Angel [Hierarchy Series] [Harry Potter Fanfiction] (GirlxGirl)

Chapter 30 - By January

Chapter 30

Daxellion had begin to explain each artifact Y/N would point, his curious girl wanting to know every bit of it and she have million of questions waiting to be asked. She started with what was in the shelves and he, a potion master himself, was eager to fill in. Y/N was awestruck as Daxellion presented her with a potion book, saying that she'd need it, read and understand it's content before he'll give her a chance to get a hold of the ingredients. Having to glee for it, Y/N then pointed out what she considers as the elephant in the room. "W-what about those two, right there? The suit and the shield, what is it for?"

"Ah, dear girl, that is the cloak and shield that belong to the Lady, she worn it to slay beasts of mountains and air that once threatened humanity!" chirp Daxellion, sharing his most favorite story of all. "One in ages of barbarians, Vikings had called upon the Lady herself and plea for help, so she wore the cloak and carried that shield in her journey to the mountains in that one fated night and return before sunlight, bringing a head of a dragon as a souvenir. Thus, one of our traditions had been made, to slay a dragon to prove oneself as a true inheritor of Her name."

"Wait what?"

Y/N didn't know how to take the report, was she was suppose to be excited to know her family has expertly slay dragons in their life span? And there's even a possibility that every each one of them has?

"It's true, Y/N." commented Dax, "They use this suit. The cloak protects its wearer from the burning breathe of those beast; it was knitted to deflect any types fire. And this shield, created by the Lady," Dax gestured the polished shield, "was the one that King Arthur used as he led his battalion to protect his kingdom! Its unbeatable steel can take any impact."

Y/N's mind was like a ticking time-bomb, everything that her uncle says was like the second counting down and anymore of it Y/N was going to explode. With her mouth agape, her eyes darted to her uncle and to the glorious armor and its shining shield. But, of course, Y/N was victimized by her curiosity as she question "W-what's with the mask?"

"Ah yes, it's merely existent is to protect the head of its wearer. Don't want having a concussion while battling a gigantic beast now, don't we?" Daxellion chuckled.

Y/N, her hair changing into a navy blue to show her distress, shutters "B-but why? Why hunt them d-down?"

Aback at the sudden appearance of her ability to morph, Dax answered "It's one of our t-tradition Y/N." He was alarmed but didn't know what this means. Y/N looked grim and she looked down and back up to survey the armor, the look on her eyes says too many disagreement, mind can imagine the cries of beast that is threatened... beheaded. "Though know that I have refused! I never had dirtied my hand and killed, that tradition is long forgotten, Y/N, worry not."

Y/N's was in war with herself. What had this family been doing all these years? Had they mercilessly hunt down dragons? 'Just for what, exactly? Entertaining purposes?' Oh Y/N can feel that vile coming back up again as her hair changes to dark green and curled, shortening above shoulder.

Feeling the child's panic, the Hearth smooth into her ears to whisper 'Y/N, dear calm down, take several deep breath.'

'No! Did you just hear what he said? They kill them, what for? Bloody misguided people... argh, my head hurts!' argued Y/N as she put her hand to her lips, to seal what was threatening to be puked out.

Thankfully, Daxellion figures that they shouldn't stay any longer than they had and simply picks up the ill-looking girl up in his arms and quickly command Ragnok to "Take us out of here!" in which the goblin complied hurriedly.

And again, as Y/N was secured into the cart and Dax dictating Ragnok to get them back to the upper ground, Y/N heard another cry, a pained, tired cry hoping to reach her, praying to be saved from the chains.