Harry Potter And The Lord Of Darkness - Chapter 25

“Let you in? How does one let you in-”

There was a sudden blur of light as everything in his vision started to spin around and around until he was left alone in darkness. Arth reaches for his wand to conjure some light but realized that it was non existent. Arth frowned and looked around only to see utter darkness wherever he looked.

He was trapped. He had no way of producing light and he couldn’t see anything even if he placed it directly in front of his eyes. He was alone. Arth started walking around the place, to see if there was a way out, or a wall. Anything that he could use as a reference point. Something to lean on or come back to.

After running around for an hour or so, Arth realized that nothing existed except for him and the floor. He could run in any direction for an eternity and he would never find his way out.

Arth started to panic.

How was he supposed to escape a place where there were no boundaries? He had no light, no magic, no friends to help him. He was stuck in an infinite loop that would never get him closer or further from the starting point.

“Calm down Arth, calm down.” Arthur said as he took deep breaths. “There must be a clue. A hint. What was the point of this? What did the book say?”

Seek true invisibility.

Arth frowned. That was the only thing he could remember, the rest of his memories were being suppressed. It had to be a clue.

“True invisibility? How does one seek true invisibility?” Arth started running the gears in his head at max speed.

Invisibility is being unable to be seen. True invisibility is a stronger version? Unable to be seen by anything? Undetectable? Unable to communicate?

None of those were the answer. He was missing something. There must be something about the spell that could provide a hint.

The spell he had casted from the book turned him invisible, but not in the orthodox manner. He was existing, yet non existent. He could he seen, yet he was overlooked. True invisibility.

Arth’s mind came to a jolting stop as it came to a unreal conclusion. Something absolutely absurd.

In all of those cases he was still aware of himself. What if he denied his own existence? An entirely illogical thought, something that almost seemed impossible.

How does one forget their own existence? Was he truly existing in the first place?

“I don’t exist, I don’t exist-”

It didn’t work. He just sounded pathetic.

Arth glanced at his hands. He could feel them move, yet he couldn’t see him. He was still aware of their existence. He had to forget it.

Arth was half sure he was going insane at this point, the darkness was effecting his mind in a weird way. He was starting to think he was hearing non existent voices too.

Not really though, you just sound pathetic. Like a boy who is about to lose his mind. I bet the readers are starting to get really confused.

“I’m going mental in here. I need to get out.”

Good luck.

Arth promptly stopped moving. He closed his eyes and stopped attempting to see. He slowly relaxed his entire body and laid down on the floor.

He did not exist. He was currently imagining things. In this world he did not exist.

What a stupid and pitiful way of thinking.

Shut up imaginary voice that does not exist.

Do I really not exist? If I don’t exist, why can you hear me?

Arth slapped himself real hard on the face as the annoying voice faded away into the background. He had to focus. As he lied there in complete silence, Arth was enlightened with a sudden thought.

“Wait aren’t I trying to become visible? Wasn’t this the entire point of this?”

He had been going at it from the wrong place from the beginning. He was trying to be seen, not be more invisible.

What he was seeing must be true invisibility. Complete and utter darkness. No awareness of ones self and others, a world filled with darkness. How terrifying.

There was no concept of time. Only mind twisting black.

Over the past month, Arth realized many things about the invisibility spell. As well as it’s weaknesses.

Arth stood up. He wanted to see. He wanted to be seen.

The world of black slowly brightened up, and Arth’s began to smile. He had done it. He had escaped the world of darkness.

“Well done, you have passed the first test. Now, onto the second one. Survive.”

Arth frowned at the words. Survive? Survive what?

Arth heard the gentle scr.a.p.e of metal against stone and turned around. There behind him was a suit of metal armor wielding a sword. And all around him were more suits of armor wielding bows, spears, or swords. And all of them pointed their weapons at Arth.

“You sadistic mother f.u.c.ker-”

For the first time in his life, Arth experienced what death felt like.