PART THREE OF THIS SERIES IS NOW POSTED AT MY PROFILE PAGE:3 Here is a sneak peek!

Darkness. A world of pain. Torment and agony, fire. No light, no heat, no warmth, just agony.

Berel!

He had lost contact with her early in his imprisonment. He had called out to her with his mind and his voice as the Basilisks held him at bay, kept him back. With the Founders united in containing him, he was but a random voice in the sea of Qitiqua all crying out for freedom, the pain of their minds working violently towards escape.

But few survived. One trapped beneath Hogwarts, a prisoner, three in the forest, their magic being used for ill gain. Others were used as foundations for Wizarding towns. Their magic keeping the ebb and flow of wizarding society going. He himself had fought the hardest, trying to get to his bonded mate, seeing through her crystal blue eyes the pain.

Their chosen offspring, young and unaware, tangled in battle with a Basilisk. Losing his mindvoice, feeling the last of his lifeforce leaving him.

Berel.

Darkness, the world became a tangle of human voices, as Qitiqua minds slowly dimmed, faded into forgetfulness. As the wizards and muggles evolved, the powerful ones slept, his mind reaching out for his mate with all he had.

But as sleep overtook him, centuries of dismal rest, her mind slowly trickled away from him, farther into darkness. A sleep that lasted thousands of days, or hundreds of years, he would wake trying to find her, and sleep only when he was aware she was safe.

But her voice was not there when he woke this time. Somehow in the vast expanse of churning ebbing comets he had lost her. Lost his beloved, his mate, his all.

BEREL!

His scream, rending the air of his cage, a cry of power and strength, his thousands of years of existance rolled into one word. BEREL! Humans had killed her, wizards had ensnared her!

She is dead! She is dead! Where does she lie? How did she die? In agony, alone? Tormented!

His screams were screams beyond all violence and sanity. His mind cracked beneath the violence of them, rippling waves of hate and hurt and alpha instincts. He screamed, and fought with his bonds, and struggled to rip himself free of the insanity of this cage, this snare that he was caught up within.

I will make them pay, a feirce promise into the dark gloom of his world. I will destroy them one by one! All humans must pay! They all must PAY!

A howl of rage, a violence of ripping metal, and he stilled, settling from the violence into a safe realm of dream sleep. One more turn of resting, then he would rise anew.

Above him on the crowded city streets of London, the screeching of cars and the rush of the human herd in their busy day to day mundane activities drowned out his cries, his pain and agony going unheard.

Darkness, and itchy silence. Humans may have missed his cries, but there were others still, who heard, and who knew, and who waited in trepidation for him to rise.

Again, go to my profile page and find the new fic for more chapters, it's called 'Rise of the Princes'. I was never good at naming my stories. 9.9