Omnis King

Location: Unknown Forest in Britain: Harry Potter

Harry frown heavily as he set Dumbledore’s letter in the river further downstream than the place he typically laid in because he didn’t want the corrupted magic to get into his scales. The letter literally hissed as he placed it in the water, turning the crystal clear water into a dark inky black as it washed away from him. Harry was just lucky that his new ability to see magic also protected him from it to an extent. He wasn’t sure how much it would protect him, and he certainly wasn’t going to attempt it with a letter so drenched in Black Magic, but at the very least it protected him enough to not force him to read the letter and act upon what it said. Especially when the magic reacted that badly to the water hitting it and destroying the parchment conduit. Harry didn’t even want to think about what would have happened if he had been forced to read it. His complete free will would have been taken away from him… It was a terrifying thought, especially since he already had lost his voice and mind partially taken away from him due to his inheritance. 

Shaking his head with a low growl of anger, Harry let the old ragged shirt rag float off down the stream as well since it had been coated in the filth that was the Black Magic just by being near the letter. A part of him screamed about how it was going to mess up the river’s ecosystem but Harry didn’t see any other choice. He knew the magic in the river would eventually purify the Black Magic on it. Maybe he’d attempt to find the rag in a couple of days to at least get it out of the water. 

With a huff, Harry stood up and headed back up stream on the riverbed until he came to his favorite spot. It was a calm spot between two rapids with a large rock that was halfway submerged in the water, halfway out of it. A quiet, happy chirrup left Harry as he eased himself down on his rock, letting his legs into the water while keeping his torso out of it. The water swirled around his feet as he opened up the book written by the fire Hogwarts Founders that Luna had told him to read. If she was telling him to read it because it was important, it was obviously important so for now Harry was content with ignoring his instincts that wanted him to dive deeper into the water to protect the book from getting wet. He could always do that later after reading a bit to make sure his scales were properly hydrated and the itch left him.

If you are able to read this book that means you are like the five of us. It means that you are special. Not only have you found the Founder’s Tower, but you have also come into your dragel inheritance. The Founder’s Tower can only be found by those with a creature inheritance needing sanctuary, but this book specifically is meant for any dragel children of ours. Whether they truly be from our circle’s line, or from one of the lines that left for Nevarah long, long ago. Regardless, hopefully, little youngling, you have had someone help you through your inheritance. Hopefully you knew it was a possibility and you are aware of the changes you are going through now. But in case you don’t, let me get started at the simplest of places.

You, child, are a Dragel. Dragels are a species of humanoid-elemental-dragons. They first came about as a result of a successful triad bonding between a powerful wizard, a Saurdahn Warrior, and an equally powerful and sentient dragon from one of the four elemental clans. Dragels are extremely powerful creatures of grace and lethal skill with multiple alternate forms, typically two to six, and a true dragon form. They have dragon wings, scales that can cover their entire bodies, and very sharp claws on both their hands and feet.

All dragels have some type of powerful magic to control as their own, mostly elemental; Earth, Air, Fire, Water, Shadow, or Storm, but there are some special ones who have Omnis abilities. Though depending on when you are reading this it might be called Nameless in Nevarah. I, myself, have an Omnis ability gifted to me by our dear Immortal Lady Fate to see the future. Hence me knowing the changes in our society back in Nevarah, even if it is a place I will never see in person again.

Do you honestly have to be so dark, Blythe? I thought I was the one all the children thought were morbid but you are over here writing like we are going to die. Don’t scare the future children reading this with your fears, my dearheart.

Enough, Sal, we all agreed I would be the one to write the introduction to this book and I don’t appreciate you stealing my parchment to write that of all things! 

As I was saying before I was rudely interrupted by my Alpha, dragel’s have powerful magic. Typically you can tell which type of elemental magic or affinities one might have by the color of your hair or eyes, but do know that is not always the case. When we lived in Nevarah, I had once seen a Merrow with natural red hair and green eyes, which is certainly unnatural for the Merrow. 

Though I suppose I should explain what a Merrow is. Merrow, Aqua-kin’e, like my dear Salazar, though in truth he is only half-Merrow and takes more after his bearer’s Shadows than his Sire’s Water, are the odd ones out in the dragel world. They are still dragel ,but they are water dragel. A blanket term for all shapes and variations that water dragels come in. My beloved Sal will tell you what he can about them later, though be warned it isn’t much due to the secrecy geas that all Merrow have placed on them at birth. If you do have reason to believe you are a Merrow, your best bet is to find a way to Nevarah as soon as possible and present yourself to the Merrow Courts. They will always help their Lost Children find their way home. But if you are my beloved Green Eyed that I know will be asked to read this by his own Seer, wait for yours to arrive. The Lovely Fae will know best. 

And here I thought we all agreed we weren’t only making this book for the child you saw in your visions, Bly.

Hush, Helga, I just know if he reads this entire book before his Fae brings the rest of their to-be circle and leaves without them disaster will strike so I am making sure to warn him. 

Harry paused, a confused chirp leaving him involuntarily. Obviously he was the Green Eyed Blythe Hogarth was talking about, and probably Luna as well, but Harry didn’t know if Luna was a lovely Fae or a Seer. He knew she knew things that she shouldn’t but Harry hadn’t necessarily thought that meant she was a Seer. Luna was just different, a good kind of different. 

But Harry could admit it was a relief to know what he was. If he ignored the magic part, though Harry could guess that perhaps he was an Omnis Dragel with his newfound ability to see magic, Harry’s new features ticked off every box that Blythe had written down. He had his beautiful silver-peach with blue-green swirled wings. Similar colored scales that he could bring out to the surface of his skin with practiced ease. The ones that outlined his facial features were more blue-green than the rest but he thought they were beautiful nonetheless. His hands could quickly become sharp, dangerous claws he used for hunting, and the claws on his feet were the only things he couldn’t bring back to their normal human ones when all his other features were hidden away. Harry had noticed that he always had one dragon feature he just couldn’t bring himself to put away when he did the others, and it was just easier to have it be his feet since the only pair of shoes he had were nowhere to be found in his trunk. More than likely Vernon had forgotten to grab them in his mad dash to get dragel-Harry out of the house. 

The warning that Blythe Hogarth was giving him in the book was as crystal clear as the water before him. He could not leave where he was for this Nevarah place they kept talking about until Luna arrived with the others. Maybe later in the book they would teach him how to get there which was why Blythe was so insistent on warning him, even if the others of his circle were against it. Harry knew better than to ignore a warning from Blythe though. They had the same aura that Luna had, even though he had only met them through the Portrait of the Five Founders in their tower. The aura that told his instincts that not following their lead would get you in trouble, so if that was a Seer thing, Harry would wait. He really didn’t want to travel alone without Luna, Fred, George, Theo, Draco, and Blaise anyways. Especially not with Blythe’s cryptic saying that they personally would never be able to go back to Nevarah. Though a part of Harry was amused at the warning, and wondered how many other dragels who went to Hogwarts had found and read this book and what they had thought about the interplay of words between the five founders. 

I suppose now that you know what you are, you need to know about the Dragel Ranking System, and how to figure out what rank you are. We will start with the core triad of a circle. The Alpha, the Beta, and the Submissive. 

Harry continued to read the book the Founder’s had written, blushing slightly when he came to the realization that he was a submissive, but in a way it did make sense to him. His entire life, Harry had only wanted to have a family. To love and be loved. Being the center of a circle would make that possibility a reality, and he wanted it so much it physically hurt. Like an ache in his chest that refused to go away, and had only been growing since he had come into his inheritance and woke up in this forest. Just like whenever he thought of the others in his group of misfits. Harry instinctively knew they were his. Luna, Fred, George, Theo, Draco, and Blaise. They were his, and it hurt that they were so far away from him and under the watchful eyes of a man Harry used to trust who was obviously a lot darker than anyone realized. A man that would do anything and everything to get Harry back under his thumb, even using them against him. Dumbledore was a horrible man and Harry feared for his circle-not-circles safety. 

A low, quiet whine left Harry as he abruptly shut the book, setting it down on the dry part of the rock, before diving further into the river hoping that being in the water would help his loneliness, if only for a little while. 

Location: Black Hallows: Maia Kadel, Ryker’s Bane

One Earth Day after vision, Three Nevarahian Days

Maia frowned as she sat in the private room she had booked within the Gheyic-centered restaurant called the Black Hallows, her nails clicking impatiently against the table she sat at waiting for Ryker’s Bane to arrive. “Are you sure we should even be telling them what is going on?” Oberon, her Alpha, asked watching Maia with concern. Right before Maia had sent word to her fellow submissive and friend, Maurice Elsewood, she had called for her Alpha to come back to his corporeal form and explained as much as she could about what she had seen and how it would end up affecting Nevarah. He still wasn’t completely convinced that their circle should swear to the Nameless Crown that as of yet didn’t exist, and was to be run by a newly inherited child, but Maia was dead set on the course laid out in front of her by Lady Fate, and he knew nothing could change her mind. Still, he didn’t think it was smart of them to involve Maurice Elsewood before the boy even stepped foot onto Nevarahian soil. Even if he was the child’s mentor, Ryker’s Bane wasn’t known for being pragmatic and he worried telling them too soon would result in catastrophe. 

Maia hummed, slowly glancing up at her Alpha from where she was intently watching the door. Her mind was still swirling as she tried to sort the new memories she had gained three days ago after the Immortal’s intervened and stopped Ryker’s Bane from dying. They clashed so much with her old memories of their horrifying death and what had become of her dear friend Maurice afterwards. Maurice and her had been good friends for a long time, and in these new memories they had stayed close. Ryker’s Bane even had a pair of twins a year or so after what would have been their death that Maia was named the Godmother of. It was strange to her to have memories of two different lives. Like she had been in one timeline and suddenly shot off to a completely different one. It was still hard to process but she could deal with all of that later when there was less to do. 

“There are things we need to do, to put into place here in Nevarah for his arrival, and for that we need Maurice’s help.” Maia answered simply, sipping on the cup of tea she had asked for when the Gheyic Pareya had came to get their orders. 

“You need my help with what, Maia-dear?” Maurice questioned as he walked into the room with his Alpha and Beta on either side of him. Maia instantly smiled at how happy her friend looked with his bonded. In the other timeline that she was most familiar with having actually lived through it, the last time she had seen Maurice was when he was telling her that all he wanted to do after what happened to his circle was join them in death. He had looked terrible, and Maia obviously couldn’t blame him after everything he had been forced to watch at the hands of the nasty Black Bird Torvaks. But this Maurice Elsewood was glowing with happiness and that soothed something in her soul.

“Things have changed, my dear Maurice. Have you not gotten a notification from the Mentors Program?” Maia asked questioningly. Maurice should have been notified immediately the moment that young dragel had come into his inheritance and his instincts should have drawn him to the child. 

Unless… Maia frowned, staring at her friend with a soft expression. She had never learned what had become of Maurice in the other timeline. She knew he had gotten approved for Charum Mortis, but hadn’t heard of one happening in the time between then and the change. Perhaps it was possible that he had gone to the boy in the old timeline and had gotten himself killed, which was what allowed the Immortals to shift them into this one where Ryker’s Bane had never died. All of them would have had to be dead for the change to happen. And it would make sense that he hadn’t been notified because the Immortals stopped the notification so history could not repeat itself after all their changes. 

“Why would I have gotten a notification from the Mentors Program? I opted out of that the moment I was eligible for it. My circle and our lifestyle isn’t one that a youngling should be forced to endure.” Maurice said as he sat down across from her and her bonded. 

Maia could understand that. Ryker’s Bane definitely had a reputation in Nevarah, and it wasn’t necessarily the best. They took in newly inherited Gheyos, typically Nameless, Shadow, and Storm in nature, and beat them down to nothing so they could build them back up better. Their reputation was much like the Cunningham’s, and Maia knew that Maurice and Marianna were soul-siblings so the similarities did make sense. She could see why Maurice wouldn’t want to put a newly inherited dragel in the midst of all that, unless they were Gheyic in nature. The submissive she had seen in her visions wasn’t but he was currently feral and had been for at least a month on Earth time, which meant he would always be a Ferros Submissive. It made a bit of sense why the two would be put together as a mentor and mentee. Especially since Maurice would be better than anyone to keep others from trying to force the soon-to-be Omnis King to be their puppet. 

“Well, unfortunately for you, that’s not up to you anymore.” Maia smirked briefly, taking another sip of her tea. “But before I say any more, I need you to promise me that you aren’t going to go find the dragel child that you have a mentor bond with. The Immortals have done a lot of work to get us onto this path, and he needs to get to Nevarah on his own without outside help from us here. If you go to him… It will end badly.” She told him seriously. As they were leaving to come to Black Hallows, Maia had been given another vision from Lady Fate. One of what would happen should anyone, whether that be Maurice, the child’s parents or anyone else from Nevarah, were to intervene to get him here sooner. It was a very dark future Maia couldn’t allow to come about. 

“How can you ask me not to go to him if he is in need?” Maurice asked, anger written all over his face as well as his bonded. His light silver, with peach accent scales rippled over his arms and face as he glared at Maia. 

“You were dead. All of you were dead and the Immortals brought you back specifically for this child.” Maia snapped at him when she noticed he was getting up to leave, easily matching his anger with her own. “Lady Fate has shown me what will happen if we interfere, and it will only lead to disastrous consequences for Nevarah and the child. You need to trust that he will make it here on his own. He is very important to the future of Nevarah and we cannot afford to mess this up. You need to understand that while your bond with him is important, so is the plan that the Immortals have put into place.” 

The room immediately fell silent as Maurice collapsed back into his seat and shared a wary glance with his Alpha and Beta. “What do you mean we died and the Immortals brought us back, Maia? We have lived our life as normal for years without so much as an issue. How could we have died?” He asked, cautiously.

Maia couldn’t help but sigh as she stared at her friend sadly. She remembered the night that Nevarah had gotten word about what happened to Ryker’s Bane, and she also remembered the new timeline even that happened that night as well. And Maia knew he would remember this new version even better than she, seeing how he had lived through it and the guilt the entire circle had faced with the disaster. Maia almost felt shame and guilt bringing it up now, knowing that it would hurt them all. “I’m sure you remember the training camp.” She said, not need to further elaborate on what training camp she was talking about. It had taken them twenty years to recover from what happened that night to begin training young Gheyos again, and even then they no longer took their trainees off realm in fear of it happening once more. 

Maurice and his bonded immediately growled, eyes flashing with anger and unrelenting sadness at the reminder. Maia smiled sadly. “That night, before the Immortals intervened and changed what happened, all but you had died, Maurice. You told me yourself that those monsters told you that if you stopped fighting they would let the children go unharmed but they didn’t. They slaughtered the children before you and yours, before making you watch as they killed your bonded. You were completely feral by the end of it and killed them all but it was already too late. I personally am glad you didn’t have to experience that nightmare, even though what you did experience wasn’t much better.” She continued, hating herself for hurting her friend like this. And Maia knew she wasn’t lying about it not being much better. This time they had fought and several of the children they were trying to protect had died. They had even lost two of their own circle bonded in the fight. Something like that wasn’t a walk in the park to deal with physically or emotionally and the losses still weighed heavily on all of Ryker’s Bane.

Maurice and his bonded sat in stunned silence, trying to process what Maia had just told them. The memory of that night had been burned into their minds, haunting them every day since. The memory of those Gheyo children who fought back just as valiantly for their lives as the rest of them, slaughtered and their bodies taken away to be used as potion ingredients by the Torvak. The parents of the lost children didn’t even have the bodies of their children to go through the burial rites to grieve properly. It had been an entire mess. But to hear that they were all meant to die, and had only survived what they had because of the Immortals was almost too much to bear.

“I… I don’t know what to say to that.” Maurice finally spoke up, his voice hoarse with emotion. “If what you say is true, then we have to do everything in our power to ensure this child succeeds. I will hold off interfering for now as you ask, but the moment the child lands in Nevarah, you do not get a choice in the matter.” 

Maia smiled, relief flooding through her. Her beloved friend had always been so damn stubborn, and oftentimes he didn’t think before jumping into action. She was just glad this was one of the times he did, even though it was more than likely because of the shock and horror she had just dumped on him. “Good.” She stated, leaning back into her seat. Maia had been ready to pounce on him had he tried to leave to find his mentee but this was a better outcome than she could have hoped for. She did feel bad telling them what should have happened to them, what had happened to them in another time before the Immortals involved themselves. Bringing up those memories was sure to open up wounds that never fully healed to begin with.  

“I do not have a lot of information about the child from my visions that I am allowed to share with you but I can tell you he is very important to Nevarah and he did not have the easiest inheritance.” 

“What is that supposed to mean?” Maurice asked immediately, sitting up right and at the edge of his seat. His Alpha immediately put his hand on Maurice’s shoulder to calm him.

“Right now he is a Ferros Submissive who is currently mostly feral and has been for the month or so since inheriting. His three parents had come to Nevarah off-realm right after he was born and had only found out they were dragels due to him being born a live dragon, but something had gone wrong with their portal and the baby was left in the realm they escaped from. When Nevarah’s royals sent people to find the child, he was nowhere to be found, even with the use of blood magic. He was then given to his mother’s sister who wasn’t the kindest to him and had no idea that he was going to come into an inheritance, and with how the people who raised him reacted when they saw his halfling form, it is no wonder he went feral to protect himself. However, he is currently safe in a forest. The latent magic of the forest is protecting him from people who want to use him to destroy Nevarah.” Maia started to explain, ignoring the growls and hisses that came from both Ryker’s Bane and her own Alpha. Children were very special to dragels and hearing that a submissive was abused so terribly to become Ferros was a horrible thought. Not to mention the knowledge that there were others who wanted to hurt the poor submissive. “He needs to stay there until his soul bonded make it to him. He’ll then lead all of them to Nevarah.” 

“Soul bonded?” Maurice questioned.

“Yes. A fellow submissive, though it is hit and miss if they actually end up bonding, an advisor, a Gheyo Joker, two Pareya, and a Seer Faeling. There is a possible seventh, but it depends on if the Faeling can convince them to come with when they leave where they are at to go to the Ferros Submissive.” She answered humming. She couldn’t tell who that person was. It was too hazy to see the person, what they were, or even what ranking they had.  

“So no Alpha or Beta?” Maurice’s Alpha, Cethin, spoke up. Maia shook her head immediately, making the members of Ryker’s Bane frown. It would be difficult for the newly inherited submissive, submissives depending on how things went, to Hunt for his, their, triad pair with the starting of a circle already. Difficult but not impossible. “And the other submissive? Are the two related? It’s not often that non-related submissives merge their circle before even having their own triad formed.”

Maia shook her head again. “No, they aren’t. I think that might be the thing that either makes or breaks them as a circle. It’s not clear either way. But Maurice’s mentee is the Ferros Submissive, and as I said, he is very important to Nevarah and needs all of us, and his parents once I meet with them, to help him succeed.” 

“Why is he so important to Nevarah?” Styrmir, Maurice’s Beta, questioned frowning. 

“He was chosen by the World Tree to become the Nameless Royal. It’s certainly not a coincidence that this Hunt Shadow and Storm are set to become actual Royals instead of Pseudo-Royals before they were supposed to, and he just happens to inherit as the Nameless Royal.” Maia told them. All three members of Ryker’s Bane eyes widened at that revelation. The World Tree wasn’t so much a myth as it was a legend from the years when Nevarah had been newly created. Apparently the tree itself was hidden deep underground in a utopic garden being watched over by the Earth Royals but no one knew if that was true or not. All that was known is there had been a few Royals who were not of Royal-bloodline who had been chosen by the World Tree to best fit what Nevarah needed in times of need. Sometimes what was available in Nevarah in Royal Blood wasn’t what their people needed, and so the World Tree found the best match for the job. There had been only one Nameless Royal before, back when Nevarah was still newly formed, but since then no one had fit the bill or having a Nameless Royal wasn’t needed for their people. There was really no way of knowing which it was.

“This is why I am telling you all this now, as opposed to when the Ferros Submissive arrives. We need to make sure things are ready here. The poor boy only has a book to help him know what he is and we all know that nothing is going to prepare him for what is coming with him being named the Nameless Royal. He will be coming into a new world, one that he has no knowledge of. We need to make sure that he is welcomed and taken care of. That he has someone to guide him through the new changes. And we need to do it discreetly so as to not draw attention from the wrong people.  We all know that there will be those here that will want to bond with him only because of his royal status, and with him knowing nothing about Nevarah and its customs, he could easily be swayed to do something he shouldn’t.” Maia continued after no one said anything. It was a huge responsibility to be placed on all of them, but especially on the submissive who still didn’t even know the fate that awaited him when he came to Nevarah. 

“How can we help him right now?” Maurice asked. He didn’t think he was the best to mentor a literal Crown Royal but he was determined to do his best. If only to make up for the mistakes made that night at the training camp. The night his entire circle was supposed to die but didn’t so they could help this boy. 

“Get in contact with any Nameless you can trust, especially if they are circles with multiple Nameless inherited. Have them sworn to secrecy before you say anything though. We need to start building his court for him, or at least start putting down the building blocks for him to start building once he is ready. We need to make sure this doesn’t get out before he arrives in Nevarah. There certainly will be people who would want to find him on their own… ends.” Maia answered, her tone completely serious. None of them could allow someone else to find him before he makes it to Nevarah. Even though Maia had purposely kept out what Realm the boy was in, if word got out about a Nameless Royal people would go searching and possibly find him and it would be a disaster. 

The three Ryker’s Bane members nodded firmly. “Are you going to inform the parents right now?” Maurice inquired. Since he was their son's mentor he would need to talk to them about the boy and how they would navigate everything to do with him. Not every mentor got along with their mentee’s parent circle but Maurice hoped that wouldn’t be a problem.

Before Maia could answer that, a message screen popped up before her. She quickly clicked it open.

One hour from now. Red Reef Club. You, your Alpha, and the Mentor if you tracked them down. If you are wasting our time you will pay the consequences in your blood.

Was all the message said. No sign off or anything but Maia didn’t need one when the invitation was to the Red Reef Club. It was one of the most exclusive Merrow Clubs. Partially built on land, partially built in the water. You had to be a Merrow, part-Merrow, or bonded to a Merrow to be allowed in no matter how much money you had. “In an hour apparently at the Red Reef Club.” She answered, frowning slightly. 

Everyone knew you didn’t mess with the Merrow Courts, and despite two of the young submissive’s biological parents not being Merrow, it was well known you didn’t mess with them either. Both were highly regarded in their respective fields of magic, and their Joker who went by the Gheyo name Shattered Star had made a name for himself in the Pits as well. Both on land and in the Merrow waters. The group would want proof that Maia was talking about their son or else they would want blood instead of getting their hopes up. Maia remembered the rumor of one young half-merrow child whose parents had used him to try and claim to be their son for social status, and as the rumor went the entire circle who knew about the plot was killed for their actions against the Merrow Courts. 

Maia sighed. “We will need our pensieve, Oberon.” She looked up to her Alpha who frowned as well. “Only us, and Maurice are able to go to talk to them but they are going to want proof that this is their son.”

“I’ll go get it then.” He stated standing up. Oberon nodded to his fellow Alpha as he left, leaving Maurice to stare at his friend. 

“Tell me anything else about him that you can.” Maurice ordered Maia, making her chuckle quietly.