Chronicles Of Arth: Prince Of Shadows

Pft, Lel. I shall release a chapter so that you readers understand that I want no powerstones.

The meme is dead... (just as you wished.)

I'm honestly shocked by how stubborn you readers are about me being a tsun, a wizard of reverse psychology.

And thank you Jessica1986528 for standing up for me.

I'm not that great though...

Anyways.

On to the chapter.

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CHAPTER TITLE- AFTEREFFECTS

"Look!"

"Yeah, that's the great-"

"Harry Potter?"

"NO! Well, I mean yes, but the guy next to him!"

"Oh, the red haired boy?"

"No! Not him. The black haired one!"

"Oh? I didn't notice him. . . . Who is he?"

"HAVE YOU BEEN LIVING UNDER A ROCK?"

"Nah, just books. Had to do my homework."

"THATS THE FOURTH CHAMPION! ARTHUR KINGSCROWN!"

A group of three boys were walking down the hallway.

One was a boy with black hair and had a scar the shape of a lightning bolt on his forehead. The other was a red haired boy who beamed at anyone he saw.

The last was a boy who was slumped up. His eyes were dead and sunken, his hair fluttering like dead leaves on a branch. His skin was pale and he looked emancipated.

". . . . He made a sacrifice to save Fleur's sister. What a man."

"What? What kind of sacrifice?"

". . . . He gave up turkey legs."

". . . . You got to be joking."

"I'm not."

"Turkey legs for a human? Isn't it obvious that he would chose to save a human."

". . . ."

"Arthur . . . . Arthur was a boy who couldn't live without his turkey legs. In fact, many people called him the turkey leg maniac. He would eat if for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. In fact, we all wondered if he had a turkey leg addiction."

". . . . That's seriously unhealthy."

"It doesn't matter. What matters is that he gave it up to save someone else. And now, look at the consequences. LOOK AT HOW HORRIBLE HE LOOKS!"

". . . . Ye, he does look pretty worn out."

"EXACTLY! HOW NOBLE! HOW GRACIOUS! HOW KIND-"

Harry nudged Arth.

"Hey man, do you know that girl? She seems to be a very avid. . . . Fan of yours."

". . . ."

Ron sighed before shaking his head.

"It's no use, he is having withdrawal symptoms. He doesn't react to anything except the homework he is given."

"Damn. . . . Maybe he really was addicted to turkey legs."

"Turkey. . . . Legs?"

Ron sighed.

"He only responds to the words turkey legs, otherwise, it's like talking to a puppet."

"Turkey le. . . . Legs."

"How sad. What a sacrifice."

"Yeah. . . . I still can't believe that Arth was willing to make that sacrifice."

"Maybe he had a thing for Fleur's sister?" Said Ron suggestively.

Harry let out a disgusted sound.

"Arth isn't like that. He wouldn't go for little girls."

Ron shrugged.

"I mean, Gabrielle is young, but in six years, she'll be a stunning beauty."

". . . . You disgust me Ron."

"Fine, maybe it was to get close to Fleur?"

"Pft, Arth has Scarlett. He doesn't need Fleur."

". . . . Can't deny that."

"I heard Professor McGonagall taking about it to Professor Flitwick. They are thinking of banning Fleur and Scarlett from getting close to Arth while both of them are together."

"Understandable, it's the seventh time someone got caught in the crossfire from their. . . . Arguments."

Ron sighed before poking Arth in the side.

"It would all be alright if this dum b.u.t.t snapped out of it."

Suddenly, a brown haired girl appeared and bumped into Harry, Arth, and Ron.

"Oi, watch it- Hermione?"

"Oh, sorry Ron. I was looking for you all."

"What?"

"Why?"

Hermione rolled her eyes.

"Just follow me! Quickly!"

Ron and Harry gave each other looks before they each grabbed one of Arth's arms respectively and followed Hermione.