Chaos and Order - A Multiverse Fanfic

Howsoever will they survive now?! Darice thought, her heart restless.

The young Nundu had been a different matter, she knew. Even if her magic hadn't worked against it, the power behind the blows had been enough to make it lose consciousness.

Nothing of that sort was possible with these massive horrors, though.

Not to mention, they couldn't apparate here.

In fear, Darcie looked up at her mentor and got shocked when she saw the confidence on her face.

Yes! Madam Villanelle was a reincarnated biblical witch. How could she be ordinary? Her very existence was a horde of secrets, knowledge, and power.

The two Nundus opened their jaws, brandishing their razor-sharp fangs, and were about to let out the most lethal breath known to the wizardkind, when Madam Villanelle flicked her wand and cast a spell.

…

Darcie's eyes widened as she saw a massive book with an ancient cover taking shape over Madam Villanelle's head.

The book's cover was thick and black, and when it opened, a black mist surfaced out like the thinnest fog.

The most fascinating thing about this fog was that it kept taking the shape of countless magical creatures as if they were ghosts.

Only when the shock of this discovery calmed down did Darcie's gaze fall on the book's name.

This?!! Darcie inadvertently shuddered as if a blow had been dealt to her consciousness, making it crack. Isn't this…

… Daemonologie, In Forme of a Dialogue?!!

Yes, it was exactly that.

The legendary book that contained secrets of innumerable magical creatures, demons, and devils.

No wonder Madam Villanelle had such an uncanny way with the magical creatures.

No wonder her mentor had taken such a keen interest in teaching Darcie about this Book.

And no wonder Madam Villanelle had smiled knowingly at her when Darcie mentioned if the older witch had too searched for the book before.

Of course, she had. This book, this grimoire, was proof of that.

Roar! Cry!!

This roar and cry had felt to come from very far to Darcie.

But, in the next moment, two creatures jumped out from the book and lunged at the two adult Nundus.

One of the two creatures was a 10 ft dragon, and the other was an even larger griffin, and both of them were shrouded in a black fog, their appearance almost transparent.

Darcie's mouth hung open at the sight.

Madam Villanelle had no intention to marvel at the upcoming carnage, however.

"We will leave the cub here," the witch said, flicking her wand.

Darcie nodded and let the cub go.

Suddenly, the incomplete Firebolt rushed towards them, and with an apprehensive but bold move, the Madam Villanelle grabbed Darcie's shoulder and made her sit behind her.

In the next moment, they were already flying, the wind slapping against their faces with a grudge of its own.

As they whistled their way out of the valley and crossed the cliff, Darcie noticed that the black cloak was not fluttering as expected of it.

It was wrapped gently around her, but with a firm grip, keeping contact with her skin.

Even when they had left the dangerous area, Madam Villanelle didn't lower the broom's speed and seemed bent on reaching the cobbled path as soon as possible.

After an hour of flight, the two witches landed on the path, where Sir Loras was waiting for them.

"We will talk later, Sir Loras," Madam Villanelle snapped, making the smile on Sir Loras' face vanish.

To Darcie's utter surprise, the wizard didn't even seem to give the black cloak a glance.

"Let's go," Madam Villanelle said. "I am scared to death imagining your injuries. You need medical attention, and you need it now. I am even more scared thinking of Narcissa. We are so in trouble, young lady."

Darcie listlessly fluttered behind her mentor, her head surging with wave after wave of shocking questions.

"Yes, it's the book," Madam Villanelle said, realizing the distance to the Portkey was too great for the silence to last till then. "It contains the deepest secrets of magical creatures and… things you shouldn't be aware of yet.

"But, in the end, it's the wizard who matters, not the knowledge itself.

"Do you know to whom this part belonged before me?"

Darcie shook her head, her gaze innocent.

"Newt Scamander."

What?! Darcie's eyebrows raised at the answer.

"The same famed Magizoologist and the author of Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them," Madam Villanelle continued, with her wand still out for any unforeseen event. "He learned from it, but never relied on it.

"I have nothing but respect for such a wizard who can let go of the temptation of raw power like him."

Darcie didn't know what to say.

As they kept hurrying, leaving Sir Loras rooted to his place, Darcie saw a blue-yellow glint off in the distance.

The Portkey was but a few hundred meters far from them.

It was then Madam Villanelle suddenly stopped.

"Why did you go towards the Valley of Endless Rumbles, Darcie?" she asked, not unkindly.

Darcie felt confused, and then realized she had forgotten to mention the most crucial part.

"I didn't go toward the valley, mentor," she explained, looking up. "I saw a Golden Snidget on the tower's side of the cliff. I only meant to capture it. I… I am sorry."

"Golden Snidget?!" Madam Villanelle raised an eyebrow.

And then such a fit of anger flashed across her face like the one Darcie had never seen before. "Humph! Old brute!"

This anger, obviously, wasn't directed at Darcie.

Madam Villanelle patted Darcie's head affectionately and said, "We can't leave the island before you name it."

"I am allowed to keep it?!" Darcie seemed enthralled.

It was the Lethifold they were talking about, the darkest and vicious of their kind.

What more reason one needed to part the little girl from them, fearing the commotion and massacre they could cause in the outside world?

Could Darcie even hold them back? Even if she was the prospective candidate for Indigo Seat, was she that brilliant to keep them in check?

"Sigh!" Madam Villanelle's sigh was full of exasperation. "It's not like you are allowed, Darcie. But you must keep it with you. There's no other way. Not now."

Darcie, though extremely tired and injured, sensed something was wrong with her mentor's tone.

"Why?"

Madam Villanelle's gaze softened as she looked at Darcie.

"Do you know why Avalon is such a special place, Darcie?" she asked softly. "Even before the Arthurian times, it had existed, housing uncountable creatures. But…

"… these creatures don't exactly come under the definition of magical creatures."

Something shuddered in the depths of Darcie's mind.

"I don't understand, mentor," she said, frowning.

Madam Villanelle sighed. "They are magical creatures… and they are not as well."

Then it came to Darcie like an unsung song.

Her mouth was open, and her eyes were giving out the most poisonous glint.

"Wait a minute!" she cried involuntarily. "Are they…"

Suddenly, Darcie realized why the word Companion had been used by the Yellow Seat of the Order of the Immortal Lotus, Abdul Alhazred.

Madam Villanelle nodded. "All these creatures…" she whispered, looking at the vast fields, "… are Tutelary Deities."

And a word exploded in Darcie's mind.

Familiars!

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