Into the Arms of the Night

Chapter 13: Dark Revelations in the Forest

Lord Peverell was serene and calm as he walked quietly beside of Iomre or at least he outwardly appeared to be. His steps made no noise as he walked on and alluded to how lethal the young wizard could be if threatened and vanishing amid the trees.

Just as the elf's were as equally silent, which had surprised him though it should not have. The veteran forest scout had witnessed the same behaviors before in his ancestors; the ones before him, but after Lady Nocturna...who all had tried and failed to rebuild the alliance and do what had needed done centuries before.

Yet, even with the numerous attempts to rebuild the alliance and to correct all of the seemingly endless flaws with all its failures; Iomre could not simply ignore how vastly more powerful Harry was than the last several generations of his ancestors. How gifted in magic he appeared to be despite his human heritage; even with the Peverell name attached to him, and how exceedingly well-educated and well-trained he was.

It was as if his patron had interfered and purposely over-trained him for his task. As if the deity of the dead had been present with him throughout his whole ascension, and the patron had guided him the whole way.

While he was aware that such an occurrence could be possible; Iomre doubted that the spirit had been an influence or much of one at the very least. As far as the races knew, Lord Death hadn't been very present to his chosen heirs and heiresses in many years. Nor had he shown such favoritism to any singular one in centuries, so he doubted the deity took much interest in a teenage boy who was barely wet behind his ears at leading an army; let alone a nation, if it came to that.

The young lord was not only magically dangerous due to his massive mana core and reserves that all felt if they knew how, but Harry was also physically dangerous should he decide to use any weapons he might summon.

Never-mind if he decided to start brawling and using hand-to-hand combat techniques. Most witches and wizards, and especially so for those considered as the pure-bloods, they disdained the use of physical combat in most aspects; it reminded them too much of the muggles. But both Lord Peverell and Lord Voldemort; they didn't seem to care either way about it and or the use of it.

Though Iomre imagined that both Harry and Lord Voldemort would not resort to it unless absolutely necessary; too prideful of their magic to not use the born-given gifts before resorting to other means for fighting.

The way the younger wizard walked and held himself with that new frame was indicative of the strength he had gained. Iomre once more was suspicious of the fact that Harry had been very physically weak due to his past before the ascension; the things left unsaid in the tales told were hidden clues.

But even with all of the clues left in their tales, Iomre didn't really know exactly how much of the tales were fact or fiction, so he couldn't possibly ascertain exactly how weak Harry might have been prior to the rite. Which, was aggravating, especially when he was wary of the newcomers.

Now though, the young lord; his very steps were that of a hunter like himself, and Iomre didn't know how lethal this teenager truly was or seemed by first glance. Which was a feat. It was incredibly difficult to pull off a stunt such as the one both Lord Peverell and his mate had done; to so easily and effectively hide one's true powers before the elves was hardly done.

That was another quandary; the young lord's mate was almost as equally powerful as he was, though definitely more experienced with knowledge of the arcane and warfare. Of how to lead and more.

In terms of power and core mana; it would be very difficult to say who of the two would pose more of threat to the elves. For there truly was only but a thread's hair of difference in the overall core amount of magic each wizard possessed from the get-go.