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The Alfakyn	By : blade-of-the-shadows Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male Views: 13849 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 3
Disclaimer: If I wrote Harry Potter...believe me, you'd know. But I don't so props to Rowling and I DON'T make any cash from this.

Chapter List
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True to his word, Harry didn’t go to training for the next two days. Nevertheless, he was still concerned about Blaise’s training and rendezvoused with Amelia from his hiding place to discuss how the wizard’s progress went. But on the eve of the third day, it wasn’t Amelia who met with him.
“What are you doing here?”
Blodhren sat down beside Harry. “Here to talk to you.”
Harry scowled. “Why?”
“Because, you dipshit, you haven’t been going to training. You cannot afford to do stunts like this when you already missed a week of good practice when Moltagh and I left to Hogwarts.” He turned to Harry, with concern in his gaze, instead of anger. “Now what happened? Something must’ve happened between the time you left my house and went back to yours. So, what?”
“It’s…” Harry looked down, taking a deep breath. “It’s my fault. I got mad at Moltagh and made him say some stuff about the things I do, but…I always hear that people say the truth in anger. And he was definitely mad.” He looked up at Blodhren. “Does he really expect so little of me?”
Blodhren closed his eyes, sighing. “Harry, he doesn’t. He expects a lot from you. He’s always disappointing himself when he believes you’ll do one thing and you end up doing the other. No one doubts that, yes, you do play too much sometimes, but all in good nature. I am sure that when Moltagh said whatever he did, it wasn’t meant to be as harsh as it came out.” He paused and grinned at Harry. “We all know how anti-communicative that big idiot is.”
Harry nodded. “Do you think that…it’s okay if I train on my own for a bit? Until it doesn’t hurt anymore? I—I don’t think that I can see him yet…”
“Of course.” Blodhren ruffled his hair. “Just make sure you push yourself extra hard. No slacking off.”
“No way. It’ll definitely keep my mind off of…”
Blodhren frowned. “Understandable. But realize you can’t run away from him forever, Harry.”
“I know. I just need to…calm down, I guess.”
“It’s good to know that you can recognize how you feel and act accordingly. Most Dark elves can’t. You are truly one in a million, Harry.”
The younger elf laughed bitterly. “Yeah, whatever…”
“I meant it.” Blodhren stood, dusting off his clothes. “So, training hard tomorrow?”
“You know it.”
“Good boy.” The man smiled. “See you Harry.”
And so the next day found Harry in his room, about an hour after Amelia left for her own training, dressed in his training gear and holding a blade in his palm. He stared at the sharp metal and tapped his hand with the flat of it, thinking hard. Coming to a final decision, Harry took a deep breath and held up the sword, his grip sure; he made a slashing motion, only wincing slightly.
As his hair fell around him, Harry let out a shaky laugh. It felt weird, not having his hair to weigh down his head. He shook his head, wondering at the light feeling. But his delight lasted only a brief moment and Harry’s face melded into a more solemn expression. Quickly standing, he gathered al his hair and ran from his room, leaving the sword of course, down to the kitchens and out the back of the castle to the garbage disposal, watching with a small as his hair wafted down into the muck.
From there he ran, quickly and surely, into the forest for his daily run. Though this time, he took a different path to the Draumr Kopa. He pushed himself to the fastest he ever ran, ignoring the pain building in his legs from the unused stress, and the slight lack of air reaching his lungs. He ran faster and harder until he reached the Waterfall of Dreams, stopping and nearly collapsing, panting hard. But he didn’t fall, and he stared at the crystal water as he got his breath back. Then he sat down and began meditating. Afterwards, he stood and went through his forms, but instead of simply going through them just to get them done, Harry concentrated and felt for the Istalri within him, using it to put force in his movements. Then he began control over his ability, holding his bow and arrows for as long as he could, drawing out how long it would take until his own power began to burn him. By the end of the day—which was, in fact, more like night as he practiced well into the evening, Harry was drenched in sweat and as exhausted as if he just completed one of Blodhren’s hell weeks. He quickly made it to his room, took a shower, and slid into bed all without waking up Amelia.
This became his daily routine. He pushed himself hard, faster, stronger, with each passing day. He began to go to the infirmary more and more often, for healing ointments and bandages for the burns lining his arms and scarring his hands. At first, they were simply first degree burns, and the nurses passed it off as his training, as many always came in with wounds from dealing with their ability, easily giving him ointment and bandages. But then he started coming in with second degree burns and they started becoming concerned and a little bit suspicious. Their suspicions only escalated when he began to come in with both third degree and second degree burns, more so of the former. Noticing their looks, Harry sworn them all to secrecy, forcing them to vow on the crown.
As the days passed, the nurses were the ones to see him the most. He woke before Amelia to train and came home much after dark. His soria didn’t notice, too busy flirting with the Malfoy kid to pay him any mind. Not that Harry cared, anyway. He started to only wear long sleeved shirts and gloves when out to hide his heavy bandages. He didn’t speak much. He rarely ate meals, opting for small snacks like fruit or bread in between breaks when training. He was slowly spiraling into the darkness, just as his Hikka Staja ancestors before him did. While the descent was slow, it was sure, and Harry soon became harsher than even Moltagh. He spoke even less, glaring at anything and everything. He didn’t care. All that mattered to him was training more and more, harder and harder, not realizing that it was that that was pulling him down. It was, ironically, the only thing keeping him anchored at the moment.
~oOo~
“Ajihad…Harry…he’s been gone for so long…I am worried…” The usual strong presence of the Drottning was crushed as she sobbed, arms wrapped around herself.
The King of elves hated to see his Queen so distraught. No one has seen Harry in days; the castle did not echo with his laughs or the angered yells of whoever was victimized to his pranks. The castle was silent and still, much like it used to be before the young green eyed elf was brought into his family. Ajihad only then realized just how much everyone was affected by Harry’s boisterous presence. Everything was now so solemn, a sober cloud falling over Du Weldenvarden. His shoulders slumped as he turned to embrace his weeping love.
“Visara…we know how Harry is. He will return to us when he is ready.” The Drott’s face darkened. “But I cannot guarantee that he will return the same. Whatever ahs caused him to leave….will ultimately change him, whether for good or for bad.”
~oOo~
“Amelia! Amelia!” Blaise ran up to the woman elf whom he didn’t like much, but was probably the only one who knew where Harry was at, as she was his sister and therefore the one closest to him.
“Yes, uh…Blaire?”
“Blaise, but that’s not important right now. Do you know where Harry could possibly be?”
She shrugged. “I dunno. I haven’t seen him for a while now.”
He sighed in frustration. “Well, do you anywhere he would possibly go?”
Amelia though for a brief second, gaze wandering around. “You could try the Draumr Kopa, the Waterfall of Dreams. He likes going there sometimes.” She pointed north. “It’s that way—oh, I’ll see you around, maybe. Bye.” Blaise watched as she ran off to Draco, who happened to be walking nearby.
He sighed, but turned in the direction she pointed. He was determined to find Harry. The guilt was eating him. He couldn’t help but feel as if it was his fault Harry stopped coming to training and why Moltagh was a lot more irritable than normal. Even Blodhren didn’t try to rile the man up, as he usually did. Blaise tried to apologize to Moltagh, but the large elf told him that it wasn’t his fault.
“The relationship between me and Harry has always been…very unstable. We’re both too quick to anger, and it doesn’t help that we fuel the anger of each other. The guilt is also getting to me but…there’s not much anyone can do once Harry gets the way he is. Best to leave him alone and work out all his anger.”
But Blaise couldn’t do that. He wasn’t one of those type of people. That was something someone like Draco could do, but his mother taught him otherwise. If he felt guilty for something, it was only up to him to fix whatever was making him guilty and to assure himself that he would never again end up in a situation that would make him feel such guiltiness. Such belief took Blaise far and he had no immediate plans to change it.
He trekked quickly through the forest, fueled by his resolve. His determination was rewarding as he heard the sound of water crashing into water, and also the faint sounds of wordless shouts. He doubled his pace and stepped through a wall of trees into a clearing holding the largest water he ever saw in his life. It was truly a spectacular sight and Blaise felt as if he could stare at it all day, fascinated by the crystalline water. But then a particularly loud shout caught his attention and his head turned. In that moment, had anyone asked him, he could not even recall seeing the waterfall, his mind suddenly filled with one thought, one person. Harry.
The young elf was standing not too far from the edge of the small lake, panting softly, with a fiery bow clutched tightly in his hand. His hair was a lot shorter and clung to his face, slick with sweat, curling at the ends. There was a certain darkness in his eyes Blaise had not seen before, but only enhanced the compelling attraction he felt for Harry. Blaise licked his lips as a wave of lust raked through his body, making him half hard in an instant and very glad that he was wearing his concealing robes as Harry turned towards him. The raven’s eyes widened a fraction before his dark lashes lowered.
“Blaise? What are you doing here? How did you even know I was here?”
Blaise bit his lip. “I asked Amelia and she said you’d probably be here. And I’m here because…I was worried about you.”
Harry started. “Worried about me? Why?”
“Well…no one’s seen you in bit and well…everything’s so different without you. It’s a lot quieter and…” Blaise felt his cheeks heat, which only made him blush harder. “I just…wanted make sure you were okay, I guess…”
“Oh…” Harry’s eyes visibly softened and walked towards Blaise. “Thanks for your concern, Blaise, but I’m simply letting off a bit of steam. Me and Moltagh are…at odds at the moment, you know.”
At that, Blaise ducked his head in shame. “Is that…my fault?”
Harry drew back in surprise. “What? No way. My…apparent incompetence was something Moltagh was clearly bothered about long before either of us met you, so don’t worry.”
“But I can’t help but think that I am the catalyst…”
“No!” Blaise jerked when Harry grabbed his shoulders. “Do not blame yourself for anything, Blaise. It was my own stupidity for listening to Moltagh. And I’m sure it is past due time for me to return…though I cannot promise you that much from now will change. I have changed, Blaise, from the happy little elf you first knew.”
Blaise shook his head. “As long as it’s you, Harry…I don’t care.”
Green eyes widened and met dark, swirling blue. Blaise tried to use only his eyes to convey the emotions he felt for Harry, to show the beautiful elf just how much he cared. He reached out and grabbed Harry’s hands in his own, threading their fingers.
“Harry…you are important to me. I—I don’t know how I came to have such strong feelings for you in such little time, but I do. And I can only hope that you—…you feel the same.”
“Blaise…” Harry looked down and stepped closer to Blaise, close enough that Blaise could smell the sweet spicy scent wafting from the elf. “I…”
Harry looked up and Blaise widened as their faces pushed close together. Their noses were less than an inch apart and Harry’s breath washed over his face with every breath. The two stood frozen, unable to pull away or move closer. Blaise wanted to, though. He wanted to kiss Harry with every fiber in his being, so hard that the turmoil the beautiful man was feeling would be burned away.
But just as Blaise gathered enough wit to do so, a loud, pierce noise spread through the forest, coming from the castle. Both were startled and forced to jerk away from each other, looking towards the castle wide eyed. Blaise didn’t understand what was going on, but by the look on Harry’s face, he did.
“The siren…Something is trying to attack the kingdom.”
Blaise’s eyes widened. “Then…shouldn’t we go help?”
Harry gave him an unreadable look, staring for so long that Blaise began to fidget. And then he broke out into a smile so bright that Blaise felt as if he was punched in the chest.
“Yeah!”
The two ran, Harry slowing down so that Blaise could stay with him, all the way to a large clearing. Blaise’s eyes widened at the sight of so many Warriors all together at once. The only one’s he’d met were Moltagh, Blodhren, Harry, and Amelia. That time they were attacked by the goblins didn’t really count because Blaise had been so focused on Harry at the time. With some many all together, he was blow away by the mere presence they emitted. It was blood chilling, bone deep terrifying.
“Harry!”
Both men turned at the shout. Blodhren was running towards them, his face grim, but his eyes shining with excitement and mirth. He came to a stop in front of them.
“Good to see you. Like the new haircut.” The redhead turned to Blaise. “You ready for your first legit fight, little wizard?”
“Yes.” Blaise straightened. “I’m scared shitless, but I’m ready.”
Blodhren laughed and clapped his shoulder. “A true Warrior, then. You’re either stupid or a deadman if you aren’t scared.”
Harry snorted. “That’s not how the saying goes, Blodhren.”
“I know.” The older elf gave them a feral grin.
Another shout caught their attention and they turned to see Moltagh and Amelia walking towards them. Blaise noticed when Harry stiffened and quickly hooked their pinkies together, squeezing reassuringly before letting go. Harry shot him a look, but relaxed slightly, gazing at the approaching two coolly.
Moltagh glanced at Harry, but addressed Blodhren. “A horde of rabids, coming from the east.”
Blaise leaned towards Harry. “Rabids?”
Harry’s face darkened. “A crossbreed of the virus of werewolves and vampires, purposely created for destruction. Mindless deathbringers.”
“O—oh…wizards wouldn’t…have anything to do with that…right?”
The look Harry sent him gave Blaise his answer. Moltagh continued.
“I’m not sure if this was an intentional attack by someone or if the horde is getting a little antsy. Either way, we need the full force and they’ll still outnumber us.”
Blodhren growled. “Don’t they always? No matter; we’ll defeat them. We always do.”
Harry frowned. “I’m more concerned with the intent.”
Suddenly another, louder alarm sounded, making every single Warrior’s head quickly shoot up. Blaise’s eyes widened at all the serious, somber faces surrounding him. Even Blodhren’s eyes held no shine of mirth.
“We all are, Harry, but that is something we’re going to have to be concerned with later.”
“Yeah…” Harry glanced at Blaise. “Prepare yourself, Blaise. This is going to be…harsh.”
Blaise nodded. “I’m ready.”
Harry smiled grimly. “No one’s ever ready for their first time.”
What Blaise didn’t know was that Harry was referring to face the ultimatum of kill or be killed…
So...yeah this is pretty much the end. I'll have a second book out soon called Ono ne Thon Eka or I Love You, or in some cases I lust/want/desire you
Look out for it, okay?
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