Solomon's Journey: The Wizardry of Olympians, Vampires, and Heroes.

1337 CE, Casablanca

*Cough Cough Cough* blood splattered on my napkin.

"Baba, are you okay?" My son screamed as he ran down the corridor.

"I am fine Jamal, where is your brother Hassan?" I questioned.

His shoulders slumped as he tried to find words to comfort me. I knew he was out meeting with the Generals and wannabe Sultans. Ever since my wife passed away he has been rebellious.

"It is fine," I said as Jamal left the room.

The room fell into blissful silence. I stumbled to my desk with quill in hand and wrote:

I, Mansa Musa, being of stout mind and heart declare this to be my last will and testament. Any other wills before and after this are considered null and void. The entire Mansa Family Fortune will go to any of my descendants. He/She may only open the family vaults if blood and Mother magic will it. If none are chosen may the vaults be locked forevermore.

Mansa Musa,

Monarch of the Royal House of Kings.

Lord of the Most Ancient and Most Noble House of Mansa.

"Jiony!" I called out.

"Yes, Master Mansa," the forever happy house elf said with tears in her eyes.

"For my last command Jiony, take this to the goblins in England. Jiony you have served my house with valor and love. For that I thank you," I said.

"Master Mansa, *hik...hik*, thank you, Master. Jiony is always happy to serve." Tears ran down her cheeks.

"This is goodbye my friend," as she popped away.

I closed my eyes in my seat and willed my magic for the last time to sever our bond. With that, I slept to never awaken again.

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1965 CE, Casablanca

Alyiah POV:

*Bang bang* the door shook in the middle of the night. Alyiah whispered to her son, "Whatever you hear, do not come out Solomon."

Alyiah pulled out her wand and cast the strongest disillusionment charm and confronted the intruders.

"Haha you filthy mud blood we finally found you!" their leader screamed.

"How did you find me?" My mother questioned.

Laughter rang in contempt, "Don't worry about that. Where is your half-blood filth of a son?"

My mother did not even respond and sent out a powerful severing charm. The curse flew across the room and blood sprayed everywhere as it hit his jugular. The other two didn't know what just happened but before they could even take out their wands Alyiah sent out a Stupefy and a Reducto. One went unconscious and the other lost his wand arm, both arm and wand disintegrated.

"Aaaahhh you fucking bitch, you won't get away-" he tried to finish.

"Stupefy," and he went limp too.

Alyiah ran back to the room and tried to console her lovely son, the last 5 years have been her happiest. Aliyah look down at he son as she held her tears back, she had to be strong for her son. Aliyah said, "You must be strong Solomon. More will come and I can't hold them all off."

"Mummy, mummy I don't wanna leave you!" Solomon screamed.

"Oh my beautiful boy, I love you with all my heart," she cried.

Alyiah put her ancestral box in her son's hands and kissed his forehead. Alyiah activated the port key with the package.

*swirl* and Solomon was gone.

* * *

Solomon POV:

Somewhere in the desert.

Solomon cried *hik hik* "Mummy mummy, I am scared", he was met with silence and a cool breeze.

After what seemed like an eternity Solomon finally looked around, everywhere was covered in sand. He looked down at the box his mother gave him. It was around a foot long, all gold with diamonds embedded on all sides. Solomon tried opening it but to no avail.

Looking at the setting sun, Solomon took off on foot with no direction. He walked but did not get far with his small legs. He couldn't do anything, he was only five.

As it got dark, he tried to speed causing him to trip. His knees hit the ground and his finger got cut on the box, they both tumbled down a sand dune.

Rolling down Solomon tried to catch himself but the momentum was too great. On the other side, the box was shining brightly. A powerful wave of lights: golden, red, and violet shinned as the blood triggered the box to open. Solomon finally caught himself and stood up, he walked towards the box and the lights radiated, grabbing the box the lights only got brighter.

A wave of magic hit Solomon straight to the face awakening something deep within.

And with that, he fell unconscious.

1965 CE, Somewhere sandy and hot an hour later.

"Fucking shit, where the fuck am I?" If any mother saw a scene like this they would turn the world upside down. A five-year-old cursing up a storm is a sight to see.

Solomon took a moment to breathe, he looked down at his small hands and body. That last thing he remembered was driving to work and then bang he was in the middle of the desert. As Solomon tried to remember anything from his previous life an onslaught of memories hit him. The pain lasted a minute causing him to kneel down.

So my name is Solomon, I was born in 1960 somewhere in Casablanca. My mothers' name is Aliyah. We were hunted down and she killed the intruders who came into our house. Fuck my mother is a savage. From my memories, she was a strong and loving mother. Tears ran down my cheeks, FUCK FUCK FUCK!!!!!

Why wasn't I conscious from birth? I could have… aaaahhh who am I shitting, I am five years old and my magic core is a fetus. My mother who I wasn't even awake to see or cherish is probably dead. She sent me away with this box.

Solomon finally got serious, it was getting dark and he was still out in the desert. I have to get out of the desert and make it back to Casablanca.

Okay, Solomon did a mental checklist:

Body- Healthy with a cut on the finger, 5 years of age.

Mind- Chaotic, in pain, and whatever this screwed-up mess this is. The more Solomon thought about what was happening and what happened the more his breathing got worse. It will take a while to come to terms with it all.

Calm down. Inhale. Exhale. Inhale. Exhale.

He knew he didn't die and steal a body of a child, no he was the child, it is just that he shouldn't be able to remember his past life, was this his second life or was it a third or a fourth...the more he thought the more confused he got. Fucking shit. Stupid shit.

Calm down. Inhale. Exhale. Inhale. Exhale.

Location - Somewhere in the desert. There is magic in this world, from my memories my mother was a witch so I am in the Harry Potterverse. I guess in my previous life I was a secluded weeb.

Supplies- Clothes on my back and a golden box.

Time- Almost sunset.

Goal- Make it back home, and see if my mother is still alive, if she is that's great; if not I have to grow the fuck up and live my life to the fullest. I have a lot of time before the canon of Harry Potter begins.

By then I shall be a King.

The world shall know my name, history shall know the name of Solomon.

Solomon did not know it at the time but his will and magic resonated, all around the world: trees, clouds, and animals magical or not prostrated in his direction. The world for a second was silent.

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I got up and looked inside the box, it read: Tap the ruby to enlarge. I tapped the ruby on the box and it grew to the size of a suitcase. From my memories there was a famous Magizoo-something, he's name was… fuck it. All I remember was he had some crazy beast in a suitcase that went loose in New York.

I looked at the instructions that came up on the suitcase, it has Six Magically Expanded Compartments: The first compartment is a Library that has hundreds if not thousands of books. The next compartment is a Study, which has all different kinds of papers and quills.

The third compartment and the most interesting, a Potions Lab which has a fully stocked cabinet with about a year's supply, placed in stasis, of Skele-Gro, Blood Replenisher, Burn Paste, Pepper Up Potion, Dreamless Sleep Potion, Pain Relief Potion, Veritaserum/ Antidote, Wolfsbane, Aging Potion, Deaging Potion, Polyjuice Potion, Invigoration Draught, and Purge Potion as well as three doses of Sanguinis Imposter Elixir. This potion will change your identity completely including your magical signature, core, and your DNA. The equipment in the lab includes a pure gold rune-inscribed cauldron as well as pure silver rune-inscribed stirrers, ladles, thermometers, and other Potions tools or utensils for the brewing of the more difficult potions. Also, the lab has annotated copies of all the required potions texts, how to use and what they are for.

The fourth compartment is a vastly expanded wardrobe. One part consists solely of Muggle clothing including casual, formal, semi-formal, and training clothes as well as shoes. The second part is all Wizarding clothing including numerous varieties of everyday robes, dress robes, and numerous sets of Battle Robes. This clothing is heavily charmed to be auto cleaning, auto repairing, auto tailoring, as well as numerous weather resistant and accommodating charms. The battle robes are charmed and enchanted to block most minor hexes and some more intense curses. They are also fireproof, waterproof, and not transfigurable except by the wearer.

The fifth compartment is the Living Quarters Studio with a Suite Bathroom, Bedroom, Kitchen, Living Room, Pantry(that is fully stocked with all types of food and drinks in stasis), Art Studio, and Armory.

The last compartment and arguably the most important is a Training room with a Muggle Gym, Swimming Pool, Magical Obstacle Course, A Dueling Room with Brilliant Dueling Dummies from year one level to veteran Auror level with Spell Power Measurements and Readings, and an empty room to meditate or carry out experiments in.

A chilling grin plastered on Solomon's face: with this, I truly cannot fail.

The icing on the cake is the suitcase is protected with a blood seal, so only I may open it. Whoever said you can't find gold in the desert? Because they don't know shit about this suitcase.

Thus began the story of the Eternal Monarch - King of Kings: Solomon.