Prologue #1
The Elinor's Light Prophecy:Atra en'valen soval en'rena atra"
Ashira thalara, vyshtar'sol'she,
Fyran'sel anira, ta'nara'ka her'lor.
Inya'ris soliarai, ai thelumai'nara'sil,
Lira'val ishara Elinor's haran'sol
Translation:A mother's heart, a wizard's soul,Together they stand, to reach their goal.Through challenges vast, and perils unknown,Elinor's love shall be Harry's own.
Prologue No.1:-
He felt a sudden rush of cold air, followed by a sensation of falling. He heard voices around him, whispering and laughing, but he couldn’t make out what they were saying. He tried to scream, but no sound came out. He reached for his wand, but it was gone. He was alone, helpless, and terrified.
He wondered if this was what death felt like.
He wondered if he would ever see his friends again.
He wondered if Sirius was waiting for him on the other side.
He closed his eyes and waited for the end.
But it never came.
Instead, he felt a gentle touch on his shoulder, and a warm voice in his ear.
“Harry…Harry, wake up.”
He opened his eyes and gasped.
He was in a bright white room that seemed to stretch endlessly, with no walls or doors to confine him. He was lying on a soft bed, covered with a silvery blanket. Next to him, holding his hand, was a woman he had only seen in pictures.
His mother.
“Mum?” he whispered, unable to believe his eyes.
She smiled and kissed his forehead, her eyes shining with joy. “You look so much like me, Harry,” she said, “but you have your mother’s eyes.”
He felt tears streaming down his face. He threw his arms around her and hugged her tightly. He felt her heartbeat against his chest, and her breath on his neck. He felt her love and warmth filling him up.
He felt alive.
“I missed you so much,” he sobbed. “I love you so much.”
“I love you too, Harry,” she said, stroking his hair. “I missed you too.”
They stayed like that for a long time, holding each other and crying. Harry felt a peace and happiness he had never felt before. He felt like he had finally come home.
Then, he heard another voice behind him.
“Hello, son.”
He turned around and saw another familiar face.
His father.
“Dad?” he said, in awe.
His father nodded and smiled. He looked younger and happier than Harry had ever seen him. He had no scars or glasses, and his hair was neat and shiny. He wore a simple white robe that matched his mother’s.
He walked over to the bed and hugged Harry as well. Harry felt another surge of emotion as he embraced his father. He felt his strength and courage flowing through him. He felt his pride and admiration for him.
He felt complete.
“I’m so proud of you, Harry,” his father said, looking into his eyes. “You’ve grown up to be such a brave and noble young man.”
“Thank you, Dad,” Harry said, smiling through his tears. “You’re my hero.”
His father chuckled and ruffled his hair. “You’re my hero too, son.”
They hugged again, then sat down on the bed next to his mother. Harry felt their arms around him, supporting him and comforting him. He looked at their faces and saw their love and joy shining in their eyes.
He felt like he had everything he ever wanted.
But then he remembered something.
Something that made him feel a pang of guilt and sadness.
Something that made him ask a question he dreaded to ask.
“What about Sirius?” he said, lowering his voice. “Is he…is he here too?”
His parents exchanged a glance, then looked at him with sympathy and sorrow.
His mother sighed and shook her head. “No, Harry,” she said softly. “He’s not here.”
Harry felt his heart sink. He felt a wave of grief wash over him. He felt like he had lost something precious again.
“But…but why?” he asked, confused and hurt. “He fell through the veil too. I saw him disappear. I heard him call my name.”
His father put a hand on his shoulder and squeezed it gently. “Harry,” he said seriously. “There’s something you need to know.”
Harry looked at him with curiosity and fear.
His father took a deep breath and continued. “The veil is not a portal to the afterlife, Harry,” he said slowly. “It’s a trap.”
Harry felt a chill run down his spine as he heard his father’s words. He looked at him with confusion and fear.
“A trap?” he repeated, his voice trembling. “What do you mean, a trap?”
His father sighed and looked at him with pity and regret. “Harry,” he said softly. “There’s so much you don’t know. So much we didn’t know. So much that was hidden from us.”
Harry felt a surge of curiosity and anger. He felt like he had been lied to and manipulated all his life. He felt like he deserved to know the truth.
“What are you talking about?” he demanded, his eyes flashing. “What was hidden from us? Who hid it from us?”
His mother put a hand on his arm and tried to calm him down. “Harry, please,” she said gently. “It’s not easy to explain. It’s not easy to hear. But you have to understand that we love you, and we only want what’s best for you.”
Harry looked at her with doubt and suspicion. He felt like he couldn’t trust anyone anymore.
“Then tell me,” he said coldly. “Tell me everything.”
His parents exchanged a glance, then nodded. They took a deep breath and began to tell him the story of his life.
They told him how they were part of a secret society of wizards and witches who fought against a dark lord named Voldemort, who wanted to rule the world with fear and violence.
They told him how they were betrayed by one of their friends, Peter Pettigrew, who sold them out to Voldemort and framed Sirius for their murder.
They told him how they were protected by an ancient magic that sacrificed their lives for his, and how Voldemort’s curse rebounded on him, leaving him weakened and powerless.
They told him how he was taken by Albus Dumbledore, the leader of the Order of the Phoenix, a group of rebels who opposed Voldemort, and how he was placed with his aunt and uncle, who were supposed to treat him as their own son.
They told him how Dumbledore knew that Voldemort would return one day, and how he planned to use Harry as a weapon against him, without telling him the truth about his destiny.
They told him how Dumbledore manipulated Harry’s life, making him suffer and struggle, while keeping him in the dark about his past and future.
They told him how Dumbledore used Harry’s friends, such as Hermione Granger and Ron Weasley, to spy on him and influence his decisions.they also Hermione didn't want to but was threatened by Dumbledore that he would kill her parents if she didn't obey him and as he said.
They told him how Dumbledore arranged Harry’s marriage with Ginny Weasley, Ron’s sister, to ensure that Harry would produce a powerful heir for the Order.
They told him how Dumbledore lied to Harry about Sirius’ death, and how he actually sent Sirius through the veil to another world, where he hoped to find allies against Voldemort.
They told him how Dumbledore planned to sacrifice Harry in the final battle against Voldemort, by making him face a prophecy that said that only one of them could live while the other must die.
They told him how Dumbledore betrayed Harry’s trust, love, and loyalty.
They told him everything.
Harry listened to their words with shock and horror. He felt his world shatter into pieces. He felt his heart break into fragments. He felt his soul burn with rage.
He couldn’t believe what he heard. He couldn’t accept what they said. He couldn’t understand why they did it.
He looked at his parents with disbelief and despair.
“Is this true?” he asked, hoping for a different answer.
His parents nodded sadly and hugged him tightly.
“Yes, Harry,” they said in unison. “It’s true.”
He felt numb and empty as he listened to his parents' story. He felt like he had lost everything he ever cared about. He felt like he had no purpose or meaning in his life.
He looked at his parents with sadness and despair.
"What now?" he asked, his voice hollow. "What do I do now?"
His parents hugged him and kissed him. They looked at him with love and hope.
"You live, Harry," his mother said softly. "You live and you love and you be happy."
"But how?" Harry asked, his eyes wet. "How can I be happy when everyone I loved is gone? How can I live when I have nothing to live for?"
His father smiled and wiped his tears. He looked at him with pride and confidence.
"You have us, Harry," he said firmly. "You have your family. You have your friends. You have your magic. You have yourself. You have so much to live for, Harry. So much to offer the world."
Harry shook his head and looked away. He felt like he had nothing to offer the world. He felt like he had nothing to live for.
He felt like he wanted to die.
As if sensing his thoughts, a cold and dark presence filled the room. A hooded figure appeared in front of them, holding a scythe in its hand.
It was Death.
Harry felt a shiver run down his spine as he saw the figure. He felt a mix of fear and curiosity.
He wondered if Death had come to take him away.
He wondered if he wanted to go with him.
Death begin to speak in its cold and calm voice.
“You have lived a hard and painful life, Harry Potter,” it said. “You have faced many trials and tribulations. You have fought against Voldemort, the Death Eaters, the Dementors, and many other dark forces. You have sacrificed your parents, your godfather, your mentor, and many other friends. You have yet to defeat the Dark Lord, but it was not your duty, Harry Potter. It was a burden that was forced upon you by others.”
Harry felt a surge of pain and anger as he heard Death’s words. He clenched his fists and gritted his teeth.
“Why?” he asked in a hoarse voice. “Why did they do this to me? Why did they make me their pawn?”
Death lowered its voice and leaned closer to Harry.
“Because they were afraid of you, Harry Potter,” it said softly. “Because they were jealous of you. Because they wanted to control you. Because they wanted to use your power for their own purposes.”
Death paused and looked at Harry with a hint of sadness.
“But you were also betrayed and manipulated, Harry Potter,” it said softly. “You were lied to and used by Dumbledore, by Snape, by the Order of the Phoenix. You were hurt and broken by Ron, by Ginny,by Hermione but she had no choice but to betray you. You were denied your happiness and freedom by the Ministry of Magic, by the media, by the public.”
Harry felt a wave of shock and disbelief as he heard Death’s words. He shook his head and blinked his eyes.
“No,” he said in a weak voice. “No, that’s not true. They were my friends. They were my family. They cared for me. They helped me.”
Death sighed and looked at Harry with a hint of pity.
“You have been deceived, Harry Potter,” it said gently. “You have been blinded by your trust and love. You have been fooled by their lies and schemes. You have been robbed of your life and soul.”
Death lowered its scythe and looked at Harry with a faint smile.
“You have suffered enough, Harry Potter,” it said kindly.“You deserve a reward for your courage and loyalty.”
Harry felt a lump in his throat as he listened to Death’s words. He felt a mix of gratitude and resentment.
“What kind of reward?” he asked in a quiet voice.
Death reached into its cloak and pulled out a small crystal ball. It held it in its palm and showed it to Harry.
“This is your reward, Harry Potter,” it said. “This is your chance to start anew.”
He felt a spark of curiosity and hope.
He looked at the crystal ball with curiosity and awe. He saw a swirl of colors and shapes inside it.
He saw a glimpse of another world.
He saw a world that was full of magic and beauty. A world that was rich and diverse. A world that was peaceful and harmonious.
He saw a world that was unlike any he had ever seen before.
He saw Mythosia.
He felt a strange attraction and longing for this world. He felt like it was calling him. He felt like it was his true home.
He looked at Death with interest and hope.
“What is this?” he asked, his voice soft.
Death smiled and nodded. “This is Mythosia, Harry Potter,” it said. “This is your reward. This is your chance to start anew.”
Harry felt his heart skip a beat as he heard Death’s words. He felt a surge of excitement and fear.
He wondered what Death meant by starting anew.
He wondered what he would find in Mythosia.
Death continued to speak in its calm and gentle voice.
“Mythosia is a world where you can be free, Harry Potter,” it said. “A world where you can be happy. A world where you can be yourself.”
Death paused and looked at Harry with sincerity and kindness.
“A world where you can be reborn, Harry Potter,” it said softly. “A world where you can have a new life. A new family. A new destiny.”
Harry felt his eyes widen as he heard Death’s words. He felt a wave of shock and disbelief.
He wondered what Death meant by being reborn.
He wondered what kind of new life he would have.
Death reached out and touched Harry’s forehead with its finger. Harry felt a jolt of energy run through his body. He saw images flash in his mind.
He saw his new life in Mythosia.
He saw himself as a young boy with silver hair, emerald green eyes, and pointed ears. An elf.He saw himself surrounded by friends and companions, creatures of various forms and origins. He saw the city’s spires reaching toward the sky, each one adorned with intricate patterns resembling constellations. He saw magical creatures coexisting in harmony, their presence weaving a tapestry of enchantment throughout Mythosia.
He saw himself walking through lush forests, exploring hidden caves, and venturing into vast landscapes filled with wonders he had never imagined. He saw himself mastering the magical arts, his powers flourishing and evolving in this new realm. He saw himself embraced by a sense of belonging he had never experienced before.
He saw Queen Elinor Aetheria Aelarion, his soon-to-be mother, standing tall and radiant. Her eyes held the same warmth and kindness he had witnessed moments ago. He saw her offering her hand, a gesture of acceptance and guidance, an invitation to step into a world of limitless possibilities.
As the images faded, Harry felt a mixture of emotions welling up within him. He felt excitement for the new life that awaited him, curiosity about the world of Mythosia, and a lingering ache for the people and experiences he was leaving behind. He turned to his parents, their presence as a source of comfort and reassurance.
His parents smiled at him, their expressions filled with pride and love. “We’re so happy for you, Harry,” his mother said.
“You’re not alone,” his father added. “You have a family that loves you, no matter where you are.”
Harry nodded, his heart full of gratitude and hope. With one last glance at his parents, he stepped into the vortex, embracing the unknown journey that lay ahead.
As the colors swirled around him, he felt a rush of sensations. He felt as if he were being pulled and stretched, as if his very being was transforming. He closed his eyes, surrendering to the currents of magic and destiny.
And then, he felt himself landing on solid ground. He opened his eyes, and his breath caught in his throat.
He was standing on the outskirts of a magnificent city, its spires reaching toward the sky like beacons of light. The air was filled with a sense of wonder and enchantment, and he could feel the pulse of magic flowing through everything around him.
He looked down at himself and realized that he had indeed been reborn as an elf. His silver hair shimmered in the sunlight, and his pointed ears confirmed his new identity. He looked at his hands, feeling the surge of power that came with his magical abilities.
He smiled, feeling a new joy and freedom in his soul.
He was ready to begin his new life in Mythosia.
He was ready to be reborn as an Elf .
And then, he felt a presence behind him. He turned around and saw her: Ethereal Stellar Archmage and Elven Queen Elinor Aetheria Aelarion, his new mother. She was just as radiant and beautiful as he had seen in the crystal ball, her voice kind and joyful, her eyes warm and welcoming. Beside her stood Guardian of Cosmic Balance and Elven King Valmorin Aricen Aelarion, his father in this enchanting world. His presence exuded wisdom and strength, and his eyes held a twinkle of happiness as he looked at Harry.
“Welcome to Mythosia, to our family,” she said to Harry.
His eyes widen in surprise as he what language they were speaking it definitely wasn't English, So he didn't know know how could understand, Maybe death give the abil- He didn't get to think about it more as an adult male cut his thoughts off
“We have been waiting for you, my son,” Valmorin said, his voice carrying pride and affection.
Beside them were his new siblings: Valenar Ondros Aelarion, whose name meant “Brave Heart” and who had an air of determination and strength; and Eleria Luminara Aelarion, the starlight of the family, radiant and graceful.
"Allow me to introduce ourselves to you, Harry".
I’m Elinor Aetheria Aelarion, your mother in this world. I’m the Ethereal Stellar Archmage and the Elven Queen of Celestrialis. I’m so glad you’re here with us.” she said,
“Hello, Harry. I’m Valmorin Aricen Aelarion, your father in this world. I’m the Guardian of Cosmic Balance and the Elven King of Celestrialis. I’m very proud of you, my son.”
“Hello, Harry. I’m Valenar Ondros Aelarion, your older brother. I’m the Prince of Celestrialis and Cosmic Herald of Unity . I’m happy to have you on our team.”
“Hello, Harry. I’m Eleria Luminara Aelarion, your older sister. I’m the Princess of Celestrialis and Cosmic Herald of Hope. I've always wanted another little brother ".
Harry smiled as he looked around the magical realm, feeling a sense of belonging. He hugged his new family, who embraced him back with love and joy.
"You'll have a new name," Elinor said with a gentle smile. "A name that reflects your journey and your spirit."
As Harry looked at her, intrigued and curious, she continued.
"Ardalion," she pronounced, "which means 'lionheart.' A name that signifies your bravery and strength, the very qualities that define you."
Harry felt a mixture of surprise and warmth at the new name. It resonated with his experiences and the challenges he had faced throughout his life. Lionheart - a name that encapsulated his courage.
"Elionar," she continued, "meaning 'Sunlit Path.' A name that symbolizes the radiant path you are embarking upon, illuminated by the choices you make and the love you share."
The imagery of a sunlit path spoke to him. It represented a journey filled with hope and optimism, a path where his actions would shape his destiny.
"And, of course, Aelarion," she concluded, "our family name that means 'Guiding Light.' A name that unites us all and signifies the light that guides us forward."
Harry felt a profound connection to the family name, Aelarion. It represented not only his own guiding light but also the collective strength and support of his newfound family.
He looked at Queen Elinor, his new mother, with gratitude in his eyes.
"Thank you," he said softly. "These names... they mean a lot to me."
She smiled warmly. "They are a reflection of who you are and who you will become in this world, Ardalion Elionar Aelarion. "Valar Astri lyrianos mi irahos",she whispered, holding him close. “You are finally here, where you truly belong.”
As Hadrian, now Ardalion Elionar Aelarion, observed his family’s appearance, he felt a surge of wonder and admiration. He had never seen such extraordinary beauty and grace in his life.
His mother, Queen Elinor Aetheria Aelarion, stood before him with an ethereal grace. Her silky silver hair cascaded like streams of stardust, sparkling in the sunlight. Her eyes were like galaxies, with shades of violet that held the mysteries of the universe. Her presence was otherworldly, a true embodiment of the celestial magic that Mythosia held.
Beside her, his father King Valmorin Aricen Aelarion exuded a regal aura. His sweeping golden hair flowed like sunlight, matching the brilliance of his eyes. There was a strength and wisdom in his gaze that conveyed the experiences of a life well-lived, a leader who had faced challenges and emerged victorious.
Princess Eleria Luminara Aelarion, his sister, possessed a unique beauty of her own. Her white-gold hair shone like a constellation of stars, framing her face in a delicate halo. Her violet eyes held a spark of curiosity and wonder, mirroring her enchanting name, Luminara. She exuded a gentle radiance, much like the starlight she was named after.
Prince Valenar Ondros Aelarion, his brother, shared their father’s resemblance. With his father’s golden hair and blue eyes, Valenar carried the lineage of courage and bravery in his very appearance. His blue eyes, however, added a touch of distinction, reflecting the depths of his own character.
As Ardalion looked at his family, he saw not just their physical features, but the essence of who they were. Each member possessed a unique blend of beauty and strength, a testament to their shared heritage and the unity that bound them together.
He felt a deep sense of connection to his family, as if he had finally found the missing pieces of his identity. His appearance, now aligned with theirs, symbolized the bond they shared and the journey they were embarking upon.
With a heart full of gratitude and wonder, Ardalion knew that he was not only a part of this extraordinary world, but a part of a family that would guide him, love him, and stand by his side through every adventure and challenge that lay ahead in Mythosia.
Ardalion,couldn’t help but notice the changes in his own appearance. His silver hair shone like a moonlit night. It added to the ethereal quality of his new world. His emerald green eyes, like precious gemstones, held a depth of wisdom and curiosity that mirrored his journey.
He was told about his grandfather Valerian Aricen Tivalith, his mother’s father and from whom features he seemed to have inherited. From his mother’s lineage he bore the striking emerald eyes that glistened with a hint of mischief. These eyes held the promise of adventure, just as his grandfather’s own life had been filled with valor and excitement back in the age.
Ardalion’s hair, a radiant silver, carried echoes of his mother’s stardust-like tresses. It was as if the celestial magic that flowed through their family had intertwined with his very essence. He felt a connection to the cosmos, a connection that was both grounding and enlightening.
However, he had been reborn or transferred into the realm of Mythosia as a two-year-old. As a result, this change carried a touch of innocence and vulnerability. It was a fresh start, a chance to experience the world anew, to learn and grow with the guidance of those who cared for him.
Ardalion embraced his new appearance and the age he had been given. He saw it as an opportunity to explore Mythosia with childlike wonder, to bond with his family in a different way, and to forge his own path while carrying the essence of those who had shaped his life.
With his silver hair, emerald eyes, and youthful spirit, Ardalion was ready to embark on his next adventure. He smiled and hugged his new family, feeling a sense of belonging that he had never experienced before. These people, his new family, were offering him something he had longed for – unconditional love and acceptance.
As they stood together, surrounded by the magic and wonder of Mythosia, he realized that he was not just starting a new chapter, but an entirely new story. With his family by his side, he could embrace the opportunities that lay ahead and discover the depths of this enchanting world.
Looking at Queen Elinor, his new mother, he couldn’t help but feel a profound sense of gratitude for the twists of fate that had brought him here. The warmth of her presence and the affection in her eyes filled him with a renewed sense of hope.
Under the sparkling Mythosian sky, as their journey together began, Ardalion felt a surge of joy and gratitude. He knew that his new family was his true home, a source of light and love that would guide him through every challenge and adventure. And as he gazed at the sky above, he marvelled at the wonder of being in a new world, a world that awaited his discovery and exploration.