Soul Entity

Soul Entity

Chapter 3:Life is Here to Screw You Around. (sorry couldn’t figure out a better name)

 

 

Draco trudged up the winding road muttering swear words under his breath. How the hell did he get himself into this? Was it a dream? It had to be. It just had to be!

He was trapped in some alternate world—which he had no idea about, and well frankly, that seemed hard to believe. He felt panic enfulge his stomach and he pushed it back from whence it had came. There was no reason to panic, he had to keep his cool, no matter how hard that task seemed to be. He had to be calm, he had to be able to see the problem through clear eyes and attack it head on. Head on.

For some reason that reminded him of Potter. Draco sneered. It should bethat worthless git here instead of me. Draco thought angrily. Everything happens to Potter so why am I here instead of him and his measly friends?

Draco sighed, annoyed. He really should just stick his mind to the task. There was no point in thinking about Potter and getting all worked up. Doing that would get him nowhere.

Draco looked up the dirt road, eyes narrowing. The castle was up ahead. He hadn’t had needed to ask the commoners for directions. There was a path leading straight to it. He cursed under his breath and started walking along the road again. He really didn’t know what possessed him to do all that hard labor. Maybe he was still in shock, It’s not a very easy thing to accept that you’re in some different universe then your own. I shouldn’t of even wrote them a thank you letter. I mean ME, A Malfoy doing hard labor?

He growled, imagining what his father would have said if he knew that his son had been slaving away for some commoner.

At least the little girl had been helpful. In fact she had been very helpful, all he had to do was find this Solen person and he’d be home free.

Draco stopped abruptly, realizing that he was at the castle gates. The two guards were dressed in what looked like heavy armor and both had rather large swords. Draco noticed four other guards around the area. Obviously there was something to be scared of.

These are bad times’ we in. Racy’s words filtered into his head. Bad times.

 

"State your business" Draco’s head swiveled around to the guard that had spoken and fixed him with a glare.

"I come to ask the king of Bastyne for a ship to leave for Lipari Island."

Apparently this was the wrong thing to say. The two guards drew their swords and pointed them at him.

"Are you a follower of Solen’s law? Answer me boy!"

Draco stared at them, not at all threatened by their swords.

"No." He answered calmly.

"And how can we know you are telling the truth boy?" The second guard said, disbelieving. "You do not look like that you are around from these parts."

"And what would your business be at Lipari? Eh?"

"My sister left for Lipari two months ago, and I have just reached word that she is dreadfully ill." Draco replied, not missing a beat. All those years of lying to the teachers at Hogwarts had left their mark on him.

"Awww, Let him through guys. If he was sent to cause harm I’m sure you two would be on the ground dead by now."

Draco jumped at the foreign voice and turned to see who had spoken.

"Holy Shit." Draco whispered staring at the man before him. He looked just like Weasley. But, no, it couldn’t be.

"Do I know you lad? Or do you just like staring at me?’

Draco, realizing he was staring looked back at the two guards.

It can’t be Ron. Draco thought, glancing back at the Weasley look-a-like. Now that I think about it, it really doesn’t look like him. Just maybe a bit.

Can’t believing he thought this man, who was actually exceptionally dressed-to be the Ron Weasley that he knew from Hogwarts, he turned back to him.

"You just look like someone I know." Draco answered curtly. The man nodded then looked to the guards.

"He’s with me."

The guards looked at Draco warily then withdrew their swords and stepped aside. Letting the man pass through.

"Well Lad, you coming?"

Re-gathering his wits Draco nodded and followed after him. Not really believing that he had accepted help from someone who could be easily mistaken for Ron Weasley.

Draco hurried up to the man as they entered the castle and set down a rather large corridor.

"I haven’t seen you round these parts. What’s your name?"

Remembering Racy’s reaction to his name Draco quickly made up a false one. "Travis Tyrone"

The man nodded. "My name’s Banard, and that’s me cousin" Banard said, pointing up to a rather large portrait.

Draco looked up and sucked in a breath. For the second time that day he was looking at someone that he knew—yet he didn’t. It was a girl with fiery red hair that matched her freckles perfectly. It was a girl, standing in a green pasture adorned in a beautiful crimson gown.

It was a girl that looked like the exact replica of Ginny Weasly .

"Oi. Travy boy, don’t go looking at my cousin like that."

Draco blinked, then realized he was staring at the portrait and shrugged. Trying to shake of the feeling that someone was seriously screwing with his brain.

Banard then laughed. "Don’t worry." He said, chuckling slightly. "Everybody looks like that at her, she’s a beauty she is."

"Beauty?" Draco echoed, and turned to inspect the picture better.

He narrowed his eyes. Well, I can’t exactly say she’s ugly. She actually looks quite pret- Draco cut his line of thought off instantly. Horrified that he would be thinking that Ginny was even remotely pretty.

Banard was looking at him with an amused expression.

"Yep, that’s my cousin Glynna-vrye. You haven’t even met her and you have already fallen for her."

Draco made a half startled, half-disgusted noise in his throat. Glaring at Banard like he would very much like to set him alight. But before Draco could retort a rather rude line of speech to the imbecile, Banard turned on his heel and gestured him to follow.

"So, where ya from?" Banard asked as they walked slowly through the long corridor.

"Err"

"No, wait. Let me guess……..You’re a wanderer, and…um, you come from Mymeridon?"

"Yes" Draco said quickly, thanking whatever god they prayed to in this place.

Banard looked at him quizzically. "I would’ve thought you were from Fomaka. But then again, Fomakions don’t usually travel. They like to stay in one place and tend their horses. Bloody boring lot they are!"

Draco nodded, trying to mentally form a map of this world in his head.

"So you’re here to get permission from my uncle to go to Lipari Island?"

Draco nodded, figuring out that the King was obviously Banard’s uncle.

"Well. My Uncle is a slimy overprotective git who won’t even give permission to a Fomakion Herder to go back and tend his sheep. For some reason I don’t think a Fomakion herder can do any harm to Glynna-vrye!"

Draco’s hope died and he narrowed his eyes gloomily. How was he meant to get to Lipari Island now? How was he going to meet Solen and get back home?

"Ar lad, don’t look like that! You seem friendly enough! I can get you a ship in a week!"

Draco’s head jerked up and he looked into the smiling face of Banard.

Either there incredibly trusting or incredibly stupid! Draco thought, hardly even believing what he had heard. How are these people so……so nice?! Draco had to hold back a snort, finally coming to the conclusion that everybody here was too trusting. He should curse them all just to teach them a lesson on the dangers of strangers.

"Well" Draco replied, not quite believing how dumb Banard was. "I wouldn’t refuse the offer…"

Banard nodded. "Good, then I’ll take you to the guest quarters. Or do you have somewhere else to stay?"

Draco shook his head and followed Banard down the hall, wondering how much more stupid this idiot could get.

* * * * *

Ginny opened her eyes slowly and looked around. Her name was Glynna-vrye. She was daughter to the king and heir of the Bastyne throne. But it didn’t feel right. She had no memory of being here, living in this palace. But then she had no memory of anything. She just believed what they told her. It didn’t seem possible, it didn’t seem right but what else was there to believe?

Ginny sighed and sat up. She had to be at firstmeal soon, or her father would be worried. Her father seemed terribly overprotective, but Ginny didn’t blame him. She just wished she could remember what had happened to her. Every time she tried to make her memories resurface it felt like there was a large steel door blocking her way.

"Glynna-vrye, darling aren’t you up yet?"

Ginny looked up to see Rosamaide her governess. Ginny smiled. She rather liked Rosamaide. Rosamaide was a middle-aged woman with curly red hair like her own and a smiling face. She reminded her of someone, but she couldn’t quite point her finger on it.

"Good morning Rosamaide, am I late for firstmeal yet?"

Rosamaide tutted. "Glynna dear, how many times have I told you to call me Rosa?"

Ginny smiled again. "Sorry Rosa"

"That’s okay dear, but if you don’t hurry you will be late for first meal, and you know how your majesty gets all ruffled up about that."

Ginny laughed. "Father does go over the top a bit doesn’t he?"

Rosa looked at her.

"Glynna, where are you getting these new ways of speech from? I have never heard of the expression ‘over the top’"

Ginny blinked, not sure exactly where that had come from. "I’m sorry Rosa, I don’t know." She mumbled.

Rosa smiled then ushered her to the bathing rooms to get ready for firstmeal.

Ginny walked down the large corridor to the dinning room. It bothered her greatly that after four days of living here-her memory had not returned and she still had difficulty finding the dining room. Ginny reached the large oak doors and slipped through. She hurried to her seat and sat down.

"Glynna my dear daughter, how was your sleep? Let’s hope it was a restful one, I have not been so lucky to have a full nights rest in a while."

Ginny nodded, and picked at her food. This was starting into a familiar routine for her, but it still felt wrong.

"In two weeks time courtesans from Fomaka and Mymeridon will be arriving."

Ginny’s head jerked up. She may have forgotten her memory but she knew what the word ‘Courtesan" meant.

"I am to be bonded father?" Ginny said weakly, her head spinning.

King Raffam looked at her tenderly.

"Yes Glynna, I know you think yourself as to young but you must be lifebonded soon. You will be coming of age in four moons and I do not wish for the blasphemous prophecy to come true."

Ginny blinked and nodded, her head spinning even more. She wished desperately for her memory to return. Maybe then she would know what this ‘prophecy’ everyone talked so badly about was.

The rest of the day was uneventful and rather frustrating. Ginny did not remember anything and a conclusion to her lost memory was seeping into the backs of her mind. Maybe she was trying to remember the wrong things? Maybe she wasn’t the heir of Bastyne?

Maybe her life was totally different.

Ginny sighed, a few tears of frustration seeped out of her eyes and she wiped them away angrily.

Damn this place. She thought bitterly.

Ginny continued down the hall and into rooms she had never seen before in her life. She kept walking, knowing that she was lost, but not really caring. After an hour of wandering aimlessly a certain door caught her eye. The doors were a beautiful deep mahogany, carvings of different Celtic patterns littered the borders while a large Centaur adorned the middle. Caught breathless by its simple beauty Ginny stared at it before pushing the door open to step into a large room.

Large was an understatement. It was massive.

After lighting a few more candles the room came more into focus. It was a library. Millions of books littered the many bookshelves. A sudden excitement rushed over her as she let her hands travel over the dusty spines.

It was a thrill, a thrill of learning.

Ginny had no idea about this place, she had no idea if she even belonged here.

But she was going to find out.

* * * * *

Hermione entered the room that they were to be staying in. It was rather large, it had three beds, and a cozy sort of feel. She walked over to the closest bed and lay down, exhausted.

"I have a massive headache." Ron moaned as he sat down on the bed to her left. "We are in some world, with some git named Volkin which seems like a play on you-know-who’s name and no way to get home."

Harry closed the door and walked over to the last remaining bed.

"I would do anything to see anybody from Hogwarts, even Malfoy."

Ron looked at Harry, true horror contorting his features.

"Sorry Harry, but I’d prefer to stay here then see that barstards face!"

"Ron don’t swear!" Hermione called out, making Ron roll his eyes.

"For gods sake Hermione, don’t you ever lay off us?"

Harry banged his head, mentally preparing himself to be audience to another one of Ron’s and Hermione’s classic spats.

"Guys, please, we really don’t have the time to fight. We have to figure out how do get home!"

Ron and Hermione looked over to Harry.

"Who said we where fighting?" Ron said indignantly.

"I wouldn’t waste my time fighting with him!" Hermione said, eyes flashing.

"What to you mean by that?!" Ron roared.

"STOP IT!"

Ron and Hermione stared at Harry, mouths gaping.

"You guys ARE fighting and we don’t have time for that! We HAVE to get home! And stop gaping at me like I’ve grown antennas!"

Hermione sighed, putting her mind to the task.

"We first have to figure out how we got here. Harry was holding a timeturner, do you still have that?"

Harry nodded and pulled it out of his pocket, then passed it to Hermione.

Hermione picked it up and examined it closely.

"Its has an inscribing here, I can’t make it out." Hermione squinted to make out the golden engravings. "It says Soul Enchakia, no that’s not right.." Hermione trailed off mumbling to herself.

"AH HA! It says Soul Enchartias!"

"What is that meant to mean?" Ron asked, confused.

Hermione wrinkled her brow. "Oh, great use I am!" Hermione said unhappily. "I can’t even figure out what it means!"

Hermione slouched back down into the bed, defeat written in her face.

Harry sighed. "Don’t worry Hermione, we’ll figure it out."

A loud groan was heard from Ron’s direction. "That’s means we have to think doesn’t it?"

Hermione chucked her pillow at Ron while Harry grinned. "Bad luck Ron, you’ll have to think for once."

"Don’t even remind me!"

Hermione rolled her eyes at Ron. "Ron, If you have ever had an actual thought in your head you would see that it isn’t hard at all."

"Is it just me or did that make no sense whatsoever?"

Harry laughed. "Be careful Ron, you shouldn’t use big words like ‘whatsoever’ Hermione might ask you the meanings"

"Guys, we are meant to be figuring this out, stop bickering."

Ron groaned. "We were not bickering!"

"Yeah" Harry chimed in. "If you want to see bickering, next time I’ll tape-record you and Ron."

Hermione’s eyes narrowed while Ron looked confused.

"Tape-recording? What’s that?"

Hermione and Harry could not help but to fall into laughter.

 

Ginny’s eyes skimmed over the pages of parchment. Taking in the history of Bastyne. No matter how much she read, it didn’t seem to stir any memories up. And that’s what scared her.

What if this truly wasn’t her home? What if she didn’t belong here?

The questions weren’t the hard part. The answers were.

A noise jerked her out of her despairing thoughts. Ginny stood up and looked around the room nervously. She hurried to one of the back corners and behind some shelves. Ginny wasn’t sure if she was allowed in this part of the castle and she sure of hell didn’t want to find out if she wasn’t.

Crouching low she heard another noise. The doors were opening. Quenching down her curiosity she ducked lower focused on the books in front of her. She read the spines, not really comprehending and gasped in relief as she heard the visitor leave. Ginny lent back on her haunches and stared at the books in front of her. She hadn’t been in this section and there seemed to be quite a few books of interest. Scouring over them a certain book caught her eye and she dragged it out. It was bound in a kind of leather that she had not seen before. It was not that large but it seemed rather heavy for it size. She turned it over to the front and read the words that were inscribed with silver ink.

"Liber-libr Ominigenus Memoria’s"

Ginny furrowed her brow in puzzlement. "What does that mean?" She asked the air. Assuming that it was a foreign language she opened it to the first page. A couple of lines were written near the top and she read them to herself.

Accredo

Facio inquis pango.

Etiam. Haud.

 

"Its in a different language" Ginny said, frustrated. "The first book that seems even remotely interesting has to be in a foreign language!" She sighed. "Maybe if Hermione was here then she could tell me what language it is."

A sudden image was conjured up into her mind, but vanished as soon as it had made itself known.

"Hermione?" Who was Hermione? Realization struck her hard. She had just had a memory of her life, a memory that she was sure did not harmonize with this world. But fate had a funny way of playing and she had now lost that thought.

"Glynna!"

Ginny whirled around, her heart beating so fast she was sure it would burst.

"Glynna, I have been looking for you everywhere. Since when was the little mistress interested in books?"

Ginny sighed with relief. It was just Rosa, but how Rosa had found her was a mystery.

A mystery better left for another day. She told herself firmly, she had enough to worry about.

"Hurry dear, You will be late for nightmeal, your father must not worry. It’ll be the death of him yet."

Ginny shuddered at the word death. She could not remember who she was, or if she even belonged here. But she knew one thing for certain. She always had hated the word death, and the meaning it complied.

Rosa ushered her through the corridors, they passed many doors and halls. It looked as if the castle was meant to confuse a stranger who had never been in its walls.

But I have agood memory. Ginny told herself. I can remember my way backtothe library tomorrow. Then she laughed at the irony of her thoughts.

"You must sense his presence then my dear Glynna, to laugh so freely in such a stage in your life."

Ginny blinked. "Wha? Whose presence?"

Rosa laughed heartily. "Why none other then your dear cousin Banard!"

Ginny smiled, she had no idea who this Banard was, but obviously he was well liked.

"I am anxious to see him." Ginny said, for truly she was.

Rosa beamed. "Well, he is to sit with us at nightmeal. He has just returned from his travels and has brought a youth from Mymeridon."

"Youth?" Ginny questioned.

"Yes, I have not seen the boy but he is said to be of your age. Your father is anxious to meet him for he might be a rather good candidate for your hand in lifebond."

Ginny paled. "Am I to meet this youth tonight?"

Rosa sighed turning to face Ginny and gathered her hands in her own.

"I have known you since you were a babe of only eight seasons. I have watched you grow, and cared for you as if you were my own. Your father loves you dearly and only does what’s best for your well being. He would not chose unwisely for his beloved Glynna-vrye."

Ginny gave Rosa a small encouraging smile, but inside she felt as if she were trapped.

"And an answer to your question Glynna, no he will not be dining with us tonight. At midmeal tomorrow you and your father will meet the youth."

Ginny let a small sigh of relief escape her lips and she saw Rosa look at her tenderly.

"If it helps any dear, I have heard he is not lacking in physical appearance."

Ginny blushed and Rosa chuckled.

"You are always to easy to embarrass. Come, we must stop our idle chatter the king awaits."

* * * * *

Draco stared at the ceiling listlessly, caught up in his thought. The man named Banard had brought him to the guest quarters yesterday and given him this room.

I must find Solen and ask him to take me home Draco thought, brows furrowing. But first I must get a ship.

Apparently Banard was leaving for Lipari Island also. That was the reason behind his kindness. There was always a self-gain behind every favor.

Draco sighed. He was not sure if he was allowed to wander, but then he was never the person to obey rules. He swung his legs over the side of the bed, walked to the door and left the room.

Draco wandered through rooms and halls of the castle. He glanced every now and then at the architecture, but he was used to this kind of scenery and didn’t even give it a second glance. His mind traveled to thoughts of Banard, at the moment he was dining with the king. Banard had told him that the king had requested his presence at midmeal tomorrow and that greatly puzzled Draco.

Why would the king want his presence? It wasn’t like he was a well known person in this place. In fact, nobody even knew him.

He stopped walking abruptly when he realized he was no longer alone. He had just walked into what seemed to be a courtyard and there were many townspeople giving him second glances. And many seemed to be girls.

Draco smirked.

He had just found out a new way to get some more information on Solen.

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Next chapter: Ginny and Draco meet….um, plot thickens, and a lot of other stuff happens.