Harry Potter: The Last Exodus

Claiming the Continents

The atmosphere in the Great Hall had shifted from awestruck silence to a hum of quiet discussion as the leaders contemplated the sheer scope of Mirithis. The hologram of the planet still hovered above the table, its 100 continents and 1,000 islands mapped out in stunning detail. Every leader present knew that this wasn't just about survival anymore—it was about building something new, something that would last for generations to come.

Harry stood before the table, watching as the creatures and wizards exchanged thoughts, their eyes glued to the image of Mirithis. He understood the enormity of what was about to happen—each culture, each race, would claim their own piece of this vast new world, a place they could shape and call home.

"We have 100 continents," Harry began, his voice breaking through the conversations. "Each one with its own distinct environment, climate, and magical properties. Every one of you will have a continent that reflects your culture, your needs, and your magic. This is a world where magic thrives, where each of you will have the space to build your future."

The leaders nodded, each one aware of the gravity of the decision before them. This was their chance to ensure that their people had a home, one that would allow them to flourish.

Harry waved his wand again, zooming in on the planet's central continent. "We've already established that the central continent will be called Eldoria. This will be where our joint government is held—a place for us to come together to make decisions that affect all of us. It will be the heart of our new world."

He gestured toward the glowing landmass in the center of the hologram, a vast, fertile continent surrounded by oceans. "Eldoria will be neutral ground—no one will claim it as their own. This is where we will meet when important matters arise."

There were murmurs of agreement, and then Harry zoomed out again, displaying the other continents that surrounded Eldoria. He glanced at the leaders around the table. "Now it's time to decide which continent will belong to whom. Each of you will choose a continent that suits your people's needs."

The first to speak was Thaldrin, the dragon leader, his deep voice rumbling through the hall. "We dragons will take Drakemire," he announced, his eyes fixed on a massive continent in the southern hemisphere, covered in volcanoes and vast mountain ranges. "It is a place of fire and molten earth—perfect for us."

The image of Drakemire zoomed in, showing lava rivers and magma-forged peaks. The dragons nodded in agreement, content with their new home.

Next, Caelion, the leader of the merpeople, spoke. "The seas of Mirithis are vast, but we will take Thalordis," he said, selecting a coastal continent with deep seas and underwater caverns. "We need to be near the water, where our magic is strongest."

The hologram highlighted Thalordis, its coastlines shimmering with the promise of new life for the merpeople and sirens. Cythra, the siren leader, nodded in agreement beside Caelion.

Lord Valon, the vampire leader, stood next, his eyes cold and calculating. "We will claim Nocthera," he declared. "A place of eternal twilight, where the sun barely rises. It will suit us well."

The hologram zoomed in on Nocthera, a continent covered in dark forests, misty moors, and towering cliffs that plunged into deep, shadowy valleys. The vampires and their allies looked pleased with the dark, mysterious landscape.

Draven, the werewolf leader, spoke next. "The pack will take Dreadspire," he said, his voice rough but confident. "A place where the mountains meet the forests, and the wild can run free."