose with it?” Angus said in deadpan serious voice that woke up James from his stupor.

“Dad. What the hell is it?” James asked.

“Dementor of course.”

“What?!”

Angus nodded as he studied the creator. “The court of Owls sent me to hunt down the last remaining of their new breed that had come over from the old country. I thought I got them all that’s why I came back early form my job. Well if you not going to do anything I’d best.”
James straitened up away from his father and thought of one spell. Raising his wand he pointed at the focusing his mind on the happy memories of he had of being with his mother and father all together and shooting at the gun rang home.

“EXPECTO PATRONUM!”

Ah loud bang came from his wand as a pale blue horned snake flew out of his wand’s end and slivered around the room and around the Dementor wrapping around it smothering it in it’s body before biting down on it.
The Dementor roared in pain before exploding into pure light as Angus fired one more time at the deadly creature and exploding it into nothing.
Angus finally turned to face James and nodded to him. “A bit slow but you did good for your first battle. A horned Serpent Patronus. Nice. You’ll make a fine Auror.”

James stared at his father. “Who are the court of Owls? Are they a magi para-military group in the Magical congress of magic?”
Angus grimaced but he shook his head. “Yes and no. The President is the primary Chief of the court.” He said in a somber tone.
James frowned. “I’ve never heard of the Court of Owls. They must have been established recently.”

Angus smiled shrugging his shoulders. “In a way yes. Listen son. I think you should have a talk with your mother today and hear her out on her job offer.” He said.

James studied his father closely. “Okay so does Mother know about the Owls?”

Angus sighed. “I don’t believe so. But, son I think it would best you didn’t mention anything regarding the Court to your mother. It’s not that I want you to keep secrets from your mother but I’m not really ab liberty to reveal any of this to the general magi public.”


James stared at him. “Okay. But would it be okay for me to ask you questions regarding the Court of Owls?”

Angus stared at him. His lips shook a little. “If your new gift you’ll find out eventually and your witness to me finishing a execution order then it’s okay. But, please remember not to reveal this to anyone else outside of you me and a member of the Court of Owls. I got your word on it.” Angus said and held out his hand.

James smiled taking his father’s hand. “I promise not to tell mother or anyone else not associated with the Court of Owls. I got one more question though. How do I use back sight?!”

Angus opened his mouth then closed it. “Ask your mother she’s much more smarter on the subject and I got a lot of repair work to do now on the house.”

James Potter and the Court of Owls Chapter 2

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James Potter opened his eyes when he felt his father’s rough hand rubbing his head gentle to wake him up. Visions from his dreams still haunted him. It had to be just a dream. It couldn’t be real. It couldn’t be. It went against everything he had been told about how he had come to live with his father. He stared up his father.

Angus Potter had bruised face. He scars lined his face and a deadly presence of danger seemed to hover around him. James studied his father.
“Hey Dad. Your back sooner then you said you would be. How did your mission go?”
Angus shook his head. “Nevermind about my work. It’s over and done until the next job. Anyway, Happy Birthday. Your sixteen now. I got a letter for you from Professor Longbottom. He told me you finished top marks of your class. Much better then your old man. You got offers for a job at the ministry in London.
I think you should give em a look. Your mother sent you a letter to and would like to have a talk with you about a job at her company. You’re a man today. You’ve done good I’m proud of you. Get washed. I’ll make your breakfast.” He said before giving James a pat on the head and laying a letter on James’ chest.

Angus turned and started to walk away. James noticed a his father limp a little as he walked away. James lay in his bed for a few moments trying to sort through the dream and wondered. He sighed and got out bed heading the bathroom washed up and got dressed in his room.
James stared at his own image in the mirror and wondered what he was doing worrying about some strange dream. He was of age now. He had plans. Grand plans and the world ready and willing to support those dreams and the position he had been looking to be in.
He was sixteen. He was going to become an Auror like his great great grand father rise up the ranks in magical wizard world and then become prime minister of the magical world and change the world for the better. He had had a few bumps along the way with being put into house Slytherin by the sorting hat but he had used the skills and charm to raise above the misstep and gain alliances and friendships in all four houses.
His course was set. His mother had guided him and helped him perfect his plan to raise to the position his legacy demanded. He had even changed his name and accents to fit in. There was nothing stopping him from achieving his goal.

“James. James. Son. Come on down before your breakfast gets cold.”

“James!” James said his real name as he looked in bedroom mirror and the dream still haunted him. His father never said a word when he decided to publicly change his name to Harry or any decision he did. He supported him and only advised him to be careful and be willing to take the consequences of his actions and the outcome of his choices would lead him down to.

However, there was a great many things Angus didn’t tell him. James thought about his conversations with his mother and her stories about the great legacy he came from and the legends of ancestors greatness. She failed to mention however what happened to his grandfather and uncles.
No. James shook his head. It was just a dream. It had to be just a dream. The feeling wouldn’t go away though. James had to find out the truth whatever it was because he had a feeling that if didn’t he might fail in his plans.
James didn’t hurry down stairs but he walked down stairs heading to the kitchen where his father was placing eggs, bacon and pancakes onto two plates for the both of them.

Angus looked up with grinning face and then froze at the sight of James’ face. “Are you okay son?” He asked in concern.
James forced a smile on his face and nodded. “I’m just a little nervous dad. Thanks for breakfast it smells good.”

Angus flinched. “Your using your normal voice today. You sure your okay?” He asked in concern.

James nodded and came over to give his father a one arm hug before sitting down. He started getting into his breakfast quickly.
Angus smiled but he was looking at James in concern. He sat down quietly and started into his own breakfast. James ate a little but was silent.

“Son. What’s wrong?” Angus asked.

James looked up. “Tell me the story about how I came to live here with you?” He asked him.

Angus frowned. “Alright. Your got into a bit of jam in some magical world stuff and she had a mutual friend of ours send you over to me while she got it cleared up. Then we decided it would be better for you if you lived with me and she would come and get you when she could for holiday trips and such. Why do you ask?”

James stared at him. “Did Professor Longbottom and Tan Tan bring me to you late one night?”

Angus sat back. “Did he tell you that?”

“No.”

Angus stared at his son. “Yes.”

James started sweating. “Did my mother give you letter?”

“Yes.” Angus said.

“Do you still have it?” James asked.

“Yes.” Angus said.

James stared at his father. “What happened to your father and elder brothers?”

Angus held up a hand. “I’ll tell you, just answer one question for me. How do you know about the letter?”

“I saw Professor Longbottom give you the letter in my dream.”

Angus nodded his head. “I understand. Okay. My father lived in the shadow of Harry Potter for his life. He tried to make a life for himself different but he always managed to get caught up in the Legend of his father and that forced him into becoming Auror and then having political urges. My brothers didn’t fight it. They road that shit like a drug and milked it to get themselves into amazingly dangerously dumb situations. It didn’t well for any of them.”
James’ heart was hammering in his head. “What the hell happened to them?”

Angus stared at him. “My brother Harry died in battle, Henry died by betrayal and my father and brother Nathan died by the hands of the worshipers of the dark lord.”

James glared at his father. “Why didn’t you tell me any this shit until now.”

Angus shrugged. “I couldn’t tell you.”

“You damned well could have-”

“No. I couldn’t have. James. That’s their past. Their fate. You grew up different. You became a Slytherin. You are nothing at all like your great grandfather. You have the choice to forge your own destiny. I never encouraged you to be anything then what you want to be.”

“I want to see the letter.” James demanded.

Angus sighed. “James-”

“No. Please. I need to see the letter.”

Angus sighed and pushed his chair back and got up. James followed him out of the kitchen to Angus’s private study.
Inside the study was an assortment of books and Angus’ weapon designs and maps. Angus went to his desk and opened it with a key and withdrew a the envelop.

James took it quickly opened it and looked at the letter:

My Dear, Angus,
I need you to take care of Harry for me. I have put myself into a position to become high lady in the counsel to the President’s magical council but my enemy’s are afraid of the position this would put our son in. They are right to fear. I have had to kill two assassins this year alone and one of whom I had hired recently as nurse to our son. I know you are disappointed in me for mistake. You did warn me of the danger that would come with birthing the legacy to your great family. I am unable to protect him at present. Do not attempt to come for me. I am fine. I will grow stronger and protect myself. I will prove to you and Harry that I am worthy to in your honorable family. It would better for us to remain distance for the public eyes for the sake of the Potter heir.
I repeat. I am fine. Please protect our son and rise to a position that you can protect him as he rises to the position in the land of his fathers.

Warm affection your love always

Ava Nightingale.

James let the letter slip from his hand and stared at nothing. Angus sighed. “Son. This doesn’t have to change anything your planning for your future.”
James shook his head. “This changes everything. It’s the reason I got the vision of the past. How did I see what happened in the past. I was I able to see that moment. What am I?”

Angus gentle patted James’ shoulder. “Son. Your a back-sight. It’s perfectly normal thing.”

James Potter and the Court of Owls

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He’s the father of the child

United States of America, Texas, Fort Worth

Angus Potter had been sleeping quite soundly in his bed when he head a banging at his front door downstairs. He frowned at the banging and then wondered how in the hell they gotten onto his ranch without the motion sensors hadn’t been set off and alerting to their presence. Damned Wizards.

Angus threw off his blanket as the banging continued and rolled to the side of the bed. He was naked all but for his boxes. He turned on his night lamp that sat on his nightstand and opened a drawer reaching inside for his special made 1911SC. The semi-automatic warmed in his hand and he pushed the release button on the side to discharge the magazine and check that it was loaded and ready to go. The lavender bullets glowed in the deem light.

He got to his feet putting the magazine back in the semi-automatic pistol and started for the open doorway of his bedroom toward the stairs.

“Lights!”

Every house light came on by his command and the house seemed come alive now as it’s master alerted it to possible danger near.

Angus frowned as he looked at his front door and put up his side arm aiming it at the door. “What the hell do you want Wizard? State your business.”

“Angus. Open this damn door this instant. I have something I must address to you.” Neville Longbottom said on the other side of the door.

Angus didn’t move but he did frown in confusion. “I gave a key to professor Longbottom to my house. Why didn’t you use it? What the hell are you doing here anyway? Longbottom never leave HogWarts. Everybody knows that.”

“We have a problem before us Angus. 1) I am an enemy of your family trying to trick you and gain access to your heavily warded property. 2) Something important has happened that has pulled me from my headmaster duties at Hogwarts and you changed your damned bloody lock and forgot to give me a new copy of your house key. You enjoyed multiple choice during school terms. What is the likely answer?”

“Damn it. Hold on.” Angus said as he quickly unlocked the door.

Angus then let in Professor Long Bottom into the house. Longbottom stood before dressed in none magi clothes with trimmed long beard. He wasn’t alone though. A female house Elf dressed in a leather vest and black skirt was with him with a child in her arms and two dwarf made swords behind her back.

Angus frowned at the baby and looked at Long Bottom opening his mouth to ask him what the hell he was here for but he froze at the sight of his family’s magical treasure. The invisible cloak. The ancient treasure of his family.

Professor Longbottom held it out to him. Angus took it and recognized it as his family’s treasure. He looked up at him. “Why do you have this? I gave this to Ava.” He asked.

Longbottom stared at him. “She has returned it back to you and this.” He said and then held out a letter to Angus.

Angus ignored the letter. “What happened to her now?! Is she dead or did she get locked up in Azkaban?”

Longbottom frowned. “She will be on an extended stay at Azkaban for either the next five years or unforeseeable future.”

Angus looked at the baby again and then back at Long Bottom. The older man nodded. “He’s-”

“I know who he is Professor. Did you know? Did she tell you when she-”

“She told me a few hours ago, Angus. Ava is in serious trouble. She has endangered herself and made put her into a position that she will have to resolve as best as she can before the ministry of the magic decision board in Europe.”

Angus was getting angry now. “Your not going to tell me. It most be real embarrassing for your star student.”

“This is not a game. Will you take your child.” He asked and Angus heard something strange in his voice.

Angus shook his head. “I’ll handle it from here.” He said and turned to the house elf.

The Elf grinned up at him and lifted the baby toward him. Angus took his child in his arms. The child was sleeping.

“Ava named him after your grandfather. I think it is fitting he looks very much like Harry. Well minus the scar you know.” Longbottom said trying to add some lightness to his voice.

Angus shook his head. “No. His name is James. I promised my Grandpa I would let it go. I don’t give a damn what Ava was planning. That ain’t the life for my kid.”

Longbottom grimaced. “Angus. You come from an honorable family. Your grandfather Harry was-”

“- a reckless asshole that liked to be to much in the thick of battles but he was lucky enough to live past the countless battles however he passed on that same shit to his children and they’re children. I lost two older brothers and my father who tried desperately to live up to his father’s legacy. My mother didn’t want that for me and I don’t want that for my son. James Potter is going to break tradition and set his own course. This trouble that Ava got herself into was my son there when she made the mistake?”

Professor Longbottom couldn’t lie to save his own ass. I saw it clearly. He shook his head though. “It’s not my place to tell you. It’s in the letter. She explains it all in detail. Angus. He’s your son. So I understand perfectly. When he is ready we will send him the letter.”

Angus grunted and nodded to the door. “It’s time for you and your girlfriend to get going Professor.” Angus said to the shocked faces of both Long Bottom and the house Elf.

“Angus! What the bloody hell are you talking?! Miss Sparkles and I aren’t in intimate relationship.” Long Bottom said in loud nervous exasperated voice.

“Oh dear. Oh dear. Oh dear. Oh dear. Please Sir. Mr. Angus Potter. Don’t tell anyone. Please. It is illegal in the magical it is. Mr. Longbottom will get in trouble because of Tan Tan.”

“Miss Tan Tan. Please. There is no need for such talk.”

Angus nodded his head. “Don’t worry. I wouldn’t dare do so. Goodnight to you.”

TITAN OF THE SIN Chapter 3

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It was late into the night but I could feel the dawn of a new day arriving soon. I opened my eyes to the sight of Aaron moving in a strange dance on the deck of the ship. He was silent and I could barely hear his foot steps and spinning turns on the deck. A sword was in his left hand and a piece of moving rock spun around his body that he was attacking.

“The dirty mud boy is awake.” A soft voice said from my right.

I turned to see Adora floating an inch off the deck staring past me to Aaron who was still dancing around the rock he was cutting to pieces. I looked down at Aaron’s feet to see dirt and dust had gathered around him. He had been at his dance for a while yet.

“I’m not dancing.” Aaron said again hearing words in my head I had not yet spoken. He turned to me dropping from his dance to stare at me. “I’m practicing using ground magic and what fighting skills I have learned from my time training in the western Kingdom. We are arriving soon into the borders of our pack lands. Do you feel it?”

“He is nothing Aaron. Nothing but a slave. You are counting to much on father’s instincts. He won’t be able to take what plans you and father have for him. I have a better-“

“Silence.” Aaron commanded her. “Muddy. Come to me.” He said softly. There was something strange in his voice.

I got to my feet and walked over to Aaron. I froze and turned toward a patch of land that was glowing. I felt it. I felt energy from that small patch of land. I heard foot steps behind me and I knew Elmo was behind me. I walked over to stand beside Aaron. He pointed at the land that seemed to vibrate with energy that I felt.

“That is the Sharo. The land of the Sharo pack. The pack your are now apart of now. As long as Elmo of the Sharo exist the Sharo exist.” Aaron said.

“You would be wrong on one point. The Sharo is the land. It’s the people but more importantly. It’s the pack.” Elmo interjected. “As long as there is a Sharo pack and a male Dan, we will always exist. The power of the Sharo however is only for the Dan of Sharo. The Sharo follows the Dan. The power. It is the unexpected thing in a room filled with endless treasures. The one thing that signifies the Dan, set apart from everything else. It is not given to a man. It is taken. Only the true male master can see it, control it and dominant.”

I held out my hand and started to feel it. The energy of ground and land called out to me. “The land is calling to me?” I said.

“Then go to it.” Elmo said. “Aaron. Give Muddy his first lesson.”

Aaron took my hand. “Let’s go. Muddy.” He said and then started running for the edge of the boat. I felt a spark of fear and at the same a feeling of thrill of the pulling from the Sharo to bring me inside. Inside what?

Aaron led me forward and off the edge of the boat. We fell dropping from the sky and then I still felt that pulling grow tighter around my body and jerking me down. Aaron still held my hand tightly in his grip.

“Do you feel it, Muddy?” Aaron asked me.

I nodded. “I do what-“

“Reach for it. Do it NOW!”

I did. I reached for whatever it was that was pulling. I caught it with whatever spark was in me. “I’ve got it. I’ve got it.” I said in excitement.

“Good. Let’s test out your theory.” Aaron said before he let go of my hand.

I felt something drop from my hand as I started falling like a rock toward the Sharo. I raced and raced down to the ground to the back of large house and then I landed in thick mud. I wasn’t hurt but my body shook as I heard laughter above my head.

I looked up in time to see Adora descending down slowly to the ground with her father beside her shaking his head at me. “Look at the little Mud boy. He’s probably broken every bone in his mortal body.”

Aaron was the first to touch down on solid ground. He wasn’t smiling. He just looked at me with his arms crossed in front of his chest. “Are you hurt? Any broken bones? How’s your head?” He asked me calmly.

I sighed but shook my head. “I’m fine. Strangely I don’t feel hurt at all. I feel good.” I said. I frowned and started rising out of the mud easily to stand in front of my new master and his children. The mud around me became more solid under my feet. I was dirty again but I felt good.

Elmo stared at me and then he nodded his head. “You will learn from Aaron now on all that I have taught him and you will become stronger and master all my tools. You have five years to become something worth living or by the end of that time you will die. Do you understand me?”

Some of the good feeling faded away as it was replaced with fear but I stared up at Elmo and nodded my head. “As you wish master.”

Elmo nodded his head. “Good. Good. I like your acting. You’ll do well until realize what you are. Until then always remember. Power is not given. It is taken. Always remember. Now sense you failed your first test. You will make the attempt again until have successfully come down to the Sharo in the proper manner of a Sharo. Let’s try this again.” He said and held out his hand toward me. His hand glowed red and then I felt a gust of wind knock into my chest.

I was lifted up and up into the sky and high above the large red house then I stopped when Elmo held me up staring at me with his glowing magical eyes.

“Remember. Reach for it. Take a breath and descend. There will be no stopping of this test until you get it right Muddy.”

Elmo dropped his hand and I started to fall again. I screamed as I fell down to the Sharo.

TITAN OF THE SIN: Chapter 1

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Aaron’s tale

Eight-Four years ago

They called me Muddy the slave. They said, I was born in the mud when my parents were barely adults while both my parents worked in the mud pits crafting bricks from straw, hey and the sands of THE SIN. I don’t even remember my parents. All I could remember was my uncle, Straw boy raising me up to form the bricks that would be sold at the market by our masters. I was chained to him along with two others who could have been my male cousins or just slaves sense the days I started to care to remember things. Very few of us got a name from our current master Drakes Moore. We had had several masters over the years sense before and after I came to existence on the farm.

I lived the first part of my life on a mud slaver farm on the farm making bricks with uncle and two other slaves. We lived in the mud. We worked in the mud. We slept in the mud and ate mud cakes and pig slop. I don’t remember what age I was when they called me Muddy but I got the name because I had finally got sick for the last time of eating pig slop and hard brick mud cakes.

I had broken my tooth on a hard cake that was dipped in pig slop that my uncle had made for me to eat so I would shut up about being hungry and make bricks faster. He had laughed in my face only with the other slaves who were busy eating and working at the same time near the end of a work day.

“That out a learn ya to keep to your work boy. Now get back to making those bricks Muddy. It’s about the only thing your good for anyway. We got to get finished for the day or the master will crack the whip against our backs for the delay in our working.” Straw boy said.

“To work.” Quiet Slave said. “The master is bringing someone with him. It looks like he’s to sell another one of us off. To work everyone and be on you best show behavior Straw boy. Muddy get to work.” He said ducking his head down and started working.

I spat out a tooth and threw the mud cake down. I was hungry and angry at Straw boy for the joke he played on me. He held up a brick he had crafted from the mud and straw easily in a few seconds. “Get back to work or I’ll knock out your other teeth.” He warned me.

It was never an empty threat. Straw boy didn’t like me and he enjoyed giving me my extra due of pain more then our master did when ever one of us got out line we all got the snap of the bull whip against our backs. My stomach growled in pain but I turned my face to the mud and started forming the brick mixing it with the sand of THE SIN and straw and threw the brick into the cart. I was only getting more angry now and I was still hungry. I went to work faster then I normally would and pretty soon I was just grabbing up mud and throwing it into the cart and forming it on the cart just to save time.

Straw boy hit me with a mud rock and started beating me like a mad man screaming curses at me. The other slaves tried to calm him down but shook them off him and continued beating me with the brick. I was confused and I didn’t understand what was going on until he pushed my head down in the mud and tried to kill me. Straw boy had attempted to kill me a few times when he lost his hold on his black rage but he always came out of it after a few moments. This time was different though. I could feel it. I realized quickly enough that he wanted to really kill me this time.

I reached for the mud with my mind going into it. I relaxed and let the mud heal my wounds until finally I felt Straw boy’s hands on head slipped away and I could finally raise up and knock him in face the with a heavy sharp rock. Straw boy screamed loudly and fell back and then I felt the crack of the whip hit my back and I fell to my knees. Straw Boy was on me now hands around my throat and choking the life out of me.

I was released finally because Straw boy was being pulled off me. I watched as he eyes grew wide as the bull whip around his neck started choking the life out of him. I saw tears flow from his eyes as he pleaded for mercy in what breathes he could get out. I heard the unfamiliar laughter of another male.

“The boy is a sharp one for working decent enough ground magic. I’ll take em.” He said.

I turned toward the voice of a man. I froze at the sight of tall muscled man with grey hair and dressed in dark brown leather armor. I stared at his burning glowing ruby eyes of our master who stared at me. A slow smile formed on his meaty red face.

A Dan. The other slaves all bowed as he strangled Straw boy to death and then with a quick jerk of his whip the Dan snapped his neck with his bull whip. This was the first time I have seen an immortal. He stared back at me and gave me a nod. “Hmm. Got some spirit in you ya Muddy. I am your new master. They call me Elmo, Dan of Sharo. You are now Muddy of Sharo. My slave.”

Muddy of Sharo. Hmm. This was the first time I had been given a pack name to denote who I was and what pack I hailed from. I bowed to him. “Hello, master. What would you have me do?”

Elmo stared at me and then I felt the brand on my neck burn and change. The chains on my wrists glowed and changed to silver gauntlets. He grinned and then he snapped his fingers another male with a younger face similar to Elmo walked up to stand beside him. He came over and yanked me out the thick mud and walked me over back to Elmo who stared at me as I stared up at him meeting his strange magical powerful gaze.

I remember suddenly that I was supposed to look away out of respect and I did so but Elmo put his fingers under my chin to lift my head up and stare at me. “You’ll do fine for what I intend for you. Aaron my eldest will be your teacher. You will learn from him well or you will die and be of no damned use to anyone but the crows and warms to feast on your dead body. Come. Let’s go.” He said releasing my chin and turned his back and walked away.

Aaron’s hand was still on my arm. He gave me a tug and led the way as we followed Elmo out of the mud farm. I can remember passing my old master who had been bowed to the ground his face pressed down on the mud as we passed. I didn’t look back I just wondered at the strangeness of the Elmo the Dan of Sharo.

Why does his eyes glow so brightly?

“Oh that’s an easy enough question to answer. He’s an immortal.” Aaron of Sharo said answering my question and making me frown in surprise because I hadn’t remembered speaking the question aloud.

I looked at him. Aaron but his eyes were staring at his father’s back. “What is an immortal?” I asked instead of asking about how he knew what I was thinking.

Aaron laughed shaking his head. “Oh no. That is a long story and we haven’t the time to get into it. You have much to learn and I have more then enough things to teach you. Be patient and be attentive because you must learn or you indeed will die.”