Chapter-2

The candlelight in the little room flickered, leaving dancing shadows on the walls. The woman's face was illuminated by the gentle, warm glow of the candle, and she stared at him with kindness and a little bit of pity. The boy—whose name he couldn't recall, lost in the cloud of confusion—sat in a huge, comfy chair near the desk, trying to make sense of the bizarre world he had stumbled onto.

"So," the woman started, breaking the silence, "let us discuss why you are here."

He blinked, attempting to control his speeding heartbeat. "Why am I here?" Where is this place? "And why am I in this body?"

The woman's gaze softened as she took a seat opposite him. "You are in a realm that connects the world beyond the veil and the ordinary world, a world similar to your own but very different. Your body is the vehicle you must inhabit to complete the task at hand."

He looked down at his small hands, still attempting to reconcile this new reality with his prior life. "Task? What task?"

The woman took a deep breath, her eyes serious, "There is this planet, it was The world of magic, and now It is on the point of collapse. A series of actions made by its citizens has culminated in the catastrophic unraveling of their existence. The magical balance is dissolving, and the end is near."

His heart fell at her words. "What does this have to do with me?"

"There is this deity," she said, "a custodian of history and forgotten wisdom. This deity has selected you for an important task. It is your responsibility to collect and preserve the fragments of this planet before it is too late.

He looked at her, puzzled. "Preserve what? "And why me?"

"The deity," she said, "is known as Arcanis." Arcanis has spent millennia collecting old and fallen civilizations. As the magical world comes to an end, Arcanis works to ensure that the essence of magic—its knowledge, plants, animals, and everything wondrous—is not lost forever. You are to build a sanctuary, a repository where these remnants would be protected from annihilation."

He felt a weight rest on his shoulders. But why me? "And why am I in the body of a child?"

"The choice to place you in a young body is strategic," she told me. "You will be enrolled at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry to begin your magical education. This will allow you to comprehend and interact with the magical world in the same way that a young wizard or witch would. Arcanis will observe your development and assess your suitability for the task at hand. If you succeed, you will be given the wisdom to build a sanctuary—a haven from the catastrophe that will be engulfing this globe."

The boy's thoughts raced. "And what if I fail?"

"The deity has chosen you based on potential and capability," she told me. "Failure is a possibility, but it is not the only one. Your primary challenge will be in demonstrating your capacity to learn, adapt, and overcome the challenges that may occur. Arcanis looks for someone who can prosper in hardship, not someone who needs continual guidance."

She paused, letting her words sink in. "If you accept this task, you will wake up at an orphanage in London a week before getting your Hogwarts acceptance letter. This will allow you time to become acquainted with your new surroundings and physique. You will also have a small Gringotts account that will finance your seven-year education at Hogwarts. Aside from that, you must face the perils of the magical realm on your own. Arcanis wants someone who can face challenges on their own and not rely on others for every step."

He was overwhelmed by the size of the undertaking. "How about saving the wizards and witches?" What's their part in this?

The woman's countenance darkened. "You are not responsible for protecting the wizards and witches. Their fate will be defined by their actions. The downfall of the magical realm is the result of their actions and decisions. Your responsibility is to protect what remains of the magical essence, not to meddle in the decisions that contributed to this outcome."

"Do I have a choice? ", he questioned.

"Of course, you have a choice," you can say no and move beyond the veil.

The task ahead was intimidating, but he also felt a sense of resolve. This was an opportunity to have a huge effect and be a part of something far larger than himself. He always considered himself an average person, nothing exceptional about him as far as he knew. He was moderately smart and had an average dead-end profession, but now this deity has picked me for this task for some reason. It could still be a dream, but it might also be a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

"Alright," he murmured, his voice firm despite the nervousness in his chest. "I accept this responsibility."

The woman's eyes softened in approval. "Very good. You will soon awaken at the London orphanage, ready to start a new life. Remember that this voyage will put you to the test in ways you never imagined, but it will also provide you with the opportunity to leave a lasting legacy. Arcanis will watch over you and guide you as needed, but the success of your mission will ultimately be determined by your own efforts."

She stood and approached him, laying a soothing hand on his shoulder. "Prepare for the road ahead. "The magical world awaits, and your role in preserving its essence is crucial."

As the woman's presence faded, he had a tingling sensation across his body. His eyes were heavy, and despite his best attempts to remain alert, the weight of sleep began to drag him down. He attempted to concentrate, but the effort became excruciating. The last thing he noticed was a man sitting quietly in the corner of the room. His demeanor was stoic and incomprehensible, and he focused intensely on the youngster.

The man's presence was dominating and quiet, his black eyes reflecting an old knowledge that blended in with the darkness around him. The boy's eyesight clouded as he tried to remain aware, and the boundaries of the room faded into darkness. With a final, breath, he fell asleep. The room, the woman, and the mysterious stranger all disappeared into the depths of his mind as he slid into oblivion.