Goblet of Magic

Prologue:

Over three thousand years ago the mundane and magical world diverged. Magic was spreading and diluting itself as it mixed with all the creatures of the Earth. Soon those who called themselves magical would no longer exist, only the slightest of magic would prevail evenly distributed across all of existence. Fearful of this, the magical world called forth a council. Centaurs, Dragons, Wizards, Shape-shifters and all of the magical creatures came forth to discuss this. One of among them a truly wise Centaur, Thyme, found the solution to their problem. To stop the diffusing of magic, they had to bind it to the world's separate magical people. And so Thyme explained what must be done:

"A ceremony that each of our species must be apart of equally, except our youngest sibling, must be done to bind the magic to us, to maintain us. Each of us must look within and find what we truly believe ourselves to be. An example, to me, we centaurs are creatures of the forest, we know what every herb and root is, we shoot a bow with accuracy that few may surpass, and we read the sky with reverence. Every one of our species must find the true us and bind the magic so that it knows what we are so that it will maintain us as we are." With this said all of the magical creatures of the world bound together amongst their own kind and spoke out to their mother, Gaea telling her who they were.

One must understand that in these ancient days, magic responded to ones every thought. Now, while it still responds, it only responds to those who truly understand its nature. Magic is not energy; it is a living sentient force. Primal in it's being; it is neither good nor evil, but natural. In our age, most treat it like a tool, so it will respond as a tool; breaking down or working only as it is bid and extracting vengeance when ill used. Though, there are those who see and understand and can work with magic as they once did. In the past five hundred years only two people have understood it as thus: Alberforth Dumbledore in recent memory and Aradia Hufflepuff, last of the true Druids, descent from one of the most powerful Witch.

However while all of the magical creatures had done this one must remember an essential parts to the Binding of Magic that Thyme had spoken of. First was the ceremony that gave the attributes to certain creatures. Second, all things must be balanced and the willful Magic would not be denied~ the mundane would rise with magic in their veins. They were to be known as Muggleborn: among the Centaurs, born from mundane horses a Centaur would come, among the Dragons, born from mundane reptiles a Dragon would come, among the Shape-shifters, born from any and all mundane creatures, a Shape-shifter would come, among the Humans, born from their mundane a Wizard would come and so forth thru the rest of Gaea's world. And so the Muggleborn came into being, to balance and force change among the magical rank.

There is a third part to Thyme's answer: "A ceremony that each of our species must be apart of equally, except our youngest sibling, must be done to bind the magic to us, to maintain us." The youngest sibling of the magical world is those that called themselves 'Wizards' or 'Witches.' We were the last to evolve into existence, and would have to bind the magic of the world closer to ourselves then any and all of the races. Which is why, even onto this day, you can find and see why the rest of the magical world has yet to extinguish us for our snotty attitude. We believe ourselves better than Goblins, the Were-creatures, Unicorns, Trolls and various other, they have equal reason to wish us dead. Yet we are the ones who maintain the final binding on magic. Should we cease to exist so than the magic would once more spread across Gaea's lands making all slightly magical and almost completely mundane.

Yet you wonder what our final job was, what we did to finalize the binding of magic? That is your question, is it not? Allow me to explain. During the Council that all that was magical had been to, the wisest Wizards and Witches affirmed who and what they were...

"Our greatest abilities stands within our healing ability!" shouted Andra Diggle. "What fool answer is that!?!" ranted Matachi Chang. "That puts emphasis on YOUR specialty. What about the rest of us! I'd rather work with the weather than heal." "The weather! Your full of hot air, our greatest strength is within our ability to transfigure ourselves and others," jumped in Alecard Goyle. Sighs could be heard throughout the valley. Arguments had been running rapid through the wizard encampment since the adjournment of the council. Everyone seemed to have an opinion on what it meant to be a wizard or witch. And you guessed it, no one was agreeing. It had been three days since the rest of the magical creatures had finished their ceremonies, yet the humans had yet to start. There was laughing among the pixies, and snickering from the dragons, and eye rolls from the centaurs.

Finally, near the end of the third night someone spoke out, "I might be young but I think I have an idea," started Hermes Ravenclaw. Seeing he had everyone's attention he continued, "Why can't we be a bit more general? We all love the various parts of our Lady Gaea. She is magic and magic is what we want to continue to hold and love dearly. Why don't we just say that the trait of Wizards and Witches is our love for magic in all of her forms and that individually we study various parts of her so that we can know her as we know ourselves? We all have our various specialties and none of us could stand the idea of giving it up." Silence met the charismatic words from Ravenclaw. Older minds were wondering why they didn't think of such a simple answer. On the forth night, after a few short arguments, all that bore magic sat, stood, or kneeled under a bright full moon. The seven wisest Wizards and Witches led the ceremony, they stood as so: Andra Diggle, Matachi Chang, Alecard Goyle, Hermes Ravenclaw, Verpes Potter, Selene Malfoy, and Chadwick Weasley. They spoke in union, "Our Lady love, our Lady mother don't leave us. We can not survive without you for you bring to us the ability to merge with the mundane, the will to create change, and foremost, the love of knowledge of yourself. For you mean to us so many things stay with us. We beg of you, mother, lover." Together all that were magically human concentrated on these words and their minds became one as they thought of their ability to merge with the mundane, and their will to create change. Yet they diverged on their Lady love, for some imagined the strength of a storm, while some concentrated on the brewing of glory or death, and others saw the sweet growth of the earth and yet so many different magical disciplines. For not all of the different grains of sand on all of the beaches of Earth, could one pinpoint all of the secrets of the primal force known as Lady Magic. And so the Youngest created the second final binding of Magic. After a week of rest, the wisest met again, for they had to plan a final Binding of Magic, the third and final task they were set as the Youngest.

"So any idea on how to finish the binding," questioned Verpes. "Will it needs to be lasting, something that will remind future generations of what we did and why," responded Matachi. "Don't forget practical, what touches on our daily lives that can be exploited for use. Something that's a constant in the now and the future?" commented Alecard. "Don't forget our lady," Selene throws in. "Our Lady? What do you mean," Andra asked, confused. "Will it should be interactive, so that we allow our Mother into our lives. We did, the entire magical community, just bossed her into doing what we wanted so that we didn't lose her," Selene alleged. "I get it! We need someway for her to influence us, a way to show that we respect and love her," exclaimed Hermes. "Will, at least we sort of know what we have to do," sighed Verpes. "Like I said, it needs to touch on our daily lives," sighed Alecard. "What about marriage? I mean my wife is one of the most important people in my life. She gave me my son. Why don't we find a way for asking permission for marriage between two people," asked Chadwick. "That's great! We all asked our parents for permission to get married, and our Lady is our Mother," exclaimed Selene. "It shows our love for her, we give her the ultimate deciding factor over who we may marry." "So maybe we get a huge holder, a cauldron or a goblet and we invite our Lady Mother to keep a part of herself within and then we have all of the magical children's names put in when their born and when they chose to marry they must petition the cauldron or what ever for the right," Matachi gushed as she ran with the idea. "Yea, that's a great idea! Verpes, you'll have to make the liquid that would do this. You know, so that if the unmarried should die their names can be erased, after all you're a potion master," Andra said jumping in. "Don't forget something that can't be magically fooled on who's born, something to keep accurate notes, a quill. I could take care of that, I'm a master at charms," volunteered Hermes. "Make sure it picks up everyone, including the Muggleborn," Chadwick reminded Hermes. "And why do we have to include them, they'll dilute our blood," sneered Selene. "We need them in their, they are Mother's children just as we are!" Chadwick said tightly. "Will I'm certainly not having them within my lineage, we will marry among other magical beings. The veela's won't harm our powers," Selene announced coldly. "No fighting! Who you marry is your choice unless the goblet decides otherwise, our Lady Mother would never harm us, correct Malfoy, Weasley?" interrupted Verpes. "..." "Verpes right, Selene. Our Lady Mother wouldn't allow filthy blood within our lines as long as we make good decisions. We'll just have to be careful of whom our children marry," Alecard reassured. "I can fix it so that the quill allows for our other siblings to be considered," Hermes uncertainly put forth. An imperious nod from the Malfoy matriarch and that was agreed upon.

With many things to be done, the seven split up the making of the final binding. Verpes Potter was to do the potion that would welcome their Lady Mother into their lives, allowing her to ratify their decision of whom to wed. Hermes Ravenclaw used complex charms to make a quill last for the rest of the magical Human's existence. Selene Malfoy stood over his shoulder making sure he did what he should and added her own charms to assure that those of pureblood could maintain their lineage by marrying within the other magical species. Matachi Chang and Chadwick Weasley crafted the goblet that would be the vessel of their Lady Mother. Three feet in diameter with fountains that would flow with the strength of their Lady, the inscription in ancient Phoenician stated, "Our Lady Love, Our Lady Mother we give you the right to decided ~ we ask your permission." Andra Diggle worked swiftly and precisely on the words for the ceremony that would finalize the binding of Magic. Her dedication would find the most perfect way to finalize the Binding of Magic. Alecard Goyle cast the most powerful wards of protection and traps to protect the goblet.

It was one year and one day that the goblet was finished. And so the council was called together and all of the magical creatures gather once more. Together, the seven wisest wizards and witches performed the Binding of Magic. With the entire of their race backing them, and the rest of the magical creatures to stand witness, the Goblet was christened and invested with the name: Goblet of Magic.