The Nguruvilu

The Power of Wands

Me and dad walked down the dimly lit alleyways, to a shop that was partially hidden in the gloom. The shop had wand holsters in the window and wand ingredients and wood in the other. There was no bell in the door when we opened it, the inside was gloomy and mysterious. There was movement in the back, and the storekeeper popped up from behind the counter. Light flooded the room, and revealed shelves lined with wand ingredients, woods, and pre-made wands. 

"Well hello there," the shopkeeper was a gorgon, he had a darker yellow eyes and corn snakes for hair. But they had their eyes covered with cloths. Gorgons had snake hair and the snakes eyes would freeze anyone in stone for 24 hours. Unlike a Medusa who had a snake tail, snake hair and would freeze you with their eyes. 

"I'm here to get a wand for my son," My dad said. 

 "Well bring him forward," He said eagerly. "I'm Zodeus Munerus." 

"Hi," I said in a montone. 

"Yes, yes. Feather.... scale..... hair..... horn..... tooth...." He walked off muttering. He began grabbing boxes and setting them down before he came back to the front. "Reach out your magic. What calls to you. Anything in the boxes?" He said in a whimsical and mysterious. 

I reached out my dark core and felt the boxes scattered around the room. "No none of the boxes," I said. 

"Hmm.... yes, we will create a wand then," he said triumphant. This man was odd. "Call out your magic and see what wood calls to you." How can wood call me, I'm not a forest creature. And much to my surprise, two woods called to me, and came rushing over to the table. "Acadia, a very temperamental and powerful wood. And Hornbeam, a wood that becomes very compatible with it's wizard, fast and loves those with a strong passion." He said getting more and more excited. "Sense out to the rest of the jars, see what calls you." This man looked like he could hardly contain his excitement. I spread out my dark core for the third time, and three called to me. Singing in a melodious and thrillingly dark. Three shot over to the counter. A jar filled with scales, a second jar of inky black skin, and vial of a green liquid. The wandmakers eyes widened in shock and fear. "You are going to a very powerful and very feared wizard, young Riddle. Basilisk scales are only work for parseltongues and is extremely dangerous and powerful. Boggart skin, are best for transfiguration, divination, legimentis and the dark arts, it will aid you through many things. And boomslang venom is the most dangerous core to make, a drop kills any creature, this core is meant for hexes and jinxes and transfiguration." 

"I intend to take back the rights that should be ours, I will be feared." I promised. 

He nodded. "Now I need you hear to make the wand, the wand will be infused with your magic and answer to you better." 

We began the process of making the wand, combining the cores, wrapping the wood around the infused core. All while I feed my magic into the wand. I watched in wonder as the wand took form, it had an intricate feather design took form on the handle, it had a dark brown colour that together with a light brown swirling together. 

"Now here you are young Riddle, acaia-hornbeam wood with a Basilisk scale-Boggart skin and boomslang venom wand. 15 1/2 inches rigid and fiesty," Zodeus said in an awe filled voice. 

"Thank you, Zodeus," I said in an equally awe filled voice. "How much do I need to give you?" 

"Oh, no. Just the honor of making this wand is payment enough," He responded quickly. 

"Then at least let me get a wand holster," I responded. 

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After getting my holster me and Dad were just walking around, seeing what interesting stores we could find. When I suddenly felt a tug at my core. I wiped my head towards were it came from. A dark alleyway stood to my left and whatever was down there was calling to me. A haunting and beautiful song echoing down to my very being. The song was like a Siren's Lament, it called to you in the worst and best ways. 

"Loki!" My dad yelled. I shook my head, hard. "You started walking down that alley." 

I could see that we were at the mouth of the dark back road. "Something called at my core, did you not hear it?"

"No, it must have been your familiar calling to you," he said starting to get excited. 

Before I could answer the song swept me up, it's call was even stronger. The melody enchanting with this undertone of darkness, that couldn't be tamed. I began running down the alley, taking sharp turns. Without my knowing I was in my creature form, wings beating to propel me farther, faster. The song kept calling, growing louder the farther I went, when it suddenly stopped. 

I stopped dead. I was in a huge open courtyard, hidden in the maze of alleyways. There was a pond in the middle with vines and bushes, overgrown, all around it. The place was too silent to sound peaceful. There was a sort of wild beauty to it, a lightless wild place, hidden from the world. 

A small rustling in the bushes caught my attention, something was here. I was tense and ready, still waiting for the song to come back. A soft, calming roar echoed out of the bushes. A sense of chaos overcame the hauntingly, beautiful place. Heavy, muffled footsteps echoed through the silent place. The scent of burning leaves reached my nose, as a large paw poked through one of the bushes. Everything the paw touched turned ash, the bush was set aflame. The creature stepped through the bushes. 

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HEHEHEHEHE Now you all have to wait for me to update to find out what his Familiar is! 1008 words.