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Prologue

I don't remember much of my past personally.

Only foggy, unclear glimpses and flashes of people, places, and events that I had once known and experienced...somewhere.

Like puffs of wind, they sometimes float into my mind when I least expect them to before blowing away. My people have always expressed that to remember the past is good to grow and experience from, but they've always imparted upon me that I need not rush as I was still very young.

After all, one cannot change the past.

The Sanctus cannot speak.

The only way the Sanctus can communicate is through impressions of the mind, in which all the Sanctus are connected, even me.

Though I was different from them...

It was how Mother showed me how I came to be with my new found family. I wasn't born a Sanctus, regretfully.

My soul and some the magic from a Soul Blood Exchange (according to Mother's impressions) apparently was calling out to her to release my soul of it's sufferings.

Mother had been traveling from our Homeland and returning to the Ruins for her turn in guard duties when she felt my soul. Upon investigating, something very unbelievable happened—something that hasn't happened in a long time.

Shocked, excited,, but mostly hopeful, Mother took me back to the Homeland of all Sanctus and presented me to our oldest and most knowledgeable members of the Sanctus before showing them what had happened.

When Mother felt my soul and went to investigate, Mother discovered a mortal living structure that was surrounded by a Soul Blood Exchange, but it wasn't correctly placed and had become sick and twisted.

Upon coming closer, the Soul Blood Exchange weakly, but determinedly latched onto Mother's magic before dying around the mortal structure as Mother felt something transfer to her. Not knowing what that meant, but as it hadn't hurt her or seemed to change anything that she could see, Mother dismissed it before entering the mortal structure, expanded her aura to find out the reason for my soul's plea of mercy as she followed the summons and found my Vessel.

Only to jerk back in horror at her findings; my Vessel, a puer- a child- had been horribly abused.

All the Sanctus see liberi or children, whether one of our people or not, to be precious and to be cared for, with the up most importance. It was a horrible duty for one of the Sanctus have to Judge a puer's soul, but sometimes it was necessary and had to be done; no Sanctus took pleasure in having to Soul Judge a puer.

What Mother discovered my Vessel's condition, she couldn't not let pass by unpunished, so with a shriek of rage, Mother punished my Vessel's abusers greatly, though upon finding they had a puer themselves, hesitantly performed a reluctant Soul Reading upon him. She was relieved that the mortal's puer wasn't at fault so she left him alone. The puer was young and was only copying what he was being shown and taught.

Returning to me, Mother regretfully started the Soul Judgment that my soul was begging and pleading for.

My young and miserable soul had left my Vessel as was the Process of a Soul Judgment, but instead of staying together as one whole soul, it split into two parts.

Much to Mother's shock and horror.

One of them, the largest of the pair, Mother Judged to be twisted, cruel, and extremely familiar. For all of the Sanctus, they haven't seen the evidence of a Soul Ripping in a long time. With a screech of horror, Mother banished away from her, destroying it forever.

The second piece, She softly examined and found it to be lovingly and protectively shielded by the Soul Blood Exchange that had once covered the mortal structure. Much to Mother's relief, my soul was untainted, due to the protection from the filthy soul.

Mother Judge my soul to be more then good enough to pass on to greet Thanatos which all Sanctus can do by use of an ancient blessing where it would fade away, passing on in peace.

But when Mother reached out to the piece and went to gently move it closer so she could send it on when my soul did something...almost unbelievable. In the eyes of the Sanctus.

My soul flashed a brilliant light before shooting through of her hands and sank into her chest, latched onto a part of her soul. There, Mother felt my soul mix with Sanctus' magic and the powerful magic from the desperate Soul Blood Exchange before zipping out of her and returning to my Vessel.

I had become a Custos Autem Animea; the first since the devastating event that lead to the extinction of all the original Custos Autem Animea over a thousand years ago.

But to make sure that I had truly become one of true Custos Autem Animea, Mother shook herself out of her shock, picked me up, wrapped me in her cloak, and hurried back to the Homeland, to presented me before the Council.

There was much celebrating as Mother very happily and proudly showed me off to my new family. Even more so as the news of my initiation came was spread through the Sanctus as I was the first to become one of the Custos Autem Animea because as I passed through a complete Soul Judgment accordingly and my soul was able to return to my Vessel on its own free will.

Time passed almost too quickly for me as I happily grew and learned how to be a Custos Autem Animea, using my new still mixing magic from learning how to correctly preform a proper Soul Judgment to learning the long ancient history of the how the Custos Autem Animea come to be and how the Custos Autem Animea became extincted in how they used to be.

For they didn't look like the Sanctus look like now...

Many of the eldest Sanctus revisited long and almost forgotten memories from the First Custos Autem Animea to find out how to correctly train and teach me as there hadn't been one like me in over a thousand years.

I was soon told that unlike the rest of my new family, as one of theCustos Autem Animea, I would need to consume physical substance at least once a week and I would be prone to burst of unexplained, but powerful magic as my soul, my Vessel, and my Custos Autem Animea magic mixed and reconnecting as I was transforming into a Custos Autem Animeanow instead of a mortal Magic Welder that I used to be, but I've gotten better over the years learning how to control the outrageous flashes.

I was also informed that my Vessel would age as time passed till my Vessel once it reached a certain age would freeze in time and because I was changing into one of the Custos Autem Animea, my Vessel would slowly gained a more white-like appearance.

Being the baby of my people as well as the first Custos Autem Animea in a 1,000 years, I was strongly protective and sheltered, but occasionally I would be allowed to come to the Ruins, so I could practice my growing magic and sometimes play, though under my family's watching eyes.

The Ruins was a place that all Sanctus were asked by a group of powerful Magic Welders hundreds of years ago and it was a binding magic contract that was sealed between the leader of the Magic Welders and our oldest and most knowledgeable Sanctus. The contract stated that the Sanctus were to guard the Ruins as well as its prisoners on an isolated island till the Magic Welders decided what should be their final fate as well as preform Soul Judgments for the Magic Welders if asked.

'Return.' The Sanctus guarding the Ruins would nudge mentally to each other whenever one of the our people would see them coming in their floating devices. 'Magic Welders. Ruins.'

Magic Welders were confusing creatures as they would sometimes come inspect the Ruins for a bit or talk and yell at the prisoners before leaving again without taking any of the prisoners with them.

Though as the Sanctus were asked, my people continued guarding the prisoners and the Ruins, but time passed, the Sanctus found it harder and harder not do so.

For you see whenever the Magic Welders came and then went being a new prisoner, they would give them a Soul Reading.

The souls who were given a Soul Reading and found to be twisted and corrupted, the Sanctus craved greatly to rid the world of them, but were unable to do so due to the magic contract made centuries ago.

Under the watchful eyes of my family, I'd flutter all over the Ruins, practicing my Soul Reading, expanding of my aura; mostly getting myself more comfortable becoming a Custos Autem Animea, but there was one Magic Welder imprisoned in the Ruins who I'd always liked to go visit whenever I was allowed to come to the Ruins.

Even the Sanctus liked him as his happy memories mostly consisted of my Vessel's younger years and his Soul Reading revealed him to be innocent of the crime that brought him there.

The Sanctus tried their best to go easy on the poor man's soul and I was allowed to leave bits of food whenever I could in his cell.

Over time, in return, the Magic Welder started greeting my whenever I'd arrive, he even started calling me "Baby Dementor" in the Human Language.

But as I grew old and more experienced all the Sanctus discovered something amazing; I had no weakness to the Bright Creatures.

The Sanctus have never liked the Bright Creatures—they not only caused my people horrible pain, but stopped us from doing our job. A member of the Sanctus has never done a Soul Judgment on a soul that wasn't ready to pass on, never. Everything has a time and place of their Soul's passing and a Sanctus cannot force one.

Except rare instances where our very nature demands that the Soul, which usually turns out to be completely twisted and corrupted. Those are made to pass on or even destroyed to prevent that same Soul from returning.

Members of the Sanctus who are guarding the Ruins are, at times, summoned from the Ruins to do Soul Judgment and in the early years the Sanctus remember actually having time to do a complete Soul Judgment. Now the selected Sanctus are always returning with uncompleted Judged souls. Why?

'Rushed. Sanctus.Fearful. Magic Welders.' The members would relay. 'No Time. True Soul Judgment.'

And this is why my birth has come to the Sanctus a wonderful thing among the Sanctus as I'm the only one who has been reborn into my Vessel.

Those who now pass through a complete Soul Judgment accordingly and are reborn, don't have their own Vessels to return to, so they had to make due with Vessels not of their own among the Ruins.

It saddens the Sanctus as I've been shown that long ago the Custos Autem Animea were once a very beautiful civilization till a Magic Welder created the Bright Creatures and started the extinction of all of the Custos Autem Animea due to the Magic Welder seeing the Custos Autem Animea as monsters.

But because of my surprising immunity to the Bright Creatures, all the Sanctus have high hopes for me as the first Custos Autem Animea, they hope my immunity will pass on to any liberi I would sire thus ensuring the return of Custos Autem Animea.

Custos Autem Animea...Guardian of the Soul...

E'lecti...Chosen, that is what I'm called.

But I think...once upon a time, I used to be a young Magic Welder named Harry James Potter.

A/N Heeeeeyyyyyy! I'm back! R&R and tell me what you think! Should I continue with this idea or move on to something else?