Harry Potter and the Artificer Legacy Chapter 80 (Patreon)

Hey friends and fans! Kairomaru is bringing you another chapter of Harry Potter and the Artificer Legacy! The Great Work has been completed and the world changes forever! Nature is going crazy, technology is going dark, and everyone and everything has to deal with it. But as no one knew what exactly would happen from this Great Work, there is always a chance that this Great Change will have unknown or unintended effects upon parts of the world. Can the people of the world survive? If so, what will this ‘new’ world look like?

If you’d like to become a patron and get access to these chapters earlier, just head on over to Pat re on and add a /Kairomaru after the com.

Make sure to thank the patrons that make these stories possible by checking out the Patron Plaque on my profile!

So, without further delay, please enjoy.

-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-

Chapter 80 – Rampant Magic

Harry saw through his Communications Mirror just what was going on in Oxfordshire thanks to Hermione holding her mirror towards a window in her home.

Birds were flying about in great flocks, close to the ground, and a mix of dozens of species. The sound that was coming through the window and then being transmitted through the Communication Mirror was grating, to say the least. The cawing, shrieking, and squawking of all the avians was loud as they panicked.

But it was the shadowy forms seen within the widespread flocks that caught Harry’s attention after he noticed them for the first time. Hidden upon the flapping wings of the panicked flights of birds were what appeared to be much larger birds, but only as silhouettes. Like they weren’t quite physical and real, but existed in some nebulous state of shadow.

“What in the world?” Harry tried to get a better look at the shadowy ‘birds’, but they almost faded in and out of sight. Sometimes they were larger, other times they were small, as if they refused to be seen easily.

“No one can even go outside with all of this craziness happening, Harry.” Hermione told her friend as she turned the Communication Mirror to face her again. “We occasionally get powerful windstorms too, but they go away only a few moments after forming. The worst part is that the power keeps flickering off and on more and more often. The entire town goes dark for hours sometimes, but because of all this chaos, no workmen can go out to try and fix anything.”

Harry couldn’t figure out what was going on. Everything had been fine just yesterday, but today the entire world seemed to have gone crazy with Magic! “I’m not sure what’s happening either, Hermione. We’re hunkered down here at Potter Manor too.”

“We’re staying inside until everything blows over, Harry.” Hermione said with a smile. “I’m glad that this mirror still works even with everything that’s happening.”

“Small mercies.” Harry smiled at Hermione before the two ended their call.

Harry looked across the living room to check on his family. Sirius was talking to Remus on his mirror, the werewolf Professor was at Hogwarts and saw the wards of the ancient castle swell and ebb like the tides every few hours, apparently. Tonks was talking with other Aurors one after another. Most were holding position, waiting for orders from Madam Bones, or were wary of trying to Apparate when it seemed like Magic itself was running wild. Penny was talking to her parents, occasionally being shown what was happening through the mirror. Fleur was also talking to her parents and it further proved that whatever was happening wasn’t limited to Britain.

“Still going on…” Harry muttered to himself as he looked out the window and saw the golden dome around the Potter Lands. His Artifact House was holding strong, seemingly unperturbed by the sparks and bolts of Magic that arced across the edge of its range. “What could be causing so much Magical discharge though? And on such a large scale…” It didn’t make sense to Harry at all. This much Magic, even if it was only covering Britain and France, would be more than even ten thousand Witches and Wizards could muster, especially for this long.

-Hidden Location-

“This is getting out of hand!” A Wizard said with force as he glared at his coconspirators. “We were supposed to bring back the dying Magic…not BOMB THE WORLD WITH IT!!!”

A woman in a set of robes covered in various patterns looked at the man unamused. “We all knew that unexpected things would happen. But Magic is restored and the world should settle down soon enough from this first outpouring.”

The Wizard focused his glare on her. “And if it doesn’t?”

“Then we wait longer.” A much older man said as he levitated a cup of freshly brewed tea into his hands and took a sip. “The world needs time to readjust. We cannot rush it now that we’ve revived the Magic.”

Another, older, Witch sighed at the first Wizard. “Honestly, we all knew things would change drastically. Maybe not to this degree for the Non-Magical, but there was no chance that the world would smoothly transition once the Magic was restored.”

“If this gets any worse…the world we wanted back may very well be the end of us all.” The first Wizard said as he turned and left the circular room, stalking off into the corridor outside and away from his peers.

-Kashiwazaki-Kariwa Nuclear Power Plant ~ Japan-

The entire facility shook like an earthquake.

The workers that remained to keep the facility running and secure all grabbed onto something to steady themselves. Everything had gone absolutely insane in the last forty-eight hours and hadn’t shown any signs of stopping. The controls and readings from the core were still fine, thankfully, but no one was sure how much longer that would last as more and more electronics failed or simply went out and weren’t able to be turned back on.

“Can we keep this up?” One worker whispered to his friend and colleague.

“We have to.” His friend said quietly. “If we have to shut down…so many people will lose power on top of all this chaos.”

The entire plant was soon not given a choice.

The rumbling that had started continued for almost a full minute, several of the workers monitoring alarms in case they needed to shut down the system and seal the core. But when the shaking stopped just as suddenly as it had started, many breathed a sigh of relief. That would be the last relief they would have for a long while though.

The core’s readings suddenly dropped sharply.

Alarms blared as sensors went crazy, not reading anything properly.

“SEAL THE CORE NOW!!!” The head of the plant yelled loudly to the rushing workers.

A few seconds later and a response came.

“The…the core…”

“What about the core? What’s happening?” The plant head questioned.

“It’s gone…”

“WHAT?!” The head of the plant yelled.

“Something’s happening!” Came the startled cry of the workers that had gone to seal the core.

The radio went dead.

Every single worker could only stare in panic and fear as the entire plant began to come apart. Small flecks of material rose up off every single surface like a fine dust. More and more continued to flow into the air as the materials broke down, forming thick clouds that continued to rise into the air as the roof came apart in the same way. As the workers started to scream and run away in terror, the various radiation suits broke down while they were still being worn.

From a distance, a massive grey-black cloud rose up from the nuclear plant. People in the nearby Kariwa town cried out in fear, all of them believing that the nuclear plant had just suffered a catastrophic failure that would irradiate the land for decades and kill everything.

What happened instead was even stranger.

The grey-black cloud of material was drawn into a single point and swallowed up by a mass of earth. The ‘thing’ didn’t seem to have a defined form…but was made of soil, stone, and even a forest. Once the entirety of the material that had been the nuclear plant was swallowed up, the towering creature…golem…elemental… simply continued on its way, like a small moving mountain that made little to no noise as it moved.

It would be almost an hour later that the workers from the plant would stumble into town, all of them physically unharmed but in various states of undress as most of them were barefoot, some had shirts and pants on, others only pants, and some only shirts. A few were wearing clothes that were clearly not theirs, given the poor fit, but would’ve been naked otherwise. The one thing that all of them had in common, however, was the strange changes to their hair. Black hair was almost ubiquitous among the Japanese people; but all of these people had hair of various shades of color now…some normal, like light brown hair, others…less than normal. Golden blonde hair, blue hair, green hair, pink hair, silver hair, orange hair, purple hair…a rainbow of various hair colors that weren’t natural to humans, but had appeared on the workers from their direct exposure to so much raw Magic.

Around the world, other power plants of various types experienced similar ‘attacks’ leaving the areas where they’d been standing completely flat, as if the plants had never been built there at all. But leaving behind workers that were unharmed, if not more than a little shaken up from the experience, some of them showing signs from their exposure to such high concentrations of Magic.

Indeed, it seemed that any such large sources of power were found and consumed by these ‘elementals’ as some had started to call them. Nuclear submarines were swallowed up by the giant moving storms traveling across the world’s oceans. The crews of said vessels later found washed up on nearby shores seemingly unharmed, but with various effects to their bodies ranging from altered hair and eye colors, to people that had been sick or injured finding themselves perfectly healthy. All the while the ever-changing forms of the ‘living storms’ would continue on their way as if they hadn’t just consumed a three-billion dollar military vehicle in its entirety.

Naturally, this quickly caused various parts of the world to go dark.

The multitudes of life that required the dark to live began to thrive once more. Including the many things that went ‘bump’ in the night and had all but become a memory to humanity, mere fairytales and ghost stories, were slowly returning to the world.

-Ethiopia-

“A dream…?” A young man blinked at what he was seeing outside of his family’s home.

“A spirit?” His elderly grandfather made his own guess.

Walking across the land a few hundred meters from the small home was an elephant. But not in anyway a normal elephant. For one, it wasn’t made of flesh and bone, but of water, grass, dirt, and even the wind as a gentle breeze seemed to constantly move the long grasses along the body of the ‘spirit’. It was also almost three times the size of a normal full-grown elephant.

Following the spirit was a herd of normal elephants. All of them occasionally stopping to grab and eat some of the fresh plant life that sprung up behind the spirit as it walked. The entire land seemed to be bursting with life as the elephant ‘spirit’ continued on its path across the grassland. The sun shone brightly down upon the procession of elephants, seemingly blessing the herd as the land was filled with life and Magic where they walked.

-Washington DC ~ United States-

“Mr. President we believe that it’s not safe to go outside at the moment.” A Secret Service member cautioned as they looked out of the windows to see trees had rapidly grown and overtaken part of the city. Roads were clogged with trees, the sudden emergence of a new forest in the capitol city had brought even more halt to the already stalled city when things like vehicles stopped working hours ago.

“Have the Witches and Wizards not said anything about all of this?” President Clinton asked as he saw trees still rapidly growing from various parts of the city, rising up even higher than some buildings.

“They’re still looking into it, sir. What they do know is that this is an outpouring of Magic from the planet and that they’ve never seen anything like it before.” One of the staffers updated the President with the latest information they had.

With the capitol locked up, there was already intense discussion on how to keep the President safe and ways to evacuate him to a safer location…but without the use of vehicles, that was a much more challenging task than usual.

-Days Later-

“It’s not settling down at all.” Anna said as she floated in the air, following after one of the ‘elementals’ as they’d come to be called among both the Magical and Non-Magical. The one that she was following was along the west coast of the United States, heading south towards Mexico. The massive ‘living storm’ everchanging through various forms of marine life was not only still active, if her senses weren’t wrong, the thing was actually putting off MORE magic than when it had first appeared, further fueling the increasing magic in the world.

These elementals were like massive factories of magic and practically poured more and more magic out into the world as they continued to exist. They caused some destruction in their wake, and there had definitely been lives lost from the moving forces of nature. But none of it seemed intentional or done out of malice. These things seemed to be rebalancing nature as they continuously raised the amount of magic in the world.

Anna looked down at the swirling mass of seawater and its various forms, wondering if this would continue indefinitely given how much the magic in the world had already increased. “Perhaps this is necessary. Then again, maybe we opened Pandora’s Box in our attempt to save Magic.”

A buzz coming from her pocket alerted Anna to an incoming call.

The powerful Witch pulled out the Communication Mirror and looked into it, seeing the face of one of her colleagues. “What is it, Mateo?”

“I’ve been investigating over here in Nassau. Looks like the theories were correct, the leylines are way more active than they’ve ever been recorded before.” Mateo, a rather powerful and intelligent Wizard in his own right, told Anna through the mirror. “The Bahamas are practically pulsing with magic right now.”

“Any idea when it might settle down?” Anna questioned as she followed the water elemental as it continued to move south.

Mateo let out a long sigh. “Honestly, I couldn’t tell you.” He shook his head once. “Eventually we’ll end up hitting a diffusion point, where the planet just can’t hold all of the magic…but then it would be tossed out into space.”

“I don’t suppose there’s anyway to know when that will happen?” Anna asked rhetorically, her expression flat.

“There isn’t…at least not yet.” Mateo confirmed.

Anna let out a sigh of her own. “Keep me updated, I’m still following the elemental down the west coast of the US. It’ll reach Mexico in another two or three hours at this pace.”

The call was ended and Anna put the mirror back into her pocket as she continued after the everchanging water elemental.

-Potter Manor-

“You keep trying, huh?” Harry looked at the massive swirling wind…thing…that was circling the golden dome covering the Potter Lands from his Artifact House.

It was vaguely reminiscent of a dragon, but more serpentine-like. The swirling wind creature, or elemental as they’d apparently been dubbed, had been coming around the Potter Lands over the last two days, brushing against the golden dome for a while before eventually continuing on its way. The living windstorm kicked up debris and sent the surrounding forest shaking, but couldn’t bypass the protection of Potter Manor.

Harry and his family had briefly left the protection of their home to try and drive the elemental away the first time it had shown up, but their spells didn’t do anything to it. The thing didn’t seem to notice them at all, in fact. It was solely focused on the barrier whenever it came around, only to leave after a time to continue on whatever path it was making through the skies of Britain.

Thanks to the Communication Mirrors still working, Harry was able to get a near constant stream of information coming in about the situation in Britain and across different parts of the world, though the foreign information had been spotty and less informative.

Apparently, strange weather was still occurring all over the world. There were places where it rained ‘wet fire’, other places were being covered in wide swathes of snow that was a rainbow of colors, and in many places the elementals roamed and suffused entire regions in thick magic that made random transfigurations and charm-like effects happen for a while.

“But how long can this go on?” Harry wondered to himself as he watched the wind elemental circle around the golden dome once more before it flew off to wherever it went when it wasn’t harassing the Potter Lands.

-Los Angeles ~ Three Days Later-

The ‘City of Angels’ was facing a crisis.

They weren’t the only ones, of course, but they were seeing the affects faster due to having the largest population in the state of California.

Water from the Colorado River had been almost completely cut off to Southern California.

This wasn’t an issue of faulty maintenance of their aqueducts or anything like that. It was the overflowing Magic in the world and, in particular, reports of elementals seemingly fighting around the Colorado River Basin. Great sandstorms were being thrown around by sandy and rocky elementals as they clashed against water elementals that were bringing rain to the area. From the reports that had managed to come in, which were very few, it was like nature was fighting with itself to determine if the southwest would remain arid and desert, or if it would become wetter and more grassland-like.

The flow of the Colorado River had strengthened and constantly reached the sea as it had once done long ago, before it had been used up by intense agriculture and the water needs of the various states that it passed through. This was good for those near the river delta who had long lost the vast majority of their water. But for the millions that called Southern California home, and the large-scale agriculture that took place around the Colorado River, it was an emergency that they simply couldn’t do anything about. The elementals had cut off the aqueducts and without working machinery and vehicles, as well as their power grid struggling to stay functional, there wasn’t anything they could do to repair the said aqueducts.

-A Week Later ~ Beijing, China-

“What do you mean the satellites are gone?” A strict and severe-looking man quested the report that had just been brought to him.

“As the report says, sir…all of our satellites that were orbiting have vanished. No signals have been found and none can be seen in the night sky on their normal paths.” The one that had delivered the report summarized. “After some investigation, there have been no satellites found orbiting earth any longer. They’ve all vanished, sir.”

The severe man read through more of the report for a silent moment. “Do we have any idea what happened to them?” China’s Ministry of Defense had almost one-hundred satellites in space; they couldn’t have all disappeared without any signal sent. If they’d fallen to earth for some reason, then they’d have gotten at least some kind of signal alerting them to a critical error.

The other man shook his head. “No, sir…we don’t’. Every satellite that was once orbiting the planet seems to have disappeared without a trace.”

What the Non-Magical couldn’t have known was that the overflowing magic from the earth had reached the diffusion point, spilling out into Earth’s orbit and breaking all of the satellites (and space junk) circling the planet into base materials before drawing it all back towards the earth it had come from.

-South Wales ~ Sheep Farm-

CRASH

“ROOOOAAARRR!!!”

Dylan Morgan nearly jumped a meter in the air from the sudden loud crash and the following roar. He was a sheep farmer by trade, something that had been passed down his family for generations along with the family farm. Hearing the loud roar and the bleating of his sheep, Dylan ran around the large barn to see what was going on.

He stopped dead at what he saw.

A literal fucking DRAGON had smashed through one of his barns and was eating his sheep! The great green lizard’s jaws were already covered in blood from the sheep it had snatched up. It didn’t seem to notice the human not too far away, entirely focused on eating its fill of sheep.

Only when Dylan stumbled backwards in panic and fall over did the Common Welsh Green noticed him and let out a hissing growl as a warning.

Dylan froze up entirely under the dragon’s gaze. He was certain that he was about to die right then and there.

“STUPEFY!!!” A dozen or more voices called out not a moment later, jets of sparkling red light slamming into the dragon from all sides.

“ROOOAAARRR!!!” The Welsh Green roared as it staggered from the combined Stunning spells. With a hiss it blasted the area around it with flames to uncover its unseen attackers.

“Again!”

“STUPEFY!!!” The dozen or so red lights slammed into the dragon and it staggered before collapsing to the ground next to the damaged sheep barn.

Disillusionment Charms were removed, revealing a dozen Dragon Handlers from the Draig Werrd Reserve.

“What the hell is going on?” Dylan asked the man nearest to him.

The Dragon Handler helped the farmer up to his feet before speaking. “We’re terribly sorry about this, sir. We’ll have the dragon secured and removed from your property shortly. We’ll also fix your barn for you since it was one of our escaped dragons that damaged it.”

Dylan blinked at the obvious Wizard for a moment before shaking his head to get his thought straight. “What about my sheep?” He needed to do a count as soon as possible to find out how many he’d lost.

“Your loss will be compensated by the Draig Werrd Reserve.” The Dragon Handler promised while handing Dylan a promissory note with the signature of the Head of the Reserve at the bottom. “As soon as you know the number of sheep that you’ve lost, please fill out the note. You can mail it to the Ministry of Magic in London and they’ll send it to us. You’ll be compensated in Pounds Sterling for your lost sheep.”

“A-Alright…?” Dylan took the note and looked it over. His eyes were quickly drawn back to the Welsh Green dragon as it was tied up, a thick muzzle was put around its jaws to prevent any more fire breath, and then a large metal container seemingly grew from a tiny model that one of the other Dragon Handlers had set on the ground. The Dragon was levitated into the large metal container by a group effort from the Dragon Handlers and then the door was closed before the container was shrunken again and picked up.

“Let’s keep going! We still have another two hiding somewhere in this area!” Rhys Hughes called out to his subordinates. “Fix the barn quickly!”

Dylan could only watch in stunned silence as with a point of a wand and the word ‘Reparo’, the smashed in wall and roof of his barn put itself back together like it had never been broken.

With the dragon captured, the barn fixed, and Dylan given a means of compensation, the Dragon Handlers quickly unshrank brooms, mounted them, and then flew off to hunt down the next escaped dragon.

-Bükki National Park ~ Hungary-

“Put out those fires!” A large man shouted at a few others as he rushed towards the loud roars further into the large forest.

Wales wasn’t the only reserve in the world to suffer a dragon breakout. And unlike the Welsh, dealing with the usually more docile Welsh Greens, here in Hungary…they had one of the most vicious and dangerous dragon breeds in the world.

“ROOOAAARRRR!!!” The roar of the Hungarian Horntail that they were trying to recapture shook the air, followed by a massive gout of flames engulfing a small section of the forest.

“Damn it!” The man, a Senior Dragon Handler with almost thirty years of experience, cursed as he whipped his wand into a wide arc and conjured a wave of water to put out the flames before they could spread. “We’re going to have to switch to termination if we can’t subdue it soon!”

The great dragon came into view, its bronze and black scales, sharp spikes, and baleful eyes locking onto the new arrival with an angry hiss. It was then struck by seven or eight Stunning spells from its opposite side. The dragon whipped its head around and bathed the area where the other Dragon Handlers were in a sea of flames. Its long spiked tail shattered nearby trees like they were twigs and made more of the Dragon Handlers scatter.

Already a portion of the forest was smoking and smoldering from the Hungarian Horntail’s rampage. Non-Magical people had been ushered out of the national park as fast as possible, many of them being side-along Apparated if they were close to where the Horntail had landed.

“ROOOOAAAARRRR!!!” The Hungarian Horntail roared and spread its wings wide, a clear sign that it was about to take off again.

“Varga! The trees!” The Senior Dragon Handler yelled to one of his colleagues while pointing his wand at the fallen trees. The other Dragon Handler, Varga, nodded in understanding before pointing his wand at the fallen trees as well. With a jab, twirl, and flick of their wands, the fallen trees shot into the air and crashed down on the Horntail before it could take flight.

“ROOOAARRR!!!” The Horntail’s angry roar was met with almost a dozen Stunning spells slamming into it while it was trapped.

“Hit it again!” The Head Dragon Handler bellowed out to be heard over the Horntail and the still crackling flames in the area.

Another barrage of red lights finally knocked the Horntail unconscious.

The call went out to suppress all the fires before they spread, all the while a dozen Dragon handlers started securing the escaped Horntail with the strongest restraints they had.

-United States ~ Rocky Mountains-

BOOM BOOM BOOM

Explosions shook the normally quiet area as a large number of giants fought with the Witches and Wizards that were meant to contain them.

The immense spell resistance of the giants made it hard to deal with them for the Witches and Wizards, but they needed to stop the giants from leaving the mountains. The danger they posed to people in any of the small towns that were remotely close to the once hidden Giant Reserve couldn’t be understated.

“GRAAAHHH!!!: A female giant bellowed as she tried to smash a Wizard that had just hit her with a Blasting Curse. Her massive club shattered the rocky ground with a thunderous crash, but the Wizard had Apparated away.

“Bombarda Maxima!” A Witch cast, blasting a giant in the face and sending it staggering back a step. “Fuck!” She Apparated away just in time to avoid a boulder that had been thrown at her by another giant.

“UUUAAAGGGHHH!!!” The tribe of giants bellowed so loudly that the various Witches and Wizards winced at the volume and how it echoed throughout the mountains.

“Natalie! We need backup!” One of the Reserve Guards shouted as he cast a powerful Protego to block a hail of thrown stones.

Natalie, one of the senior guards, looked at the Wizard like he was stupid. “I’m working on it, Greg!” She had a Peony Communication mirror in her left hand. The damn things had taken the markets by storm for those that could afford them, which included the MACUSA. Right now, Natalie was just glad to have a faster way to contact her superiors.

“What’s the emergency?!” A man on the other side of the mirror asked quickly.

“Giants! The entire population escaped! We can’t contain them all by ourselves! They’ve split up as well! We’ve managed to secure the Krugath Tribe and the Morlug Tribe, but that still leaves eight more Tribes! We’re running on fumes here!” Natalie explained the situation that the Giant Reserve had been going through for the last week and a half.

The man on the other side of the mirror cursed loudly. “Shit! We’ll send Aurors to assist! But we’re spread thin right now! With everything that’s been going on, it’s like we’re trying to stop the world from shattering with only a roll of duct tape!”

“Anyone that knows how to really use their wand would be greatly appreciated!” Natalie replied instantly.

The Guards of the Giant Reserve were lucky that giants weren’t incredibly bright and that they’d been able to misdirect them more often than not with illusion spells that kept them wandering the mountains. Unfortunately that plan had fallen apart when a couple of the Tribal Chiefs had recognized the pattern (especially after two of the Tribes had been recaptured) and then split up, spreading out the limited forces that the Reserve could field.

“GIGAS CONFRACTUS!!!” Greg bellowed and a massive burst of dark purple light escaped his wand to blast a charging giant in the chest.

The powerful spell was made to work on Giants and it knocked the charging giant on his ass with a loud thud. It looked to have knocked the giant out as well, which was a stroke of good luck as it made the rest of the giants back off slightly as they held up their weapons defensively. None of them had thought the humans could still use that spell after so many days of chasing and fighting with them.

-Desert, Egypt-

“Grrrr!” A Manticore growled at Zosimos. “Move!” It demanded with its human head.

“No.” Zosimos denied the creature that had tired to hunt down the people that he was assisting now that the Magic of the world was slowly starting to calm down, if only a little. The Elementals were still moving about, but from the reports of his various Homunculi, there were fewer of them than before. Unfortunately, there had already been near catastrophic loss of life in many parts of the world. In some of those cases even large cities had fallen, either through natural disasters, the sudden uprising of various Magical Creatures, or a combination of both.

“Then I’ll eat you too!” The Manticore threatened the ancient Alchemist.

Zosimos had no idea where this Manticore had come from, but suspected that it had escaped from some illegal place like a collector or a black market when the fluctuating Magic of the world had shattered most wards. Plenty of places had suddenly been revealed to the Non-Magical as the obscuration and repelling wards were stripped away. Wards to contain dangerous creatures were no exception and this Manticore had probably gotten a taste for human flesh as soon as it escaped.

“GROOAAWWRR!!!” The Manticore roared and leapt at Zosimos.

It didn’t even make it halfway to the ancient Wizard.

The sandy ground beneath the airborne Manticore transfigured into large steel spears that impaled straight through it and left its corpse suspended from them under the sun. Such a simple transfiguration was almost as easy as breathing to Zosimos. And while a Manticore was all but immune to most spells, it’s body wasn’t very durable to physical damage. With the danger taken care of, for now, Zosimos turned back to the people that he was assisting in this town.

“Bless you, sir!” Several of the townspeople cried out in thanks, having been running from the Manticore as soon as it had made its presence known.

The town had been ravaged by powerful sandstorms, enough that most of their buildings had either collapsed to the roofs had caved in under the immense weight of the piled up sand. Many had died in the constant destruction, but the majority still remained, unsure of where to go or if there even was anywhere to go for safety.

“My subordinates and I will help you all rebuild what we can.” Zosimos smiled to the people, not seeing any Wizards or Witches among them.

It was with great shock and awes that the people watched Zosimos raise his right hand and a brief spark of red lightning struck the ground. The spark traveled across the sandy earth and sped throughout the destroyed town. Bright light filled their eyes, nearly as bright as the sun, making everyone look away. When the light vanished, all of the people could only stare as their destroyed town was gone. Cleared away with only the streets remaining.

“Novus, please begin.” Zosimos said and his oldest Homunculus nodded.

The townspeople could only watch in surprise as dozens of people carrying what looked to be cinderblock-sized stones moved along the streets of the town quickly. The people that were with the Wizard spread themselves out at perfect intervals and placed the blocks down on the ground before stepping back. With a simple movement of their hands, the stones grew to reveal what they truly were…houses. Stone houses with windows, doors, second floors, and usable rooftops. In only a matter of minutes the old destroyed town was replaced and made better!

Zosimos smiled to the stunned people. “Please, follow me, I’ll show you everything these creations offer.”

The people looked nervous at first, but a few followed after Zosimos, and then more, soon everyone was following after the ancient Alchemist. It was only after he demonstrated that each house could create potable water in near endless amounts that everyone lost their fear or nervousness around Zosimos. Water was scarce in their region that was located further from the Nile River. The town usually relied on wells, even though they could run dry in the hotter parts of the year. But now, with Magic, their water concerns were no more.

By nightfall, the town was not only fully settled with all of the people and families in their new homes, but Zosimos had used a bit of transfiguration to create a strong and high wall around their town with four gates that could be closed to keep out threats. On top of shelter and protection, the town had also been given plenty of flour, salt, spices, and other simple preserved food to sustain them for a while. And while the people that had been on the brink of death celebrated their newfound safety and their continued lives…they didn’t notice that the various Homunculi outside that were using Alchemy to transmute their once sandy soil into fertile and arable soil. The many Homunculi of Zosimos worked tirelessly throughout the night to make arable farmland within the new walls and sow fast-growing seeds of many native staple crops to feed the town indefinitely.

Without a single demand and only graciously accepting their heartfelt thanks, Zosimos departed the restored town in the morning, leaving behind one of his many, many Homunculi to ensure that the reborn town could continue to thrive with their new farmland. His only words to the townspeople was a promise that one of his other subordinates would come by soon to bring them goats and chickens so that they could maintain their food security and way of life.

With that, the ancient Alchemist and his large group of Homunculi unrolled a fleet of Flying Carpets and took off into the air, on their way to the next village, town, or even city that needed them.

“I will save as many as I can.” Zosimos repeated his promise to himself. His heart still hurt, suffering under the loss of life that he knew had already taken place and was still happening around the world. He’d bear that pain though, deep within, and continue his work to help and save everyone that he could. If that meant all of Egypt, the surrounding countries, or even the entire Mediterranean region, then he’d do it…even if it brought him to the end of his long, long life.

Unbeknownst to the ancient Alchemist, he wasn’t the only Magical doing whatever they could to help the world after the Great Change that had taken place.

-End Chapter-

-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-

So…the world is a bit wrecked by the overflowing Magic coming from within.

The elementals are altering the landscape, the weather, and even regional biomes. Not to mention the freaking Magic Weather that’s already happening anyway!

But what will become of those that’re exposed to such great and intense amounts of raw Magic? Perhaps a change that was completely unexpected?

However, as time passes, more can be done to try and fix what’s broken…like the dangerous Magical Creatures that have escaped all over the world! Though with the return of such potent raw Magic to the world, and the reemergence of long forgotten things in the dark, the world will never be like it was before.

Some will take advantages of the chaos for their own greed…or their own power. With modern communications no longer viable, the world is going to be fragmented for a time. What is built and emerges from every part of the globe will entirely depend on those that have the ability to do something about it.

Zosimos keeps to his promise to save all those that he can. Rebuilding villages, towns, and even cities if necessary! He’ll put his enormous magical power, Alchemy, and small army of Homunculi to the task of restoring the entirety of the Mediterranean Region if he has to!

Thankfully, even if he doesn’t know it yet, he’s not alone in that sentiment.

We all know a certain Artificer and his Dwarven Allies that make A LOT of useful stuff!

As the world changes and the Magical and Non-Magical come together in the wake of this Great Change, a new era truly begins.

What happens next?

Keep reading to find out!

Current Mana Levels

Harry – 42,284

Tonks – 32,710

Penelope – 26,368

Fleur – 26,492

Until I get your reviews, later!