Harry and the New World

Prologue

Men were running around, screaming frantically and shooting arrows at strange creatures riding on horses. The creatures were ruthlessly cutting down the men that came close to them. The men were outnumbered.

A girl, no older than sixteen, ran up a case of stairs, away from the fighting, lifting her long, flowing green dress above her ankles. She ran into the glowing white palace where men in armor ran, grabbing bows, arrows, swords, and daggers. Her people were being attack. She stopped a man who looked to be in his mid-forties, with long almost-silver hair and asked frantically, "How did they get here? How did they get into our world?!"

The man had been wounded in his arm, but still he was about to run out into battle again. "I do not know, my lady Aelwyn. They ambushed us. Many women and children have been lost."

"Where is Lady Evelyn?"

"She is safe. They took her and Lord Hurin to the caverns."

"How many are there?"

"Somewhere in the hundreds, my lady. We can not take them."

The girl stood silent for a moment, thinking hard. "Bring me my bow."

"But, my lady, I really must protest..."

"No, you can not persuade me."

"My lady, I can't..."

"Mornean, I will not allow my people to die..."

"But if you die then there is no hope for our world!"

"Please understand, I need to do this. At least we will have more of a chance."

Mornean looked to the ground, defeated. "Yes, my lady." He disappeared into the crowd of men for a few moments and then came back with a bow and a quiver of arrows, along with a sword in its sheath. "This was your fathers," he said in response to her questioning look.

"Thank you, Mornean. I'm putting you in charge of the soldiers. Get them out there, and get the women and children to safety."

"Yes, my lady, but please be careful." The young girl smiled innocently then ran out of the white palace and into the fierce fighting below.

Many of her people were already dead, but Aelwyn had to try to save the living. She ran behind objects, hiding from the mysterious riders, shooting at them every once in awhile. She crawled along the bodies and ducked behind a boulder when she saw two riders who were about to kill a young warrior. Aelwyn quietly loaded her bow, aimed at one of the men, and shot him in the heart, killing him instantly. The other rider turned to look at her, but she shot him too.

"My lady!" the young man cried. "You should not be out here!"

"Do not worry about me. Now, go and fight!"

Aelwyn stepped over many bodies, searching for any survivors as she passed, but she could not see any. Suddenly a rough hand grabbed her throat and lifted her a few inches off the ground.

"I will kill you slowly, wench," the hideous rider croaked.

Aelwyn struggled to breath and stay alert, but each breath became harder and her sight began to fade. The creature was choking her to death. She reached desperately for her sword and unsheathed it, severing the man that grasped her. She fell to the ground, still in a daze, but quickly got to her feet and hid behind a stone statue. She could see Mornean and some others fighting the majority of the riders, and winning.

"What do we have here," she heard a crude voice ask. Another creature had found her behind the statue. "Look Borge, it's a helpless little girl."

"What should we do to her, Lorn?"

The creature ran the tip of his sharp sword across her neck, almost cutting her pale skin. "I think we should cut her throat, and then we can gut her."

"Oi, that sounds fun!" The other creature kneeled beside Aelwyn and lifted her face to his then paused when he saw her face.

"What is it?" the other asked.

"Her...her eyes...look at her eyes..." he said as he stared at her in disbelief.

"What are you talking about?" the other grabbed her chin and yanked her face towards his. He gasped. "No, it can't be. Her eyes, they are feign."

"My eyes are real!" she shouted, now feeling irritated.

"But, they...they are mismatched."

"So?" the girl asked with annoyance in her voice.

"Yes, but they are green and violet."

"You...you are the girl they speak of," one said, fear in his eyes.

Aelwyn looked at their faces with satisfaction. "Yes, I am the one they speak of." She grabbed Borge by the collar with one hand, and with the other grabbed his stomach. He screamed in pain as a ball of fire generated in her palm and forced its way into his body, killing him. Lorn stood, aghast, and began to run away from the girl, but another ball of fire grew in her hands and she threw it, hitting him in his back.

Aelwyn ran towards the fighting she heard in front of the palace steps. There she saw Mornean again and the young man she had saved before. She raised her hands above her head then placed her palms in front of her body, aiming at the creatures attacking her people. She closed her hands then opened them quickly. The creatures she aimed at suddenly exploded before the soldiers' eyes. Mornean looked at where the creatures once stood then looked at Aelwyn.

"My lady..."

"Everything is all right, Mornean." The man could only look at the young girl in bewilderment. She gave the man a reassuring smile but then saw that he was staring at something behind her.

"My lady, behind you!"

The girl turned around to see an arrow coming towards her. But before she could do anything, the poisoned arrow pierced her heart, another followed into her left arm, then another into her stomach. She staggered with the impact, breathing hard as the poison slowly seeped into her bloodstream. The world around her was becoming faint. She could hear the distant voice of Mornean and the sound of clashing metal as the fighting never stopped. Her sight became blurry and darkness began to percolate her eyes. She could smell fires burning as the forests caught of fire, and the stench of blood flooded her senses. Soon the world became blurry and she lost all sense of thought. Her body began to sway dangerously as she fell to her knees. She cupped her wounds and looked at her blood stained hands as reality of death filled her mind. The drowsiness of the poison had finally caught up to her and she began to fall backwards as her eyes closed. She could not fight anymore. Only the thought of the death of her people filled her mind as she fell into someone's arms, but now everything had become dark, and her mind was empty of all thoughts. She was no more.

Harry woke up in a cold sweet, gasping for air. He was so sure the dream was real. It was almost like he had been in the battle field, beside that mysterious girl the whole time. Even now that he was awake, he thought the girl he saw was real.

He got up from his bed and slowly crept down the squeaky stairs, trying to avoid waking the Dursleys. Once he got to the kitchen, he grabbed a glass from the cabinet and filled it with water. He chugged the water down with one gulp then filled the glass again. The dream was too real for his liking.