The Voice of the Forsaken

Posted originally on the Archive of Our Own at http://archiveofourown.org/works/53900116.

Rating: Not Rated

Archive Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death
Category: F/M
Fandom: Hogwarts Legacy (Video Game)
Relationship: Ominis Gaunt/Original Female Character(s)
Characters: Ominis Gaunt, Sebastian Sallow, Anne Sallow, Solomon Sallow, Garreth
Weasley, Matilda Weasley, Satyavati Shah, Aesop Sharp, Eleazar Fig,
Miriam Fig, Dinah Hecat, Amit Thakkar, Deek (Hogwarts Legacy),
Isidora Morganach, Percival Rackham, Ranrok (Hogwarts Legacy),
Cuthbert Binns, Victor Rookwood, Charles Rookwood, Nearly Headless
Nick, Mirabel Garlick, Phineas Nigellus Black, Poppy Sweeting, Natsai
Onai, Mudiwa Onai, Abraham Ronen, Peeves (Harry Potter), Sirona
Ryan, Lodgok (Hogwarts Legacy)
Additional Tags: Canon Related, Confessions, Hurt/Comfort, I Wrote This Instead of
Sleeping, Idiots in Love, Implied/Referenced Character Death,
Oblivious, Slow Burn, Spoilers
Language: English
Stats: Published: 2024-02-18 Words: 5,307 Chapters: 1/1
 The Voice of the Forsaken
by DarlingWritesStuff

Summary

*Follows the storyline of the game Hogwarts a Legacy*

Starting Hogwarts as a fifth year already wasn't easy, but throwing in a new form of magic
and trying to not get killed by grown men is making everything much more difficult.
Adelaide Rowle tries to make the best of everything with new friends and adventures to
distract her from the thought of her not making it to the end of the year.

As she takes on the role of an ancient magic wielder, she must confide in those she trusts
most, and maybe find someone more.

Notes

The first few chapters are gonna be real in depth about the beginning of the game, but after
that it should slow down and focus more on the characters!

enjoy the story I wrote because I played the game so many times but the emotions of other
characters in this story are better than whatever the fuck they had going on in the game :)

See the end of the work for more notes

The carriage was loaded with everything I had gathered over the past week. Books and quills
and cauldrons filled the trunks that were attached to the back of the carriage sat patiently,
waiting to fly off to Hogwarts just like I was. The nerves were getting to me as I anxiously
waited for Professor Fig’s friend to show up. I could hear Fig walking towards where I stood
and had been standing for 20 minutes now, scared that if I moved everything would disappear
and I would wake from this dream. “It appears we are almost ready to depart.” He spoke
enthusiastically. I didn’t say anything so he carried on, “It’s a pity we didn’t have a bit more
time to spend on spell casting. I presume you have been practicing on the spells we worked
on.” He said, waiting for a reply.

“I have, professor.” I spoke for the first time since we arrived here a few hours ago. I held up
my wand as if it would prove that I had indeed been practicing. They were nothing more than
just the basic spell castings and I have much to learn since I am only starting my first year as
a fifth year. “You’ve taken quite quickly to that second hand wand. Never seen anything like
it.” Fig spoke. When I got accepted to Hogwarts I had to get all second hand items since I
had no way to access any shops that might sell wizarding stuff.

“Thank you for working with me Professor Fig, I really do appreciate it, especially before the
term starts.” I was cut off by the sound of swishing. A man in his middle aged years stood
confused before turning and facing us and relief covered his face.

“Eleazar!” The man spoke. He had a round face with circle glasses. His hair was slicked back
and his suite was travel wear but seemed to still be professional. “George! Glad my rather
cryptic description of our location didn’t thwart you too much.” Fig spoke to George. They
shook hands and continued on with small talk before Fig cut George off mid sentence,
something about here not being the best place to speak. I kept quiet and followed the two
men as they climbed into the carriage. The carriage soon took flight after the door was shut,
something invisible seemed t be pulling the carriage forwards and up and it wasn’t long until
we were above the clouds of London. I didn’t dare look outside the window, heights aren’t
something I seek out often, everything feels safer when both my feet are planted somewhat
firmly on the ground.

“Glad I caught you before you left for Scotland.” George broke the silence first, “Who is
your traveling companion?” He pointed to me with a bit of wonder. Fig looked towards me
and introduced me to George, “A new student, starting as a fifth year. This is Adelaide
Rowle.”

“How extraordinary!” George inspected my facial features, almost to see if Fig was actually
telling the truth. I had been told that none of the current faculty had heard of such a late start
at Hogwarts. The other students are well past my current level of magic, but the teachers are
assigning extra work for me to somewhat catch up. If I had known there would be so much
work involved, I would of considered if joining such a school would be worth it. I could just
stay at home and take care of my mother instead of studying away, but she had insisted that I
go, try new things and meet people the same age as I am.

I had known about magic all my life so I wasn’t too surprised when the letter of acceptance
came in the mail. My mother didn’t speak much of my father, I never knew him, but she did
talk about how he knew magic and maybe someday I would be able to attend the school of
magic. My dreams came and went as my eleventh birthday passed, and soon my twelfth
birthday and all of them after that. I had lost hope that I had any connection to my father and
had accepted that I would never harness such power like he once did.

A newspaper is pulled out of Georges pocket. GOBLIN REBELLION is written in capital on

the front page and a moving picture of a goblin is plastered next to it. “Opinions differ as to
how great of a threat Ranrok really is.” Fig spoke. Whatever they were talking about was
serious, and to me it was seriously boring. I didn’t care much for politics, let alone rebellions.
Just then, something out of the corner of my eye caught my attention. A ways below the
carriage something was flying. Something big. It disappeared before I could say anything to
the other two who occupied the carriage with me. I shook it off and listened to the rest of the
conversation that was being carried on, unaware of the thing flying below us.

George was the one who was speaking now, “It was your wife, Eleazar, that alerted me to his
activities months ago.” He spoke solemnly, Fig didn’t speak much of his personal life, just
like I didn’t with mine, so I never knew he had a wife. Fig seemed surprised at the mention of
his wife. “Miriam? How?”

George spoke of how Miriam wrote to him before her death- she wrote of Rankrok and
wondered what the ministry was going to do about him. Fig had a puzzled look on his face,
maybe disbelief. George pulled a small cylindrical box that he had received from Miriam in
order to keep it safe.”Whatever magic keeps it sealed is powerful indeed.” George pointed
out. He hadn’t been able to open it since he received it.

“It looks like goblin metal.” Fig said in a matter of fact way. While they spoke about the
metal and a symbol, I noticed a faint, but ever present glow on the seal of the box, I spoke
before I even realized it, “What’s that glow?” I asked, pointing to the symbol, George and Fig
made a look at each other that I chose to ignore.

“I don’t see a glow.” Fig said while still looking at George who also saw no glow on the
container. Fig handed the container to me, it was heavier than expected and as I was
inspecting the strange markings on the surrounding area, it flashed a light before opening up.
Inside was a strange, and unique looking key. “Merlin's beard! How did you-” George said as
I reached to pick up the key before Fig yanked it out of my hands that now felt empty and
strange.

“Wait! We do not know what-” Fig was cut off when a strange noise surfaced, followed by
the back half if the carriage being torn off. Pieces of wood and metal flew through the air as I
made out the shape of a dragon, holding the other end of the carriage in its mouth with
George in it. I was slipping, hanging on to the seat and window because my life depended on
it. “Hang on!.” Fig yelled. Over the sound of wind gushing past us at a high speed. Seconds
later the dragon smashed the carriage in its mouth, leaving nothing but little planks of wood
to fall towards the ground below us, which I still refused to look down at. I turned around to
face the man who was steering the carriage, but my eyes focused on the giant creatures who
were now in front of the carriage, pulling it faster and faster away from the dragon that was
gaining on us, and quick. As I turned around to face the dragon, I was pulled off of my seat
by Fig’s hand. We were now free falling at a very high speed toward the ground with nothing
to save us but death. Not even a second after Fig pulled us off, the dragon destroyed the rest
of what was left of the carriage, with bits of sparks and fire falling on us.

As I fell I had accepted that I was going to die, that I would never see my mother again, and
never get to experience the wonders of Hogwarts. Everything was spinning and I couldn't tell
where Fig was. It was then that I felt another firm grasp on my arm with the words “accio”
being said before everything swirled even faster around me.

I found myself in a cavern, Fig was next to me as he stood up. I tried following as he did but
an intense pain shot up my leg. It was like braking my leg in every way possible, and then
trying to walk on it. I let out a pained cry as Fig turned to me, “You’re hurt.” I wanted to say
something stupid because obviously I was hurt. But instead I just nodded my head, being in
too much pain to say anything else. He handed me a potion that was green, “ Take this. It’s
Wiggenweld Potion. That stuff’ll right you in a second.” I inspected the drink before
chugging it all at once. The pain slowly left my body and I could feel my brain start to clear
up as I really took in my surroundings. The cave was wet and dark with not much light other
than the sunlight coming from the entrance of the tunnel.

Fig was now pacing the cave, “Poor George. What the hell got into that blasted thing?
Attacking a carriage mid-air? A typical dragon would never -” He spoke in a clear but
rambling way before cutting himself off and turning back to me.

“Sir, where are we?” I asked as I now stood up, amazed at the potions affect from how it
healed my leg as if nothing had ever happened. He wasn’t sure. We were in unfamiliar
territory in some random cave, unaware of anything we might encounter once we exit the
strange comfort of the cave. Even with the unfamiliar area, the two of us drew to the entrance
of the cave with caution and interest as to what is outside. The sight didn’t disappoint. Large,
sightly rock formations surrounded us, beaming higher than any building I had ever seen. A
small path made its way around the mountains that lead to ruins.

“It seems that the portkey took us farther from London than the carriage could take us.” Fig
said as he took in the view surrounding us. “Seem as though we are in the Scottish
Highlands. It seems that the portkey that Miriam, and now George, was supposed to lead us
here, and they died in the pursuit of it.” We continued on the path, trying to find something
that could lead us to the ruins. It was a very faded path, lots of old vases and boxes were
scattered about, and there was no railing to stop anyone from free falling all the way down to
the ocean. We searched along the path, climbing up high rocks and curving paths. “Miriam
spent years searching for a long and forgotten form of ancient magic.”

“Ancient magic?” I said in curiosity. I had studied a bunch of books about the history of
magic and Hogwarts castle to help get a bit of a start on the long journey of catching up to the
other people in my year, but I never heard of ancient magic anywhere in the books I had read.

“Ancient magic is a rare and powerful magic that has been wielded by only a few that has
seemed to be lost to time.” Fig answered. We were closer to the ruins now, only about fifty
meters away, but with no way to get across. “Hogwarts was built by that ancient magic. I
have no idea how Miriam came into possession of that portkey, but it must have had to do
with the search.” He continued talking while looking for another path. “This way.” He
motioned to jump down below to another, even more faded path.

“Professor, why was your wife searching for ancient magic?” I asked, letting my wanting to
know take over whatever resistance I had in me. Everything seemed so complicated, and with
my knowledge of the wizarding world being still very limited, it just made everything more
complicated.

“Miriam wanted to understand why such powerful magic disappeared from the wizarding
world - spoke of the good it could do.” Fig said as we ventured down this twisting path
towards the ruins. “But magic is no different than any power. What really matters is the one
that wields it.”

We hit a blockade. An enchantment covered our only way through, supposedly put there by
someone else to stop anyone from continuing on. Professor Fig seemed to be thinking the
same thing as he turned to me, “Let practice your wand work. Focus on the center and cast a
basic spell.” I readied my wand and laid my eyes around the center of the enchantment.

I hit it once. Cracks formed around the where I casted the spell but it didn’t break through. A
second hit. It was fragile now, one more hit should do the trick. The third and final hit broke
the enchanted wall into pieces that floated in air before disappearing before my eyes.
“Excellent!” Professor Fig said.

Past the wall and down a slippery path that caused me to fall and slide down on on my back,
was another path, they never seem to end. I was getting tired. I hadn’t eaten much today due
to the nerves, and with this extra adventure it caused me to feel light headed. I carried on
though, not wanting to cause Fig anymore troubles for one day.

The path ended at stairs that had been shattered to a million pieces and laid down below near
the rough ocean waters. The wind was rough, almost causing me to blow over and possibly
even fly away, which was difficult as I was five foot ten. Fig repaired the bridge with the
spell Repairo and we continued on wards, across the bridge and up the stairs to make our way
inside the old castle ruins. A statue of a man stood tall amongst all the rubble. “Why would
someone have built this here?” I wondered out loud to myself, but loud enough for Fig to
here over the blasting wind.

“I suspect someone really enjoyed their privacy.” He said back to me. “Look around, see if
anything seems - out of place.” He went right as he said that, so I ventured left, towards the
statue of the man. There was a thin and rather sketchy path that led around the back of the old
ruins, so obviously I went that way. It was a skinny path, one wrong move could mean
ultimate death to someone. But at the end, after some stairs upwards, was the same twisted
glow that was on the portkey. The closer I got the more the wall turned a different shade of
color, almost like the enchanted wall from the original path.

I called for Fig who wasn’t that far away so he could see what I was seeing. By the time he
reached me, the wall looked like warped glass with a room on the other side. “Why would
someone conjure that enchanted stone here?” Fig said as he examined the wall.
“And how is there a room behind it?” I added on. Fig looked to me in a confused state, as if I
was insane. “What room?” He asked, puzzled and now trying to find the room that I was
seeing. The glow from the portkey was also on this wall, I took a closer look and raised my
hand to the wall. The glow and enchantment disappeared, but turning around would show
that we were no longer in the Scottish Highlands, nor the ruins. We were now inside the room
that I had been seeing.

“I don’t believe it.” Fig said surprised. It was a circular room with giant pillars holding the
ceiling up. A goblin was asleep on top of the podium with a rather large book which his head
was resting on. Fig was currently trying to wake the sleeping goblin, who only got up when
Fig cleared his throat loud enough. The Goblin awoke with a jump, surprised by our
presence.

“It can’t be!” The goblin said with curiosity building in his throat. He stepped off the podium
and walked toward where we stood, mumbling while doing so. “Welcome to Gringotts
Wizarding Bank. Vault number twelve, I presume?” He spoke. Fig answered with a yes, even
though I’m pretty sure he was just going along with it, considering we don’t even know how
we got here. “The key?” The goblin asked, his hand reaching out for the key which Fig was
confused about.

“Perhaps the key your wife gave you?” I suggested. It was the key that had led as to all of
this, so it must be one of the only keys that could possibly work. Fig reached for the key
which was stored in his pocket and handed it to the Goblin. We followed the goblin towards a
cart with extreme caution.

The cart took us up and down, left and right, under an enchanted waterfall and through
tunnels until we finally reached vault number twelve. Along the way we learned that this
vault hadn’t been opened for centuries, until we came along today. The vault was located
towards the very bottom of the giant underground system, probably because it is one of the
oldest vaults ever at Gringotts.

We followed the goblin off of the cart and towards the sealed door ahead. The air was stale
and everything had a layer of dust atop it. The goblin took the key and opened the door
before letting us in. Fig and I looked around, but saw nothing that could prove important or
remotely close to ancient magic, not even anything that was glowing. Fig turned to ask the
goblin a question, but was cut off by the goblin speaking, “The instructions for vault twelve
indicate that I am to grant access to the holder of the key- then shut the door.” And with that
the door closed and locked shut, leaving us now trapped inside the vault with no idea where
to go or what to do.

“Professor?” I said, worrying about what to do. This wasn’t the day I had planned for. “Let
me think.” Said Fig. “There must be something here. Maybe Revelio could show us?” He
turned to me now, “Show me how well you have been practicing on your spells.”

I steadied my wand once again. I casted Revelio and a faint glow appeared on the wall at the
very back. I moved closer now, revealing a door that wasn’t there before, it also contained the
glow that had been on the portkey, as well as the wall that led us to Gringotts. “There is that
symbol again.” Fig pointed out. “I don’t suppose you see a way to-”
“I do. Its the same glow as the one from the portkey container!” I said, having hope for
finding a way out. As I touched the symbol, everything went dark. There was no door, no
vault, no nothing. Just Fig, me, and the now floating symbol which disappeared after a few
seconds leaving us in complete darkness. Fig casted Lumos so we could see where we were.
It was now a giant area, pillars so tall that we couldn’t see where they ended, and a fog that
traveled across the entire area.

“This is no ordinary vault, I suspect that we must earn our way out of here.” Fig stated.

“Earn our way out?” I questioned, confused at how one earns there way out of a place like
this. I stayed close to Fig as we walked in a random direction, not sure of what could happen.
We walked for a few minutes in silence, trying to listen for anything, until I saw a pool of
light, flashing upwards. “I see something up ahead.” I told Fig, but he, again, could not see
what I was seeing. “It’s the glow, but on the floor.”

I was now standing over it. Fig could not see what I was doing, but I raised my wand and
controlled the glow, casting it upwards. Figs wand went out, but when he cast Lumos again,
the ground was covered in another enchantment, with a stand of Armour in a reflected light,
but no Armour was by us. I cats Revelio, hoping that it would show the statue, and it did. It
was in a kneeled position with one knee on the ground, its head bowed, and sword poking the
ground beneath it. As Fig moved, so did the reflection. “I think we need to match the
reflection with the statue.” I stated, spit balling ideas until something would eventually work
and free us from living hell.

I casted Lumos and had the reflection line up with the statue, and instantly the statue came to
life, followed by ,may more that fell from whatever was above us. They were aggressive and
the only damaging spell I knew was the basic spell, but I did my best. Casting Protego
whenever needed and destroying as many of the aggravated statues as possible with the help
of Fig, who knew more spells than I did. Wind was swirling around the area that was
enchanted, not letting anything in or out. The only was out was to fight.

Fig destroyed the last statute with Depulso and the enchantment lifted. I exhaled with a sigh
of relief as I let my body relax. I turned to face Fig who had been silent, but when I turned
around he wasn’t there. “Professor?” I called out to him with no answer. “Professor Fig!”
Still nothing. I was now alone, with limited magic ability, and no idea where to go or what to
do from here. I didn’t know what to do, no instructions to follow and no one to look for in
this dark and empty place.

I took one step to balance myself better but noticed a new glow come from where I stepped. I
took another and more light flew from beneath me, swirling like sparks from a firework
leading me in a direction. I followed them slowly. It took me around pillars and across pieces
of fallen debris until I could see another spot on the floor, swirling with the same glow as it
had before. I controlled the magic once more, letting it fill the surrounding areas, and that's
when I saw another reflection of a statue. I would have to do this all over again, but on my
own.

I casted Revelio, showing three statues that I lined up with their reflections, and they all
slowly rose up, hitting the tip of their sword on the ground, bringing them to life. The
swirling of wind surrounded the area again, not letting anything pass through it. I
immediately started throwing the only damaging spell I knew at them, my fight mode kicking
in. My need to stay alive rose in my chest as I kept fighting, getting hit when I needed to
catch a breath. My exhaustion was catching up to me, but they just kept appearing.

I had finally destroyed the other ones and now only one stood. It was almost down, only a
few more hits and it would crumble. I was so tired, I just wanted to lay down and wake up.
When I was waiting to leave with Fig I had hoped this wasn’t a dream, but now i’m wishing
it was, because this is the epitome of hell.

The final statue was finally down. I took a few minutes to catch my breath. Of course all this
is happening to me. Nothing can ever go to plan with me around. The swirling wind died
down and the enchanted floor disappeared. My feet were letting off more sparks where I was
standing so I decided to follow it, hoping it wouldn’t lead to another fight. I don’t think I
would make it. My arm was scratch up and my head was throbbing.

The sparks led me to the same symbol from the container, but it was double, maybe even
triple my height. The glow was splashing around on the ground so I controlled it for a third
time now, letting it encase the room with whatever it was. And with that, the symbol
disintegrated before my eye, falling to the ground like water and the forming itself into a
giant, magnificent archway that had a room on the other side of it. A blue came off from the
area surrounding the room. I was hesitant at first, but walked through the archway and ended
up in the room I had seen.

It was another giant circular room with a basin in the middle of the room atop a podium, a
small vial floating above it. I reached for it and held it in my hands. It had a blue liquid inside
and a decorative outside. While I was examining it, a door opened on the other side of the
room. I readied myself, preparing for whatever it was, but on the other side of the door, Fig
stood confused. I relaxed a bit at the sight of him, I would no longer be alone in this strange
and unfamiliar place.

“There you are! How did you- what is this place?” Fig said, his words echoing off the walls
of the room. He walked towards me, looking around the room for anything of importance.

“I’m not sure, but this vial was floating above that - basin.” I showed him the vial of the
unidentified contents. He looked to the vial and then the basin before speaking.

“That is no mere basin. That is a Pensieve - for viewing memories.” He said in awe, not
taking his eyes off the “pensieve”. He walked towards the pensieve and looked between that
and the vial I held in my hands. “I wonder-” He said. “May I?” He gestured towards what I
held. I handed him the vial and he took the cork off the top, pouring the contents into the
pensieve. It flowed like a piece of vibrant string being threaded. Once it hit the water it turned
a very dark, deep shade of blue, swirling about in the water. “Follow my lead.” Fig spoke to
me, putting his hands on wither side of the pensieve, and I followed suit.

Sticking his head into the pensieve, and then me, we both saw what the memory held.

Two, older men where building the room that we were currently standing in. Using their
wands to build the tall pillars and arches that lined the walls. One was significantly older than
the other, having grey hair and long beard. They both wore old robes, not sure from when
they were from. They spoke of the portkey, the one we had used to arrive here earlier. They
also spoke of the path we followed to get here, the ancient magic that only one of them could
see - the older one. The younger one spoke of powerful secrets and knowledge not being
enough. The older man stuck his wand to the side of his head and pulled the memory out of
it, tapping it into the vial that I had found not long ago, and just like that, the memory was
over and I was pulling my head out of the water.

“That’s what you have been seeing.” Fig spoke after a gasp of air. I nodded, letting him know
that I had indeed been seeing all of that. “You must be able to see traces of ancient magic.
The magic that Miriam had been chasing after.” He was thinking out loud now. I could tell
because he wasn’t looking anywhere near me and in a hushed tone. “Miriam, and perhaps
George, died in pursuit of knowledge that has been dormant for centuries.” He was speaking
to me now. “And you, as it seems, are the key to understanding why. We wou-”

A voice was heard from the door. Fig held his hand out to signal not to make a sound. The
door opened, and a fierce looking goblin entered with a few following in pursuit, one being
the guy who took us to the vault, another being t=one of the guards. “Rankrok.” Fig said
agitated.

“Seems my reputation proceeds me.” He spoke with a rough voice. “I was beginning to think
nobody was going to visit Rackhams vault.” Fig and I were standing closer to Ranrok than I
would have liked too.

Fig drew his wand, “And why are you here?” I followed his actions, drawing my wand out,
even if I knew a handful of spells and I could easily be destroyed by Ranrok if he wanted to.

“No need for all the theatrics. Just give me whatever you found here and we can let bygones
be bygones.” He was getting inpatient, his voice raising a bit. We stood in silence for what
felt like minutes, but in reality was only a couple of seconds, but being in such a tense
situation makes everything seem like time was slowly passing. The banker goblin spoke up,
putting his hand on Ranroks shoulder.

“Sir, they had the key to the vault.” His voice was shaky, intimidated by the powerful goblin.
Threats were spilling out of Ranrok as the banker started shaking slightly. “- I only mean that
the instructions for vault twelve were very clear.” He looked between us and the other
goblins. “Sir. I must insist. I was to grant access to only the one with the key. And you didn’t
have -” Ranrok raised his hand and casted wordless magic, making the banker float in the air,
a red glow surrounding him, before being slammed to the ground, ultimately fatal to the
small goblin. “I have no patience for traitors. Now, where were we?”

“I’m not giving you anything.” Fig spoke through gritted teeth. Ranrok grunted, “Maybe your
friend will be more useful then.” Once that sentence left Ranroks mouth, Fig casted a spell,
which Ranrok countered, leaving them to see whose magic would harm the other first. And
just like that, we were launched back. I whipped through the air before making hard impact
with the floor beneath me. I had had enough of flying for one day, and this was making no
better. I rolled a couple times before stopping and picking myself up into a seated position.

After that, the floor swirled, the pensieve melted away into the floor before a giant Armour
statue rose from the ground, filling the room completely with its presence. It struck the
ground with its giant sword, causing everything to shake. The goblins were casting their own
magic at the giant, not paying much attention to Fig and I who tried to stand up. I helped Fig
to his feet and looked around for somewhere to go, and to my right was the giant archway
again, but instead of it being the dark room, it was a forest on the other side. I turned to Fig
who wasn’t behind me, and i watched as the giant stumbled backwards toward him, swinging
its sword trying to hit Fig. “Professor!” I yelled, trying to get his attention. He ran towards
me as a giant pillar fell from where the giant made impact. I help onto him as I pushed my
way through the barrier, landing us in a forest.
End Notes

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