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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 fourteen sucks. At least it does for Harry and Amelia. For them, being fourteen came with Drottnu(prince) and Drottningnu(princess) responsibilities. Not to mention everyone in the Sverdar Gedwey Ignasia expect more out if them because they're 'so strong'. Complete bullshit.

Fortunately for Harry, after their talk a year ago Moltagh began training him properly again. It was a bit awkward for the two of them, but they pulled through. Moltagh hadn't exactly told him why he was avoiding Harry, but Harry managed to convince the man to resume his training with a bit of whining and heavy pouting.

Amelia also trained with Moltagh, but on different days from Harry. They trained with both ebrithils, some days one of them would train with Moltagh, the other with Blodhren; then they would switch. Because of their circumstances, both ebrithils trained only the two of them while the others were split into the other five groups.

They tried to divide the traing into how it used to be, everyone spending some time with individual learning with the ebrithils supervision and then later a group work out to better teamwork for everyone. But after Harry almost set someone on fire, the Drott decided it would be better for the two ebrithil to focus only on them two.

Now, Moltagh focuses on element use and Blodhren on combat skills. With the two ebrithils help, Harry and Amelia were far more advanced than any of their peers and hoped to keep it that way. Alas, now that they were so strong, Ajihad thought it was best for the two of them to now focus on the politics of Du Weldenvarden.

Amelia was soon-to-be Drottning(Queen) and had much to learn about how the castle operated. Unfortunately for Harry, he would be the temporary Drott unless Amelia found her mate before her Crowning. For now, Harry had to learn the same stuff as Amelia.

At the moment, the alfya duo sat in a dusty old room in the castle; both half asleep from listening to some old-assed ebrithil telling them about the history of Du Weldenvarden.

He really doesn't have to teach so boringly. I mean, we practically learn the same thing from the story-tellers around castle. Harry sent to Amelia, dozing off slightly. Sometime in the last two years, Harry and Amelia learned how to communicate with each other. It wasn't exactly words, but kind of like words emotions mixed together to form a coherent thought. No one knew they had this ability, they didn't want people to constantly ask them if they were talking to each other.

I swear on Svit I don't know, love. I do know that I wish he would shut the hell up. If I hear him go on about how great Father is as a Drott one more time, I swear I will beat his head repeatedly into the ground. Amelia sent back darkly. The dark thoughts didn't shock Harry. They figured long ago that they could possibly be Dark elves.

They noticed when they first started training individually with the ebrithil that they acted more like Moltagh than the other elves. And Moltagh was a Dark elf. It didn't take Harry two and two to put together the possibility of them being Dark elves and he immediately told Amelia.

At first, she was shocked and denied Harry's claims. On both sides of her parents were mainly Light elves. She grew up hearing about all the great things they've done and she wanted to grow up to be like them to. While Dark elves were accepted, they were usually avoided due to their short tempers and moodiness...much like how everyone treated Moltagh.

Harry sat for many hours to convince her that it was okay. He also explained how he came to the conclusion that they were indeed Dark. It mainly focused on how much more comfortable they felt around Moltagh than with the other elves. Finally, Amelia accepted the possibility and now, a year later, darker traits showed between the two.

I'll hold him down for you. Harry sneered at the ebrithil as his back was turned. His thoughts and actions were a bit more darker than Amelia's. The reason why Hikki Staja's were the most feared and dangerous out of the Warrior types was because the natural magic coming from that type boosted the characteristics of whichever path fate has chosen for a person.

One would think that it would be a good thing, especially if a person was Light, right? No! Most Hikki Staja were, coincidentally, of the Dark. The type of power that came with being a Hikki Staja best fit only those of the Dark. Any Light elf that was a Hikki Staja unfortunately went insane a few days after their Choosing. It was almost like the role of Hikki Staja was made only for those of the Dark.

It would make since. Hikki Staja alfya saw more blood and death than the other two types. They were everywhere on the battle field. They were the shields for the others-because they were so strong. Most associated those of the Dark to...well, like all the death. But that wasn't true. At least, not according to Iris.

Harry frowned, closing his eyes and cradling his jaw in his palms; his elbows on the table. Tenebris omnia aequare non ad malum sicut omne bonum lumen non aequabo...fatum consumit...That's what Iris used to always tell me growing up. Is it true? I've never seen Moltagh any more viscious than a good yelled curse word...or a hundred. He never did anything that really made him come off as Dark, other than his mood.

Harry sighed. Moltagh was a bit of a touchy subject. A whole year later and still there relationship wasn't how it used to be. Harry wanted his crabby old friend back who cursed at him if his foot was even a centimeter off. Now, all he had was a quiet, almost emotionless, man who would silently correct him with a small nudge in the right direction. At least he was teaching Harry.

Harry knew it wasn't Moltagh's mood that made the man treat him like this. He had seen the large man talking and laughing...well, somewhat laughing, with the other ebrithils and alfya his age.

So, what did I do that made him treat me like this? The last time he actually talked to me, he was all happy-go-lucky and smiling. What happened? Harry wondered to himself. Since that day, he has spent many hours trying to decipher the reason why Moltagh's attitude towards him changed.

"Harry!" Amelia's annoyed voice sounded beside him; it would have scared him if Warrior training hadn't finely tuned his senses. He looked up to his soria (sister) standing beside him, hands on hips. "We are going to be late if you don't hurry up. Moltagh will rip us a new one if we don't get there on time. And then Blodhren will make us train for a extra two hours."

The two ebrithils had decided to do a joint training that day. It would seem that the training for that day was really important and the ebrithils wanted them to get as much training as possible. Therefore, they joined their training so instead of half days, Harry and Amelia would train together for a full day.

"No, Moltagh will rip you a new one since he won't go near me if he doesn't have to." Harry grumbled, standing up to walk out of the dusty old room and towards the meadow.

Amelia rolled her eyes. "Oh, you drama queen. Just give the big guy some time. He'll come around at some point. Whatever is bothering him will soon be resolved, I bet you."

"Time? He hasn't spoken to me properly in over a year. I think that's more than enough time to think, Amelia." Harry clenched his jaw. It hurt him to know that his only other closest friend was treating only him like this.

"Yeah? Well, give him more time. If you really truly are his friend, then you can what years for him to forgive you-"

"Forgive me?! I haven't done anything that needs to be forgiven." Harry interrupted, suddenly furious.

"Sorry, Harry. I know what you mean. But, just think-"

"Harry! Amelia! Come on, we are going this way." A cheery voice called out to them. They had made it to the meadow without realizing it and now Blodhren was calling them over. Blodhren was a Light elf, but he did have his Dark tendencies.

The man was a bit shorter than Moltagh, and a lot less buffer. His hair fell in deep, blood-red waves down his back and his hazel eyes constantly sparkled with joy. Blodhren was probably one of the most cheeriest alfa anyone could ever meet. Even though they were childhood friends, Blodhren and Moltagh were nearly complete opposites.

Speaking of the larger man, he stood next Blodhren; his arms were crossed and his was scowling deeply, like always. Except, when he greeted Harry and Amelia, he wouldn't look Harry and only mumbled his greeting to the boy.

Harry was slightly surprised when his heart gave a little wrench. He was confused by the feeling he had whenever Moltagh was near, but he was used to it happening. Something told him not to tell anyone, so no one knew he had these feelings-not even Amelia. He really wanted to tell her, but something held him back.

Abruptly looking up, Harry frowned as he recognized the area they were in. It was the path Harry and Amelia took every morning; it headed towards the Draumr Kopa, The Waterfall of Dreams. As they walked closer, Harry couldn't help the feeling of dread that filled him as he guessed what they were going to do.

"Alright, you two." Moltagh's rough voice called out to them. "See the waterfall over there? You're gonna get real associated with it today."

"Associated? What do you mean?" Amelia asked, looking cautiously at the waterfall. Blodhren stepped up.

"Basically, the two of you will learn to sync with the Istalri. Everyone has to learn this at some point, but you are so advanced that Moltagh and I agreed it would be best to do it now. The best way to get an alfa to sync with their element is through a life or death situation that nullifies the natural bond you have with your element." He turned to face the waterfall. "The Draumr Kopa runs the coldest water out of all of our land. it will do more than nullify your abilities; if you don't learn quick-"

"You die quick." Moltagh interrupted, looking at them sternly...Well, looking at Amelia sternly. "What you two have to do is stand at the base of the waterfall. There is large rock platform for you to stand on. Your goal is to sync with the Istalri, which will heat your body to the point that whatever drop of water that comes within a foot of your skin will evaporate into steam." He smirked. "That is, if you don't freeze to death first."

Harry and Amelia sucked in a shocked gasp. What the hell? Does he want to kill us? Harry got from Amelia.

No, not you. Me...probably. He sent back, sullenly. Amelia shot him a look.

Harry stop that. You are only hurting yourself. I told you to give him some time. Harry sighed and nodded.

"Alright, then. When do we begin?" Amelia asked confidently.

This time it was Blodhren who smirked. "Now."

What. The. Hell. Harry's teeth clashed together as he shivered. He'd been standing under the waterfall for over an hour and still hadn't been able to even summon the Istalri. He couldn't even feel its presence within him. It was as if he reverted back to the kid him before his initiation. Beside him, Amelia also stood shivering.

They hadn't even been able to connect through their link, the cold distracted them from being able to concentrate enough to connect. They tried holding hands, but about half an hour ago they stopped, instead opting for wrapping their arms around themselves to preserve warmth.

Harry let out a small, desperate moan in the back of his throat. He couldn't even open his mouth; he was afraid he would accidentally bite off his tongue if he tried to. Blodhren and Moltagh were cruel for doing this to them. Well, the ebrithil did warn them. Even said it was possible they would die.

But we're not ready for this! Harry thought viciously. He jumped as Amelia gave a loud cheer beside him. Then he felt the heat. He turned to look in shock at her.

Steam surrounded Amelia, making it hard to see, but Harry could see the outline of her as she jumped up and down. His jaw clenched as he glared at her outline. He then heard Blodhren's voice.

"Great, Amelia. You can come down now. Since you got the feeling, being able to sync with the Istalri will come much easier than that. Follow me, we will begin immediately after you eat and get about an hour or two of rest."

Amelia immediately stopped jumping and Harry saw her head turn towards him. "H-Harry?" His jaw clenched tighter; he couldn't respond. "Oh, Harry. Don't give up, okay? You can't die on me. M-Moltagh will be here with you. I love you, bro." Her outline disappeared.

Harry would have slumped forward if he could, but he was frozen in place. Moltagh was just right there...but what would he do? I bet it was his idea to start this early. Anger and hatred filled Harry. He felt a flash of something warm build up inside, but then it was gone. He knows. He knows I have a hard enough time trying to control the Istalri. Why...why would he have me do this? Why won't I sync? How long have I been here? Two hours? Black dots began appearing in his vision and slowly the cold was taken over by numbness. I'm supposed to be the Hikki Staja, right? Why won't it work?

As the black dots completely took over his vision, Harry sent out one last thought. Istalri...help me...please...

~~Harry is knocked out for this part~~

Steam began billowing everywhere. Big clouds of white rolled over the water and engulfed the area. Moltagh stared, worried.

"Harry!" He called out, his voice filled with worry and concern. When the boy didn't respond, Moltagh burst into a sprint closer to the waterfall. The steam made it hard for him to see; so much more of it was there than there was for Amelia. He expected that to happen, Harry was so much stronger than the girl. But it seemed like there was much more than should've been there.

"Harry!" Moltagh shouted in relief, running towards the boy. His look of relief quickly changed to one of dread as he realized the boy was on the ground and unresponsive. The steam focused around Harry; the water didn't even reach a yard before it turned to steam. Moltagh could feel the blistering heat from where he stood.

He fell hard on his knees in front of Harry, sweat already running rivers down his face and back. He reached for Harry just to pull back with a surprised, pain filled hiss. Harry's skin felt as if it was on fire. Moltagh clenched his jaw and attempted to grab the boy again.

It burned like hell but he had to get Harry to a healer. Moltagh ran quickly, cursing the waterfall for being so far from the town. He couldn't sync his own bond with the Istalri for fear of it affecting Harry somehow. Moltagh ran as if his life depended on it, which he felt as if it did. As if the beautiful boy in his arms was all that mattered.

The castle came into view; giving Moltagh a burst of energy and his legs pumped faster. Soon. he burst through the castle's heavy doors, cursing the ancient alfya who built the castle for not using their stupid magic to at least try to make the doors lighter. The last he remembered was calling out for help before everything went black; Harry cradled safely in his large arms, even as they blistered from the heat.

haha! cliffhanger! ha!
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