Chaos and Order - A Multiverse Fanfic

Darcie couldn't blink as she heard this name.

"Of course, we didn't know that he would become one of the darkest wizards of his era," Orange Seat explained. "Yellow Seat had brought him to us in a comparatively quiet period, during the 1960s.

"He had ambition, and he had done several things one might say heinous to an unforgivable degree.

"One can't just hide such things from us. But you must not forget that we are not here to judge right or wrong, and we have absolutely no reason to go against our rule to not meddle in the Present, either.

"Despite his distorted beliefs, if Voldemort could become the next Indigo Seat, then we would have allowed him."

"Albus didn't like our decision," Blue Seat added. "One can't blame him, either. Somehow, Voldemort came to believe that we were purposely hindering his growth to give Dumbledore's side enough time to prepare, and he retaliated.

"Not only retaliation, but he even tried to siege a part of our powers. Haha! We banished him after that, but he did leave behind a scar."

Suddenly, the wooden staff, as stable as the world, rotated, churning the blue mist around it.

And, to her shock and fear, Darcie saw a long tear running in the middle portion of the wooden staff.

Even if she didn't know the importance of the staff, Darcie could tell that this wasn't something anyone ordinary could hope to damage in one lifetime.

"It's also because of this that we gave a guiding hand to Albus later," Yellow Seat said solemnly. "Red Seat possesses one of the most powerful Sacrificial Love Magic from olden antiquity. We bestowed this magic upon a… fated witch from Albus' side."

Darcie didn't know what to say. Alas! None gave her a chance to process all this.

"So, Darcie," Red Seat said mischievously, "after knowing all this, would you be willing to become a Candidate for Indigo Seat?

"As per the custom that surpasses age-old eras, you will represent our will in the Present until the time comes for you to become one of us, someone who has transcended their era, not belonging to the Present.

"You will be the manifestation of our guidance, leading the Present to a better Future, and if the need arises, you will also deal with the Past's influences."

Who are these figures?! There was only this question in Darcie's mind. But now, after learning so many secrets from them, she had come to realize the depth of her situation.

"Past's influences…" Darcie mumbled, "… like the Order's blunder related to Lord Voldemort?"

Silence.

…

Madam Villanelle's face resurfaced, and she couldn't help but laugh at this silence.

"Didn't I say she's different?" she rebuked. "Are we going to repeat our mistakes?

"I vote to prepare her for the eventual return of Voldemort first, for we all know what he had stolen that day. All things about Indigo Seat can be discussed later."

"I second this vote," Orange, Blue, and Violet Seat said simultaneously.

Yellow Seat kept quiet, however.

After another bout of silence, Red Seat scoffed and said, "Very well. It's done, then."

Darcie wasn't done at all. There was still one thing she must know before deciding her fate.

"May I know who all your distinguished selves are?"

"Yes, it's time you learn who we are," Green Seat nodded. "How about we all introduce the seat to our right?"

All shared a nod of understanding.

"Blue Seat," Green Seat introduced, her blurry face eying the one on her right, "is one of the most prominent wizards known to mankind. Even among us, he is no less powerful than the oldest. He is…

"… Sage Merlinus Ambrosius."

Darcie backed up a step, trembling all over.

"Haha!" the Sage under the blue mist guffawed thunderously. "You praise me too much. No need to fear this old man, young lady. I know the name is too long and weird. Just call me Merlin."

An even greater silence fell over Darcie's heart.

…

What?! How could this figure be Merlin?!!

Darcie found it too inconceivable, to the extent that no questions, doubt, or thoughts birthed in her mind for several moments.

It was almost as if some inner workings within her had shut down momentarily.

Merlin was but the greatest wizard known to the wizardkind and muggles alike.

Even the likes of Professor Dumbledore and the Dark Lord could only step a foot behind him in accomplishments and powers if they were of his generation.

Not to mention, the sheer shadows left behind by Merlin's legends had already become a myth. Much less needed to be said about the person himself.

And here he was, Merlin in his entirety, laughing merrily and donning a mysterious identity.

Blue Seat of the Order of the Immortal Lotus!

These words brought Darcie to reality, making her realize it was all but a cruel beginning, as there were five more colors.

An even crueler realization was that this was a round table, with no one person acting as the leader.

What did that mean?!

Were the rest of the members comparable to Merlin's might?! Who were these legends?! And how were they still alive?!!

Then there was Madam Villanelle, the Green Seat.

Her face was like others as well, blurred by the green mist. But, from time to time, she kept regaining her true appearance by which Darcie knew her.

"Let's continue," Green Seat urged, bringing a stop to the laugh.

"Cough!" Merlin paused and looked to his right, his gaze briefly staying on Darcie before moving on to Violet Seat.

"If there's someone who deserves the title of Sage, then it's you, Your Royal Excellency, the Beloved of God," the wizard proclaimed reverently. "When all would have asked for Wealth, Immortality, Powers, and old Desires, you were prudent enough to ask for Wisdom. You are the Sealer of Demons and Protector of the Faith. Darcie…"

Merlin looked back at the young Malfoy, his unseen eyes penetrating her insignificant figure.

"… Violet Seat is the greatest monarch of this world," Merlin declared, gesturing at Violet Seat. "He is… King Solomon!"

Darcie mechanically turned her head to observe Violet Seat, who seemed to smile at her benevolently, despite the mist hiding his appearance.

It all made sense to Darcie now.

At this moment, she finally knew why the objects hovering over Violet Seat had seemed familiar to her.

The signet ring is the Seal of Solomon, Darcie reflected, shocked beyond shock. The key is the Key of Solomon, but its true appearance should be a grimoire.

And the throne is Solomon's Throne, one of the greatest magical devices described in the ancient magical texts.

Yet, the thing that jolted her thoughts the most was the discrepancy between Merlin's and Solomon's eras.

Solomon's era stretched from 1000 BCE to 900 BCE, while Merlin was from the early middle ages, way after Solomon's time.

How could these two be sitting together side by side, transcending time and any strand of logical sense?!

Darcie couldn't find her way around this question, and could only helplessly wait to get to the answer.

However, it wasn't like the name Malfoy was unknown to the kings.

Armand Malfoy, the progenitor of the Malfoy family, had arrived in Britain with William the Conqueror. And even if they didn't speak of it much, the Malfoys still took great pride in their French ancestry.

Being noble and pure was in their blood.

Darcie took a deep breath and gave a curtsy to the King as one was expected to give to a monarch, especially to a mythical monarch. "Darcie Lucius Malfoy greets King Solomon."

King Solomon nodded. "No need, young lady," he said, plainly, but not unkindly. "Don't think so highly of me. Not here, among these eminent groups of legends.

"Let me introduce Red Seat, and you would naturally understand."

"Be careful with your words, Solomon," Red Seat giggled.

Even though it was a light, womanly chuckle, Darcie felt a terror lingering in the air.

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