Prologue

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Bound Barriers

Prologue

30 October 1981 

Kaffeklubben island off the coast of Greenland

It was an uneventful evening on the Kaffeklubben island of Greenland. The coast of Greenland in sight with the snowy landscapes all around.

The island of Kaffeklubben had not seen much, if any action in all the years it has been since it was discovered by multiple sailors and then subsequently explored using modern researchers.

It was said that Kaffeklubben Island is the northernmost undisputed point of land on Earth. Nothing of interest to modern society happens on this island.

There was no reason whatsoever to send an entire fleet of armed vessels to this tiny island off a mostly deserted snowy coastline.

Until today.

Disturbing the otherwise monotonous goings on the island was a portal that opened with nary a sound right above the island, shining a kaleidoscope of lights on the island. 

Within the lights, it carried a screaming, crying bundle of mass that seemed to go silent as it hit the island with a thudding sound.

Soon, the kaleidoscope of lights disappeared, the hole in the sky closing along with it.

Thousands of miles away, all the mages with even the slightest of affinities towards sensing the arcane magics struggled with the sudden disorienting feeling they experienced from sensing the avalanche of ancient magics that the portal generated in its wake.

One Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore, in particular, was in one of his secret meetings with the Order of the Phoenix when his senses were slammed with the Arcane. The feeling was particularly disorienting for him because he had attuned his senses to become used to the little bursts of Arcane magic that his current foe, Tom Marvolo Riddle, or as he liked to call himself, Lord Voldemort used.

The same Lord Voldemort who was currently down on his knees bleeding from every single orifice as his system was overwhelmed by the sheer density of the Arcane magic that circled the entirety of the globe.

Similar scenes could be seen happening across the world as mages who had reached the pinnacle of ordinary magic casting and had touched upon the Arcane Magicks felt the wave of overwhelming Arcane Magic wave rip through the entirety of the Earth, disturbing various magical artifacts, awakening multiple slumbering existences that had gone to sleep once the magic in the surroundings had gone down.

Existences that had begun to awaken with the resurgence of the Arcane magic in the atmosphere that was triggered by the arrival of a single person on the planet.

A person who was blessed with powers beyond even his imagination. 

A person who was, fortunately, or unfortunately, depending on his perspective, was not burdened with the responsibility of saving the world.

No.

He was burdened with the most heavy burden that a mortal mind could carry.

A conscience.

As such, the intruder (or visitor?) to this world was now guided towards becoming the mentor.

The same intruder who was now a literal smoking piece of meat on the remote island.

Of course, all of this was unknown to the person who had just crash-landed, as he was very much busy unconsciously groaning in pain as he was burned from whatever method of transport his body had gone through.

But soon, a miraculous scene occurred.

Out of the person's body, little flashes of lights could be seen at first which soon magnified to become blocks of light that flashed with the same colour as the kaleidoscope of the portal that brought him here.

The blocks of light soon coalesced together to form a thin blanket of light that surrounded his body completely. Then, slowly the blanket of light began to shrink until it enveloped his body tightly, eliciting another groan of pain from the still unconscious body.

But soon, a miraculous scene happened, the blanket of light lost its previous colors and began taking a bluish hue as something akin to a magical funnel formed on top of the light and soon the man was completely covered in a light blue sheet of light.

Slowly, the funnel began picking up pace and in the end, the magical energy that was being sucked by the shield of light became visible due to the sheer concentration of it.

Due to the same high concentration of magical energy, nobody would have been able to see underneath the shield of light but if anybody could, they would have been witness to the magical scene of somebody healing from near-certain death.

Slowly, the burned skin began to peel off as healthy pink skin began taking its place, ultimately culminating in a pale caucasian skin tone.

Bones began going back in their places, hair began regrowing, and ruptured internal organs began healing themselves, all the while the heart was beating furiously as it pumped blood to all of the extremities.

Soon, almost all of the body of the person was healed without leaving nary a trace of his former half-dead state.

It's job done, the blanket of light that was covering him began to lose its bluish hue and the funnel that had formed above him began dissipating. Slowly, the blanket of light returned to its plane white colour and that too soon dissipated, leaving behind a naked but healthy human body.

The light dissipated, having done its job, but the impact it had on the world could not dissipate so easily.

In its quest to heal its wielder, the light had chosen to take in energy from its surroundings to convert into pure life force so that its wielder, someone who was at death's door, could be brought back to a healthy state.

In doing so, it began absorbing the most readily available energy in the surroundings.

Magic.

The magic that had suffused the island after nearly a millennium of inactivity was a sight to behold. The same magic that could have powered something energy-intensive like the wards at Hogwarts for decades, was consumed in less than a minute.

The funnel that had formed on top of the shield had absorbed the entirety of the magic that was present on the island. That included the tiny amounts of magic that was present in all living beings, including the plants.

As a direct result of absorbing so much ambient magical energy, the island that he had landed on, had turned into a magical wasteland, with it turning into a black spot, magically speaking.

Soon, the entirety of the island began slowly sinking into the ocean below as the island's very foundations had rotten down due to them being a death land.

Slowly, inch by inch, the island began sinking down, leaving just the rock that he was floating on.

In the end, his body ended up floating about aimlessly on a singular rock that was preserved from the onslaught of the death energy that was now permeating every corner of the sunken island, a direct consequence of absorbing all the ambient magic of an ancient magical ecosystem that had remained undisturbed for thousands of years.

Elsewhere, Dumbledore and Voldemort had both set out on a path to find the wave of Arcane magic that had disoriented them both, more so in the case of Voldemort since he was much more in tune with the Arcane magicks due to his heavy use of old rituals.

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