Riddles Past and What's Behind It (Demo)

Sorcerer's Tribe

Tom, Genevieve, and Henri packed their bags and headed to the Wellesley Islands, where one of the most feared Sorcerer's Tribe was said to live. They traveled on a small boat, navigating through rough waters, and finally arrived at their destination.

As they set foot on the island, Tom looked around with a sense of wonder and excitement. He had always been fascinated by the unknown and the power that came with it. Genevieve and Henri, on the other hand, looked around with caution and suspicion. They knew the dangers that lurked in these unexplored territories.

As they walked deeper into the island, they came across a small village. The villagers looked at them with curiosity, but none of them spoke. Tom attempted to communicate with them, but it was clear that they did not understand him.

After wandering around for a while, they finally came across a small hut. Henri knocked on the door, and a voice from inside called out, "Who goes there?"

"It's Henri, Genevieve, and Tom," Henri replied.

The door creaked open, revealing an old man with a long white beard. He looked at them with a stern expression, but his eyes twinkled with wisdom.

"What brings you here?" he asked.

"We're looking for the Sorcerer's Tribe," Tom replied confidently.

The old man raised his eyebrows. "And what business do you have with them?"

"We seek knowledge and power," Tom answered without hesitation.

The old man looked at him for a moment, then nodded. "Very well. Follow me."

He led them through a maze of huts and alleys until they reached a clearing. In the center of the clearing stood a group of men and women dressed in animal skins and carrying spears. They looked at the newcomers with suspicion and hostility.

The old man stepped forward. "These travelers seek knowledge and power," he said, his voice carrying over the murmurs of the tribe. "They have come a long way to find it."

One of the tribesmen stepped forward, brandishing his spear. "We do not welcome outsiders," he said.

Tom stepped forward, unfazed. "I understand your reservations," he said. "But we mean no harm. We only seek knowledge and power."

The tribesman glared at him for a moment, then lowered his spear. "Very well," he said. "But know that we do not share our secrets lightly."

Tom nodded. "We understand."

Over the next few days, Tom, Genevieve, and Henri were initiated into the ways of the Sorcerer's Tribe. They learned about the power of the elements, the secrets of the stars, and the ancient magic that had been passed down through generations.

As they prepared to leave the island, Tom felt a sense of gratitude and awe. He had gained knowledge and power beyond his wildest dreams. And he knew that he would never forget the lessons he had learned from the Sorcerer's Tribe.

2 WEEKS LATER...

Tom Riddle stood before the leader of the Australian Sorcerer's Tribe, his eyes piercing and calculating. He had been summoned to the tribe's headquarters in Sydney, where he was now being asked to take on a new task: to train the tribe's children in defense against the dark arts.

Tom listened intently as the leader explained the situation. The tribe was worried about the rise of dark magic in the wizarding world, and they wanted to ensure that their children were well-prepared to face any potential threats. They had heard of Tom's reputation as a skilled wizard and were eager to enlist his help.

Tom considered the request carefully. He had always been interested in the study of dark magic, but he knew that it was important to have a strong defense against it as well. He had also been looking for a new challenge, something to occupy his time now that he had completed his studies at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

After a moment's thought, Tom spoke. "I am willing to take on the task of training your children in defense against the dark arts," he said. "But I have some conditions."

The leader of the tribe nodded, indicating for Tom to continue.

"I will need complete autonomy in my teaching methods," Tom said. "I will not be constrained by any rules or guidelines that the tribe may have in place. I will teach the children what I believe they need to know in order to defend themselves against the darkest of magic."

The leader of the tribe looked uncertain at this. "We have our own traditions and methods of teaching," he said. "We cannot simply give you free reign to do as you please."

Tom raised an eyebrow. "Then perhaps you should reconsider your request," he said coolly. "I am not one to be restricted in my teaching methods. If you want the best possible defense for your children, you must trust me to do what is necessary."

There was a tense moment of silence as the leader of the tribe considered Tom's words. Finally, he nodded. "Very well," he said. "We will trust you to do what is necessary. But we will be watching closely."

Tom smiled, knowing that he had won the argument. "Excellent," he said. "When do we begin?"