Chương 9: Echoes of the Battlefield 1/2
( Skip chapter 8 to 12 if you feel bored )
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Should this be au or original future read and comment
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The night was a dark, oppressive cloak over the battlefield. London's shattered skyline was obscured by the smoky haze of the endless fires that blazed across the city. The air was thick with the acrid stench of burning debris and the rancid odor of decay. In the middle of the chaos, between crumbling buildings and scattered wreckage, the battle raged on.
From the vantage point of a shattered bus stop, Eleanor Caldwell, a muggle-born witch, crouched behind a makeshift barricade, her heart pounding. Her once-pristine robes were stained with blood and grime, a grim reminder of the world she now fought to survive in. Her wand, gripped tightly in her hand, was the only source of comfort amid the carnage.
Eleanor's squad, a motley group of wizards, muggle fighters, and religious zealots, had been dispatched to secure an old warehouse rumored to hold crucial supplies. The warehouse, now a battleground, was under assault from a horde of Undead and a faction of dark wizards who had allied with them.
The fight had started hours ago, and it was clear that this was no ordinary skirmish. The Undead swarmed like a living tide, their speed and ferocity defying any hope of conventional tactics. As Eleanor peeked around the edge of the barricade, she saw the grim spectacle of wizards and muggles battling side by side, their unity a fragile beacon of hope in the darkness.
A burst of spellfire erupted from her left, followed by the deafening roar of an Undead beast, once a majestic unicorn now twisted into a grotesque, horned predator. The beast charged through the ranks, its eyes hollow and its movements erratic. Eleanor's fellow combatants, a mix of wizards and muggles, scrambled to fend off the assault. The muggle soldiers, armed with rifles, fired relentlessly, while wizards hurled spells with precision and desperation.
Eleanor's gaze was drawn to a figure in the midst of the chaos—a dark wizard, draped in flowing robes, his face obscured by a mask. He moved with a sinister grace, casting spells with a casual, almost indifferent air. The dark wizard seemed to revel in the destruction around him, his magic tearing through both the Undead and the beleaguered defenders.
A loud crackle of energy surged through the air as Eleanor saw a lightning bolt of dark magic strike a nearby muggle soldier, sending him flying. The soldier's screams were cut short as he fell, his body contorting in the throes of magical agony. The sight fueled Eleanor's determination. She rose, pointing her wand at the dark wizard, and shouted an incantation. A searing beam of light shot forth, only to be deflected by a dark shield that the wizard raised with a contemptuous flick of his wrist.
The clash of magical forces was nearly overwhelming. Eleanor ducked as debris exploded around her, the sounds of battle mingling with the groans and roars of the Undead. Her eyes caught sight of a group of priests, their white robes now stained crimson, wielding enchanted blades against the monstrous horde. Their prayers mixed with their chants, creating a protective barrier that temporarily held the tide of the Undead at bay.
"Hold the line!" Eleanor heard one of the priests shout, his voice heavy with both determination and desperation.
A shiver ran down Eleanor's spine as she realized the full scope of their predicament. The undead were not just mindless monsters; they were driven by a malignant intelligence, orchestrating their attacks with a disturbing degree of coordination. The dark wizards had twisted them into instruments of terror, exploiting their chaos to sow further discord among the defenders.
As Eleanor fought, her mind flashed back to her previous life—an ordinary student at Hogwarts, filled with dreams and hopes. Now, those dreams seemed distant, overshadowed by the stark reality of the world she fought to save. Each spell cast, each enemy vanquished, was a testament to her will to survive, but the toll was heavy.
The dark wizard, now a target of concentrated fire from multiple fronts, finally fell with a loud, shattering cry. His body collapsed into a heap, and the surrounding Undead momentarily hesitated, as if confused by the loss of their orchestrator. This brief pause provided a small respite for the beleaguered defenders.
Eleanor's relief was short-lived as a new wave of Undead surged forward, their monstrous forms casting long shadows in the flickering light of the burning city. She gritted her teeth, pushing her fatigue aside. Her squad continued to fight, their combined efforts a testament to the resilience of those who refused to be consumed by despair.
In the midst of the chaos, Eleanor felt a surge of fierce resolve. The battle might seem endless, and the world might be crumbling around them, but as long as there was breath in their bodies and magic in their veins, they would fight on. The darkness might envelop the world, but it was the spirit of those who stood against it that would light the way through the abyss.
With a final, determined shout, Eleanor joined her comrades in the fight, each spell cast and each strike made a stand against the encroaching night. The battle was far from over, but as long as they stood together, there remained a flicker of hope amid the shadows.
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1. AU
2. Original timeline from which rose regressed
3. Both
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