[FOR EVERY 100 POWERSTONES = 1 EXTRA CHAPTER]
______________________________________________________________________________________________
The transition was not a journey but a cessation. One moment, they were on the sun-washed stone of the Hokage Rock, the purple-black tendrils of a cosmic seal trying to tear Indra from his reality. The next, there was only a blinding, silent white. Then, sensation returned, not with a crash, but with a whisper.
The air was different. It was thick, humid, and alive with scents Konoha had never known: damp earth, rotting leaves, strange, fragrant blossoms, and an undercurrent of something else… something wild and thrumming with power. The light was filtered, dappled green and gold through a dense, ancient canopy that blocked out most of the sky. They stood in the heart of a primordial forest, the silence so profound they could hear the rustle of a leaf a hundred yards away.
Indra's arms were still wrapped around Toka, who clung to him, her Hokage robes looking starkly out of place amidst the vibrant, untamed greenery. Agni, perched on his shoulder, ruffled her feathers, letting out a low, questioning trill. Her celestial senses were stretched taut, analyzing this new world.
We're safe, Indra projected to them both, his telepathy a comforting anchor. The seal was overridden. But we are far from home.
It was then the System's voice, that neutral, omnipresent guide, chimed in his mind.
Emergency Transport Complete. Destination: Stable Plane. Designation: Wizarding World. Temporal Coordinate: 980 A.D.
Indra's mind, a supercomputer capable of processing cosmic data, momentarily stuttered. Harry Potter universe? But… a thousand years before the story?
Local Integration Protocol Initiated. Please purchase and utilize Reality Warping Cards to establish a plausible origin and identity within this reality's causal stream. Failure to do so may result in reality rejection or identification as an extradimensional anomaly.
A holographic interface, visible only to him, appeared. Three cards were available, each costing 10 of his precious Simulation Points. He had hoarded them, preferring real growth over simulated practice. Now, he was grateful. He purchased all three.
He handed one card each to Toka and Agni. The cards were simple, elegant parchment with glowing fields to be filled.
NAME:
AGE:
FAMILY:
MAGICAL BLOODLINE:
BACKGROUND:
"We need to create a story," Indra explained softly to Toka. "This world has its own rules, its own magic. We must become part of its tapestry."
He focused on his own card first. His mind, the mind of John Pendragon, reached for a legend he knew well.
NAME: John Ashborn Pendragon
AGE: 25
FAMILY: Ashborn Pendragon
MAGICAL BLOODLINE: Celestial Phoenix, Elder Dragon
BACKGROUND: A distant descendant of Arthur Pendragon. Hails from South Asia, a region currently ravaged by war, forcing many humans and wizards to scatter. Returning to England to seek his ancestry and find aid. A wizard of immense latent power, his bloodline a rare fusion of celestial and draconic magic.
For Agni's, card System write's:
NAME: Agni
RACE: Celestial Phoenix Bird
AGE: 1200
BLOODLINE: Hybrid of Phoenix, Thunderbird, and Pokémon Ho-Oh (Capable of influencing Life and Death)
BACKGROUND: Guardian of the Ashborn family, created centuries ago in South Asia by the family founder through the fusion of sacred magical blood and a phoenix egg. Bonded to the Pendragon line after a daughter of Ashborn married into Arthur's family. The sole companion and protector of the last Ashborn descendant, John.
Finally, he handed the last card to Toka. She looked at it, then at him, a deep understanding in her eyes. She would not be Vidya here. That name belonged to a painful past. She would be someone new, built from the ashes of who she was.
NAME: Sharon Joyce
AGE: 27
FAMILY: Joyce
MAGICAL BLOODLINE: High Elf
BACKGROUND: One of the last descendants of the High Elves, a race nearly extinct due to obsession with blood purity and inbreeding. Her family, the Joyces, are one of the oldest magical lines, their history whispered to be connected to divine origins. Possesses a deep, innate connection to nature.
As they finalized their choices, the cards dissolved into motes of golden light. The light swirled around them, seeping into their very beings. It was not a painful process, but a profound one, a gentle rewriting of their cosmic signature.
For John, he felt a new warmth bloom in his veins alongside the cool, analytical power of the Six Eyes and the fiery potential of the Uchiha. It was a wild, ancient magic, proud and noble like the dragons and resilient and cyclical like the phoenix. His Gojo and Uchiha heritage, initially resistant to this foreign infusion, slowly recognized the immense power and accepted it, weaving it seamlessly into his already god-like constitution.
For Sharon, the change was more visible. Her already striking beauty was elevated to the ethereal. Her blonde hair seemed spun from liquid sunlight, her skin glowed with a healthy radiance, and her ears tapered into delicate, elegant points. She felt the vibrant, life-affirming energy of the Senju merge perfectly with the ancient, natural wisdom of the High Elf, as if they were two branches of the same primordial tree.
For Agni, her crimson and gold plumage deepened. The red became the color of a dying star, the gold like molten sunlight. A faint, crackling energy, a gift from the Thunderbird bloodline, now danced along her feathers. She felt more real, more integrated into the very concept of life and rebirth in this world.
The process for John took three full days, his body a battlefield of converging, supreme bloodlines. They remained hidden in the forest, John meditating under Agni's watchful gaze as Sharon used her newly enhanced senses to forage and secure their surroundings.
When it was done, they were new. John Ashborn Pendragon, Sharon Joyce, and Agni, the Celestial Phoenix. A quick check of his System panel confirmed it: two new bloodlines added, and a daunting line of text: Plane-Walker Cooldown: 30 Years.
A wave of cold fury towards Black Zetsu washed over him. Thirty years. But he pushed it down. Anger was a luxury he couldn't afford. They had to survive, to grow stronger, and to find a way back.
Using Sharon's heightened elf-senses and Agni's aerial reconnaissance, they finally found a path. After hours of walking, the dense trees began to thin. They emerged from the forest's edge onto a rolling green hill, and found themselves staring at four equally stunned individuals.
There was a young man with fiery red hair, a practical sword at his hip, his expression open and curious. Beside him stood a woman of breathtaking elegance in a blue royal gown, a simple yet undeniable diamond circlet resting on her brow, her gaze regal and assessing. Next to her was another woman in a sun-yellow gown, her ears slightly pointed like Sharon's, her face alight with immediate, genuine delight. The last was a young man dressed in rich emerald robes that spoke of nobility, with dark, unruly hair and piercing, vivid green eyes that seemed to see right through them.
The woman in yellow was the first to break the silence. She rushed forward, not with hostility, but with an overwhelming joy, her eyes fixed on Sharon.
"By the forests!" she exclaimed, her voice musical. "You… you are of the Elder Blood! A daughter of the High Elves! I am Helga, and it has been so long since I have seen one of our kind who walks so strongly in the light!" She looked Sharon up and down, her delight infectious.
The dark-haired man in green stepped forward, his green eyes sharp and intelligent, moving from Sharon to John, lingering on the majestic Agni perched calmly on his shoulder.
"Welcome, strangers," he said, his voice calm but carrying an undercurrent of immense power. "I am Salazar Slytherin. This is Godric Gryffindor," he gestured to the redhead, "Rowena Ravenclaw," the woman in blue gave a graceful nod, "and Helga Hufflepuff. You stand on the borders of our lands. Who might you be, and what brings you so far from… well, from anywhere?"
John met Salazar's gaze squarely. He felt the magic in these four, a raw, potent, and untamed power that promised greatness.
"I am John," he said, his voice resonating with a newfound, ancient authority. "John Ashborn Pendragon. This is my companion, Sharon Joyce. And our guardian, Agni. We are seeking… knowledge. We are seeking a man named Merlin."
The name hung in the air. The four founders-to-be exchanged a long, slow, significant look. The name 'Pendragon' had not gone unnoticed.
Godric Gryffindor grinned, a wide, welcoming smile. "Merlin, you say? That is a name that opens many doors, and just as many questions." He gestured towards a distant, grey silhouette on the horizon. "The road is long. Come. Our home is humble, but you are welcome. Your quest… intrigues us."
The dark-haired man Salazar Slytherin finally nodded, a decision made. "Merlin is not a man one simply 'finds'. But a Pendragon… that changes things. Come." He gestured back the way they had come. "The castle is not far. We have… much to discuss."
And as they were led towards the old, sturdy castle that would one day become Hogwarts, John felt a strange sense of destiny clicking into place. They were stranded, yes. But they were not lost. They had arrived at the very beginning of a legend.
______________________________________________________________________________________________
[THANK YOU FOR YOUR SUPPORT PLEASE SUPPORT MY FANFIC WITH YOUR POWER STONE'S AND REVIEW'S]