67Chronicles of Shadow and Light
Book 1: A Spark of Light
Disclaimer:
Leesin very carefully, I shall zay this only wonce... (Michelle Dubois, 'Allo 'Allo)
The various stories and characters of Harry Potter series and The Lord of the Rings series belong to J. K. Rowling and J. R. R. Tolkien and their respective publishers and copyright holders. This is but a work of fan-fiction which borrows the characters, places, events and dialogue from these published stories in the spirit and name of fan-fiction.
In no way is profit the intention of the story that follows. Throughout the story, real names, places and events may be used to tie the story into real-life, or characters may appear which resemble real people. These are being used in a fictional sense and in no way are the events, places or characterisations to be taken as fact. Some facts and dates have been altered for the purpose of the story (these "mistakes" are intentional)
Some dialogue will be transcribed from the HP and LotR stories. That which has been transcribed is not mine and should not be considered mine.
It is likely that this story will generate some anger in certain readers due to its take on religion. I would like to point out, now, to all those who are likely to be vocal about this: it is all but impossible to combine HP, LotR and real-life, without distorting facts and beliefs. Deal with it.
Introduction – Of the Shadow and the Light
History; it is such a fascinating word. Ask twenty people what it means and you are likely to get twenty different answers. Yet, even though it is surrounded by such ambiguity, we are still told that we should study it as much as possible, if we wish to avoid making the same mistakes, over and over again. History, as we are told, is forever bound to repeat itself.
While some people may have trouble comprehending such a statement, mankind has in fact long believed this to be true. Confucius himself said that one should "Study the past, if you would divine the future". Nowadays, in modern civilisation, there are even people who do nothing but study the past. Though even with this dedication, there are limits to what we are capable of. Mankind is but a mortal race and thus suffers from what all mortals suffer from: time... time and death.
As the years go by, fading into history, more and more of the past falls into legend, legend into myth, and myth into fantasy. Who then is able to "divine the future" if the past has long since been lost to time?
Who is left to study the times of the great flood, of the raining of fire, or of a world covered in ice? Who, when all has fallen into both legend and myth? Who is left to warn the parents when the bogeyman reaches out to claim their innocent child?
Who else could possibly do such a thing, but one who hasn't forgotten.
Many people these days no longer believe in a supreme deity, creationism, or even divine intervention. Even if it weren't so, there are now so many religions and beliefs in the world that many do not know which way to turn. Were we really created in the image of God, or were we born out of Gaia herself? Did Māui really fish up an Island? And just how do you catch the sun with naught but a fishing net?
In ancient times, the Babylonians believed that mortal life was born out of the conflict between Order and Chaos, personified in the beings Apsu and Tiamat. It was seen as eternal conflict, eternal struggle; the continuing war between "Good" and "Evil".
To an immortal god, to a being that doesn't suffer from time or death, this struggle may appear to be no greater than a simple pendulum, swinging back and forth. Tick, it is day. Tock, there is war. Tick, good prevails. Tock, a kingdom falls. Always ticking, always tocking, in the continual struggle to achieve perfect balance with itself.
Tick, Tock, Tick, Tock, Tick, Tock... Tock... Tock...
Sit back, make yourself comfortable, and allow me to tell you a story. A story of what happens when history falls past legend and myth, and even past fantasy itself. A story of when there remains no Man whom can remember the face of the bogeyman, and no Man whom can name the fallen Heroes. A story of a pendulum that tocked when it should of ticked. A story of what happens when the conflict between Order and Chaos becomes unbalanced.
It is a story of war and conflict, of heroes and villains, of rediscovered truths and uncovered lies. And, it is a story of how just one person can alter the course of the very universe itself.
It is a story of the Shadow and the Light.