Moonlight Scream

A figure ran, their limbs exhausted as they found themselves cornered in a place they couldn't get out of. They turned, putting their back to the wall. Everything slowed down as they reached their natural point of clarity of what was going to happen. Energy was building as they tried to make everything not fade out.

A breath was drawn as they felt claws begin to descend upon them. Their throat grew raw as they let out the scream. It paused everything around them as they called on the potential of their soul. A bright glow reinforced the scream as they kept screaming.

Flashes drew away the shadows trying to stifle the light this being was to represent. As they screamed it was a haunting sound hovering in the air.

When some of the portals broke the figures began to fight. Left and right the shadows fell to magic, blades, and claws.

The figure collapsed to their knees and hands. The scream filled the air a moment longer and then the figure collapsed to the ground, blood flowing freely from a wound on their side.

Green eyes took in what they saw and magic flew from them taking out the shadows in swaths. He sent them to death for judgment. No one would hurt his heart again.

He had been with the goblins when the magic had ripped through him and forced his inheritance out but they said quickly that he needed to let the magic take him to the other side. That someone had needed him urgently. To be ready to fight.

As he landed he could see the magic around him and the others reaching out to tie them to their new heart. He would make sure that their heart had all the support they needed now.

He reached inside to his magic and threw it out in a sweeping arc that took out many of the shadows as others tended to their heart.

As the wave of darkness broke, he saw the others start to hold a line around the figure on the ground. They all were on edge as they tried to figure out what was going to happen next. Each was pulled one by one to their exhausted heart.

"Calm youngling," said a voice as they looked him over. He saw injuries. "Shit, medic!" The voice said as he watched them spring to action away from his heart.

"No get our heart safe, I'm okay," Harry said as if he was not actively bleeding.

“Whoa there little one, we need to get you not bleeding to death to calm our heart, please let me just stop the bleeding and get you to sit down, the fighting is done, be at peace little one,” the Medic said

Harry looked at the man before him, he was tall dressed in light colored robes. "Who are you?" He asked as he felt himself sway on his feet a little.

"Lythir Ravenmoore, Storm medic," the Medic said as he moved a little closer.

"Okay, I don't want to distress our heart," Harry said as he felt himself sway more.

"Let's get you sitting down," Lythir said as he caught Harry and eased him down. Harry didn't fight them as they assisted him. He felt light headed now that the adrenaline was starting to wear off.

"How old are you?" Asked Lythir as he began working on a few gash marks on the youngling's side.

"14 years old, I just inherited after a swarm of Dementors," Harry said as he leaned against the first one who had talked to him.

“Tell us more about those, we don’t know what they are,” The first voice said again.
“MmKay. They are creatures that suck out all the happiness in someone while they are around, they tend to be the Guards of the magical prison that they had in my home country, they can also take out a person’s soul if not stopped by a patronus,” He said as he leaned there. He could hear them both take a deep breath at his words.

“I can cast the guardian to protect myself, I just got swarmed while protecting my godfather,” Harry said, omitting a few things like time traveling and saving himself from losing his soul.

“Alright, I got the wounds to stop bleeding but he will need blood and more thorough healing once we’re not out in the open,” Lythir said as he looked at the other that was sitting there holding Harry.

A nod was given as the first voice held Harry close. “Thank you Lythir,” the voice said as it shifted and gathered Harry into his arms.

As the person maneuvered with Harry in his arms they noticed that the Triad had been formed and several others had already been marked. As the rumbling voice stood with Harry he seemed a little shocked as they were approached.

“Come along, The healer has requested that as many bonds be formed as possible, please come over to our submissive,” said one of the other males as they took in the small cluster that had formed around Harry.

Harry felt the one that was holding him nod. “Of course, we will be right over,” the voice said with authority.

As Harry looked up at the person that was holding him he noticed that his face was covered by a mask with two feathers. He wondered just what this man looked like but could see that he had black hair that in certain light seemed to have a deep chocolate brown highlight. It was hard to understand but Harry felt as long as he was in this man’s arms he was going to be safe. He watched the world around them as the masked man took them to where their submissive was sitting on the ground.

As they arrived Harry noticed that the submissive was female. He took in how beautiful she was with cerulean eyes swirled with a bit of silver framed by long silver hair. She smiled weakly up at Harry and the one that was carrying him to her.

“This is Serenity, She is our submissive,” said a male that seemed to be the embodiment of earth tones. Rich tan skin that spoke of days in the sun that made the gold designs that seemed painted across his body pop. His eyes were a bright ocher color that almost reminded Harry of butterscotch. It was the tension around his eyes that betrayed his not relaxed state.

“Hello,” came a soft voice that spoke of exhaustion that went bone deep. Harry’s eyes drew back to their submissive and he knew he would do anything and everything to make sure that she never had to feel like this again.

“Hello Serenity, I am Harry,” he said, which Harry saw bring a smile to her lips.

“I want to get to know everyone but Phobos, our healer said that we needed to try and bond as quickly as possible so that we can go somewhere safer,” she said, slightly rambling as she looked at Harry.

Harry nodded as he felt his masked escort kneel down but not let go of him. He wasn’t sure how he was going to do what he needed to for bonding if he was still being held.

“It seems that you have a protector,” Serenity said, as a flash of hurt went through her eyes.

“I just did not want this one to overdo it and reopen his wound again,” the masked man said as Harry looked back at him disgruntled slightly at him telling Serenity this about him.

“Oh, is he hurt? Is it safe for me to bond with him?” Harry heard Serenity ask worry and panic lacing through her words. Harry wanted to make her not worry since he was not bleeding or anything he was fine, he could keep himself from causing others to worry.

As Harry sat there, he saw a man with rich red and black hair step closer to them. He was dressed in black billowing pants and a white tunic that was sleeveless. He had silver cuffs on his wrists that seemed to mark where sleeves would have ended if they were not missing. As Harry watched this man, he noticed that he had a light tan looking more like the Weasley twins after the summer out on the pitch. As he sat there he saw the man look at him with rich orange colored eyes that seemed to spark a deeper red like the crimson that he had in his hair. He saw this man cast a spell over him then frown.

“He is alright for now, just needs to rest like yourself dear one,” the man said. He seemed to be studying Harry for a moment like he was not sure if he believed what he was getting from the spell he had cast.

“Thank you Phobos,” Serenity said as she let the tension fade from her slightly as she smiled back at Harry. She worried her hands as she looked at him then asked. “Okay, so do you have any conditions before we bond?” As she finished her question she tilted her head slightly at Harry which allowed her hair to pool slightly around her.

Harry thought about her question seriously then looked at her eyes clear of any doubt. “Don’t lie to me or keep things from me that I need to know to make decisions with,” he watched Serenity as she took in what he was asking for then saw a moment of shock on her face. What happened next Harry was not prepared for as she laughed clear and bright. “I can abide by that as long as you do the same for me,” Serenity replied to him.

Harry felt warmth flood him when she laughed. It felt like she invoked the magic of the patronus charm; so when she replied for the same courtesy to be given to her, he nodded smiling back at her.

After that acknowledgement was done, there seemed to be a moment as the instincts of each struggled for where to mark the other. Eventually it was settled as each marked the other’s right wrist. Once the mark was placed Serenity pulled Harry close and hugged him trying to make him feel just as welcome as she had with the others.

As Serenity hugged him he felt something slide into place and click between them. He felt the full body thrum as something came into being between himself and the submissive. She seemed to gain so much more energy but he could tell she was still bone tired, even with the spike of hyper energy that was bordering on manic. He looked at the masked man, worried about the little silver haired girl before him.

Once she finished hugging Harry she had to mark a few others, and by the time they were all marked she seemed to have settled more. Harry was not sure who each of them were but they all seemed to be on edge as they noticed someone else approaching.

“Who had the power to summon me here? I do not appreciate being pulled from my safe haven,” said a snarky voice.

Serenity shifted closer to Harry as she looked up to the new voice and said “I must have called you during my scream,” she seemed to watch the figure unsure what else to say. Harry turned his attention to the snarky person as they replied.

“And you are who landling?” Harry saw a light blue skinned person standing there with long hair that seemed to be the color of the sky.

Harry felt Serenity tense a bit as she drew herself to sitting a bit taller. “I am Serenity, a Nameless submissive,” she said as she almost seemed to move like she was going to stand up. Harry grumbled and wrapped his arms around her protectively and waited for her to settle back against him.

“She was hurt, do not make her stand,” Harry growled and snapped out at this stranger.

Everyone froze as the tension between the youngest circle member and the stranger seemed to ratchet up. There was a moment that Harry hissed and wrapped closer around Serenity as his wings tried to shield her right before more portals opened and several blue skinned warriors wearing red stood there with their weapons at the ready.

“So where have you drawn us to, Trouble?” Asked another equally snarky voice as the warriors in red seemed to throw their fighters onto high alert.

“What is the Crimson Tide doing here?” asked the masked man as he stood between the Tide and Serenity’s position. He noticed that the others of his suit were getting closer to the others of their triad and the jokers were moving closer as well.

“We came because our Royal was summoned by soul magic to an unknown location,” said one of the red clad warriors.

“I am sorry, I did not mean to worry anyone,” Serenity said as she sat there against Harry stress making her own dragel features start to come out and display more prominently alongside her wings.

As this began to happen and the light blue skinned person who had begun this stressful interaction watched Serenity from a different vantage point than the Crimson Tide members, they noticed that blue and silver scales were dusting across the submissives’ face and shoulders.

“Kesmar’s Tides,” Killigan gasped out as they looked at the Crimson Tide warriors. They looked at their Queen as they had never heard them call out like that so they tensed ready to do anything to defend their Queen.

“I think that I was called to be a mentor to this little submissive,” Killigan said as the need to portal back below the waters of Nevarah and take the submissive with them grew.

The two before Killigan tilted their heads as they said in sync “Mentor?”

“Yes,” Killigan said with a sigh, “I am here to help the little submissive with her questions about her inheritance,” They said already knowing that it was going to be a long moment now before they would be back below the waters.