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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.

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Being twelve isn't that much different from being eleven. Harry mused. It was the morning of the anniversary of the day of Amelia's and his initiation day. They decided a few months ago to celebrate both of their birthdays on their initiation day because it was sort of a coming of age day for the two of them.

At the moment, Harry laid in bed with Amelia, arms crossed under his head. Amelia was curled up beside him, still asleep and keeping him warm. Since their initiation day, they shared the same bed and the same room. The bed itself was humongous, four postered and large enough to fit about four people comfortably.

The room was extremely vast in itself. Plush pillows in deep reds and greens-Harry and Amelia's favorite colors-littered the floor, pushed off the bed by the alfa duo, as everyone had began calling them. The carpet was equally luxurious, decorated in whirls of reds, golds, greens and silvers. The sparkling diamond walls were somehow of a deep cream.

A cream colored love seat sat facing the only wall with floor-to-ceiling windows. Two large dressers made of cherry wood sat against another wall, a large mirror above them. Two wardrobe closets also made of cherry wood sat beside to them. Knicks and knacks that had accumulated over the past year by Harry and Amelia littered almost every surface in the room.

A year ago, when Harry entered the room for the first time, he was completely shocked. It was almost as large as the house he and Iris used to live in. He was nervous because he wasn't sure if he could live in a room that big by himself. And then Harry found out Amelia would be living with him. He was immediately happy and bounced eagerly into the room.

Now, a whole year later, he was more comfortable in his and Amelia's room than he was at his old house. Mainly because Amelia was there with him. But there was the possibility that one day they would no longer share the room because they were to old to act that way. Amelia would probably have to move back to her old room and Harry a completely different room.

Hopefully not. Harry thought with a grimace. It is not like we are going to do anything. She's my sister.

"Harry what is up with that ugly look on your face?" A sleepy voice beside him asked. He turned to see Amelia rubbing the sleep out of her eyes. If anything changed about the young alfa was an increase of her bluntness about everything. Just like Harry, everything about her was the same except a slight increase in muscle mass gained from Warrior training.

Warrior training was...interesting, to say the least. That is, if you ignored the taunting from the others. Harry and Amelia were literally the least in everything. They were the youngest, the shortest, the slowest, the newest, the physically weakest. In fact, the only thing that they surpass the others in is their magical abilities and strength.

Majority of the Warriors in the Sverdar gedwey ignasia had an affinity with the Istalri, but only had limited amounts of what they could do varying on the person. Harry and Amelia were the only ones who could conjure the Fire for longer than a few minutes. Unfortunately, that didn't stop the others from taunting them.

"Harry? What's up?" Amelia sat up, staring at Harry in concern.

He shook his head. "Nothing. Its just...what if Ajihad makes us separate rooms when we get older? I don't want to sleep without you next to me."

Amelia frowned. "Well, we will have to fight him, I suppose. I mean, we could come up with something. Like, if we were separated now, we could get really sick, or something. Or tell him that it was pointless because we would just go to each others rooms."

"But what if just puts up guards and stuff so we couldn't reach each other?"

"We could do it, Harry. I know we can. No matter what, we won't be separated without our consent."

"Okay!" Harry, once again happy, snuggled down into the blankets; pulling Amelia down with him. They both loved to wake before training started so they could have a bit of brother-sister bonding. They usually snuggled under the covers to watch the sun rise or sit in the love seat, talking with a cup of tea.

Soon enough, though, they reluctantly rose to dress for training. Tight leggings and tunic were what they always wore, as to not hinder their movement. They never knew what they would do in training for that day, so they always prepared for the worst. But they usually started with a light run to get the blood pumping.

Today was no different. After a short greeting in the meadow a distance from Du Weldenvarden, everyone ran off in their own directions for the five hour run they did everyday. Harry and Amelia took the same route everyday. Directly North from the meadow, heading straight towards the Draumr Kopa, or the Waterfall of Dreams. It was a large waterfall-its pond almost fifty feet in diameter-and Harry and Amelia ran around it to the cliff a mile from it; which, starting from the meadow, took a little over two hours.

At the cliff, they rested for about ten to twenty minutes, drinking water and watching the rise further into the sky. They then ran all the way back to the meadow to almost immediately began training.

In total, there were fifty Warriors in the Sverdar gedwey ignasia. Ten were ebrithil and the other forty were students. All together they were Warriors who fought for Du Weldenvarden when the time came. When an ebrithil dies, the oldest student takes his or hers place. An ebrithil stays a teacher until then.

The forty students were split into five groups of eight, two ebrithil to each group. The two strongest ebrithil taught the eight strongest alfya, and so forth. Each ebrithil pair decided what their group would do, aside from the mandatories. The mandatories consisted of basic sword play, basic hand-to-hand combat, basic archery, and individual teaching of element.

From there, based on your individual performance, an ebrithil will assign you a specific task to help you in a certain area of increase your strength in a different area. Most had to work on teamwork.

Harry were quite familiar with the alfya in his group. There were eight of them in all. Moltagh (Pronounced Mol-tav) and Blodhren were Harry's group's ebrithil, both with strong affinities for the Istalri. A majority of students had affinities with the Rae or Kopa, with only one alfa with an affinity for the Great Svit-Kona and two-Harry and Amelia-with affinities for the Istalri.

"Alright everyone, today will be different from the usual different." Blodhren stood in front of them, hands on hips and looking as if he just woke up from the most refreshing nap in his life. Harry could only pant heavily in envy. The ebrithil drawled on, "Our two favorite shorties are now twelve years old. Can anyone dare to tell me what that means?"

Tierra, the only other girl in their group who coincidentally had the affinity for Svit-Kona, raised her hand. "It means their Warrior's Yawe will be activated. They will officially become one of us and can participate when there is a threat." The girl smirked. "That is, if their little bodies can handle it."

Everyone laughed loudly while Harry and Amelia scowled. Harry stepped forward to confront Tierra about what exactly he could take but Amelia stopped him, holding her arm out. "It is no use, Harry. We have shown them countless times how strong we are, but still they mock. They only do so to stroke their own egos. It is below us to respond to such pettiness." She whispered in his ear softly. He nodded grudgingly.

The laughing died down and Blodhren continued. "Okay, enough of that. Tierra, while you are correct, that is not all. Today they will also learn what type of Warrior the will be. There are three types of Warrior that fate can chose for them. Medh Gulia, or Luck Bringer, all range types who use their affinity to fight threats, there are not that many of the among the Warriors. Sverdar Ignasia, or Sword Hand, short range types who fight with all types of swords or even sword like objects-which does include sticks-they are most common in a Warrior. And lastly, the Hikka Staja. They are the rarest of Warriors, only one has existed during Drott Ajihad's reign, as per usual to a king's reign. They are long range types, but are equally fierce in short range. They infuse the use of their affinities with archery, resulting in a string aero attack against threats."

Everyone could hear the awe in Blodhren's voice; they all felt the same as he. Hikka Staja were very rare and Harry has only heard of them in the legends story tellers in the castle told him and Amelia. How awesome it would be if I was a Hikka Staja. He and Amelia shared a look and a grin, thinking the same thing.

Moltagh's rough voice called them out, "Harry! Amelia! Get your short asses up front and center!" They scrambled forward, not wanting to get on the ebrithil's bad side. Not on this day. They craned there next to stare up at the hulking man. Moltagh was an impressive sight. 6'7 in height and muscle mass greater than his body weight, Moltagh was a formidable opponent. He was the largest and physically strongest out of all of Du Weldenvarden, let alone the Sverdar gedwey ignasia. He was also the quickest to anger, so most stayed away from him, to scared they would get on his bad side.

But, of course, not Harry and Amelia. Moltagh was their favorite ebrithil, much to everyone's confusion. But to Harry and Amelia, Moltagh was a fascinating alfa. His deep, gravely voice could captivate them for days. It tickled their funny bone to twist their necks up just to see the man's face-which, by the way, was extremely handsome. His use of vulgar language entertained them for hours on end.

But what they loved most about the man was his fierceness. While he did mock the two of them for their height, he never underestimated them and worked them beyond their limits. Every time they trained with the large man, the went home bone-tired and sore, but satisfied-again, to everyone's confusion. They spent most of their time with Moltagh. He was their only hope for getting stronger.

"Alright you two useless pieces of shits. Stand still and clear your minds. Close your eyes, close them. Good. Now, hold out your Yawe hands." They did as they were told. Harry felt giddy excitement build up him. He also felt Amelia's. It was shy impossible for the two to clear their minds when near each other. Their link made it very hard for the to concentrate on themselves.

"Domia abr wryda." Harry heard Moltagh summon the book of fate. He felt like jumping up and down; he was going to become an official Warrior. Butterflies filled his stomach as he heard Moltagh recite the proper words and his hand began to burn slightly. The burn increased until Harry could barely stand it any longer. The pain was doubled as Amelia's bounced to him. He was sure Amelia felt the same as his pain bounced to her.

He groped inside his mind, searching for his link connecting to Amelia. He found it, a golden cord that went out into the darkness, and grasped it; Amelia did the same. The link resounded with a twang, and they suddenly grew stronger.

Together, as one, they grit their teeth and locked their knees. They clenched their left hand painfully until blood ran and nearly cried at the pain. It only grew worse as it doubled from the connection, but neither of them cared; they bared through it together. Sweat fell in rivulets down their face and back. Slowly, the burn slid away, leaving them shaking and gasping for breath.

But they still stood, they did it. Most Warriors collapsed from their singular pain, but Harry and Amelia stood through it all-their pain doubled. Slowly they lowered their arm carefully and opened their eyes. They blinked as everyone stared at them in shock.

"Oh shit. I forgot you two had to be separated when doing this or the pain would be doubled. Dammit, The Drott is going to rip me a new one when he finds out. Why didn't either of you tell me?" Moltagh's rough voice was laced with worry, only Harry and Amelia could tell, though. Everyone else assumed it was anger.

They looked at each other, letting go of the link now that the pain was gone, and shrugged, turning back to Moltagh. "We did not think about it. Plus its better we did it together, even with the pain." They said, simultaneously. Moltagh did nothing but shake his head at them.

"You two are dumbasses. Alright, let me see those marks. Svit forbid you to are both Medh Gulia or we're all dead." Scowling, the duo obediently raised their Yawe signs. The way to tell which type they was is pretty simple. The mark in general would become a darker silver to represent their rank as official Warriors. To determine which type they were, a specific part of the Yawe was colored black.

The bottom of the tattoo was different, depending on your Affinity. A drawn breeze for those for the Rae. Flames for those of the Istalri. Waves for those of the Kopa. And grass for those of the Great Svit-Kona. That part was shaded black if your type was the Medh Gulia.

The top was the same for everyone. The Sword and Bow and Arrows crossed. The Sword was shaded if you were a Sverdar Ignasia type. The Bow and Arrows and the element was black if you were a Hikki Staja.

Moltagh checked Amelia's hand-ladies first, of course-and nodded approvingly, impressed. "Well, little Princess Shorty here is a Medh Gulia." he announced, raising her hand for all to see. Her flames were a deep black, stark contrast against the rest of her silver colored mark and against her olive skin. She blushed and ducked her head. The group clapped loudly, also impressed.

Harry clapped hard and loud, even though it shot pain through his right arm with each clap. He was happy and proud for his sister. She would be a strong Medh Gulia. He was scared to check his own hand; with his luck, he would be a Sverdar Ignasia, which wasn't bad...just common and therefore expected.

Moltagh released Amelia's hand and turned to Harry. He closed his eyes and laid his hand in Moltagh's much larger one, palm up...Silence...more silence. Then Moltagh was releasing curses in elfin faster than ever before. Not even when Amelia accidentally kneed him in his jewels did he ever curse so bad. Harry's eyes flew open as dread filled him.

"Barzul...barzul...barzul."Was the only curse Harry understood coming from the large man. Moltagh flung his arm away forcefully and Harry stumbled back, shocked.

Oh man, with my luck, nothing darkened at all. Feeling sick, Harry raised his hand to his face...and blinked in surprise. Amelia came over, concerned, and also blinked. Then she began giggling, slowly working her way to a full, blown out laugh. Blodhren made his way over, his face a cross between concern, anger, and curiosity.

He roughly grabbed Harry's hand, bringing it up with a scowl. Then, he blinked to. Twice, actually. Moltagh was still curse, but was slowing down in his explicitives. He soon fully stopped and opted for glaring at Harry. Harry could only stare back, still in shock. It wasn't his fault what fate chose.

"Well, what is he then? I bet his hand didn't even change, did it? Ha! So weak." A boy only a year older than Harry, called out. His name was Aerin, with an affinity with Rae. Moltagh blinked and turned to Aerin in fury.

"You shut your goddamned mouth, Aerin! You shut it right now, dammit!" Moltagh turned to face the others, who were smirking over Aerin's jab at Harry. "I'll have you know that this boy." He jerked Harry over. "Is the first Hikki Staja in almost over 100 years." He raised Harry's hand defiantly into the air. The flames and Bow and Arrows were clearly black against the silver of his sword and the paleness of his skin.

Well, that surely wiped the smirks off their faces...
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