Post by Cain the Scorched on Jul 27, 2014 22:16:35 GMT -5
Seventeen years ago, the Shadow-Stealer stole magic, siphoning it from the land. The side effects of this Dark Object were terrible. Magic acted in chaotic ways, spells misfiring if they worked at all, the simplest spell could end in terrible, screaming death. On the other hand, it may not work at all, the results no better than if a muggle waved a stick, or a simple spell could have unforeseen results. Demons were born from this dark magic.
But like all things, this came to a stop. The stone was destroyed, magic started to return to normal. But it was a slow process. And shortly after the Final Battle with Mosrael and her Sentinels, there was a Flux. A wild surge, it was only detected after the fact, in the search for answers. Hundreds disappeared in the Wizarding U.K., all were using magical transportation, Apparition, the Floo, Portkeys. The entire Knight Bus disappeared. The investigation stretched for months, a final hard blow struck after the end of a hard fought war. But eventually, the missing were officially declared Dead. They would not return.
Or so everyone thought.
The Knight Bus burst onto Cherry Lane in Chelsea, almost colliding with its counterpart, built after the original's disappearance. People Apparated into being, frightening nearby pedestrians, others appeared in fireplaces or in random places holding Portkeys, 17 years too late to their intended destinations. And miraculously, except for disorientation and a few splinches, scraped elbows or knees, and a broken arm on the old Knight Bus, every lost traveler was unharmed. Hundreds of people, out of time, out of place, legally dead.
What would happen next?
But like all things, this came to a stop. The stone was destroyed, magic started to return to normal. But it was a slow process. And shortly after the Final Battle with Mosrael and her Sentinels, there was a Flux. A wild surge, it was only detected after the fact, in the search for answers. Hundreds disappeared in the Wizarding U.K., all were using magical transportation, Apparition, the Floo, Portkeys. The entire Knight Bus disappeared. The investigation stretched for months, a final hard blow struck after the end of a hard fought war. But eventually, the missing were officially declared Dead. They would not return.
Or so everyone thought.
The Knight Bus burst onto Cherry Lane in Chelsea, almost colliding with its counterpart, built after the original's disappearance. People Apparated into being, frightening nearby pedestrians, others appeared in fireplaces or in random places holding Portkeys, 17 years too late to their intended destinations. And miraculously, except for disorientation and a few splinches, scraped elbows or knees, and a broken arm on the old Knight Bus, every lost traveler was unharmed. Hundreds of people, out of time, out of place, legally dead.
What would happen next?
