NOTES

First, let me say thank you, to all of you who have reviewed and shown support for this story. I started writing this story hoping that someone more talented and dedicated than I would pick it up. That hasn't happen yet, so I'll keep writing until it does or I run out of steam!

I'm going to try and make this story darkly realistic, there won't be any knockouts or stuns, bad guys will die, painfully! Sadly for the story to be realistic, good guys will die too, and it won't be pretty.

For those curios about pairings … If I decide to do one for naruto its going be hetero.

People talking

'People thinking'

Summons talking

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POWER

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Thomas slowly stood from his position, admiring the blonde master, as he walked towards the man that had disarmed him. The wizard, that in Thomas' humble opinion, looked as if he had a fight with the ugly tree, and lost.

As he continue to study the master, he realized that although great power radiated from him, and he had just stopped… time itself around them,.. the blonde master was kind of 'short and not that big'. Not at all what he imagined one of the 5 masters, possible the 5 most powerful beings in existence, to be.

Then again, he had only met one of them face to face, actually he had only ever seen one of them, period, the others were said to be controlling the orders movement, observing the world, and doing … secret stuff…

Thomas chuckles, 'that, or they spend the whole day in a quintet orgy ' Thomas chuckles a little more, 'wait are there any female masters,… suddenly he's frozen in shock as a horrible image of an all male orgy comes to mind 'oh no(anime tears, fearful scream, inside Thomas' head)' he soon realizes that the blonde master is looking back at him, a small smile on his face, orgies huh, is that what masters do? 'I might need to pay them a visit after all, the blonde chuckles, it's been a while since I seen Fidelis anyway'

'oh shit' Thomas is on his knee again, head bowed. Sorry master, I.. I … its just an old joke between the apprentices. As Thomas apologizes he also realizes that the master had just read his mind. He slowly raises his head as the master returns his attention to the wizard.

The master examines the wizard one last time. Suddenly he is unfrozen, the man looks confuse for a second, he doesn't speak, he reacts and twist his wand…,nothing happens. What the fuc.., he's cut off before he can finish, hello…, says the short blonde, sorry but your magic won't work, the wizard backs up some, soundlessly pulling a knife from the back of his belt, keeping it hidden.

This is a private matter… if I were you, I would stop whatever I was doing to a very powerful wizard and his magic and leave before you get hurt…! The threat hung loosely in the air, before the short blonde responded.

A powerful wizard you say, hmmm… the blonde frowns slightly,

you know, power is always relative… but

You are a dangerous man Antonin Dolohov,

Dolohov frowns,

you have hurt many, in very… unique ways,... shall we say…

Dolohov's frowns deepens, his grip tightens around his hidden knife,

but the thing is, though you are a danger to many, to me, to me Antonin Dolohov, you are nothing!

With a cry of anger, Dolohov brings his knife, in a reverse grip towards the blonde's throat… The blonde's smile widens… as soon as the knife makes contact with the skin, white lightning rushes through the weapon and into the wizard, he falls to the floor with painful, horror filled screams escaping his throat. He continues to convulse on the floor, blood escaping from various orifices.

The blonde is not smiling anymore. His figure, see through, almost phantasmal, his body, lightning trapped in the silhouette of a human.

The blonde master pulls the lightning back into his form, gaining corporal form again. The body still convulses, yet the wizard no longer lives.

The master turns to walk towards the apprentice. Thomas is stunned, 'this, this is real power, this is the power of a Master, no… no, this is the power of a GOD!'

No, I'm not a god,… well what is a god, are there gods? Hmmm the blonde looks thoughtful, for a second, he looks down at the ground, at the broken sword, Thomas follows his eyes, his most prized position, his pride, the pride of an apprentice, lay there broken.

The blonde walks over to the sword and kneels next to it, blocking Thomas' view of it. There is bright flash of lightning, the master is not there anymore, but his word is.

Thomas is in awe of everything he's seen tonight, but even more so now as he looks with barely withheld emotions at his sword. He grips the handle as he kneels to pick it up and feels the power with in it, power he has never felt before.

APPRENTICE! Thomas is pull into reality by the voice of the master, speaking in his mind, do not lay reverence to power, Thomas takes in the words,

your overconfidence almost cost you your life quartum gradum apprentice!

I know, I… I'm sorry…

If you are always looking for reasons to prove yourself, you will always find them…

Thomas allows the master's words to sink in, he shouldn't have confronted these people, it wasn't part of the mission, he could have disappeared into the night, but he had found a reason to fight.

Power should never be a goal, not because power corrupts even the most well meaning people, and not because power is and will always be relative, no, power should never be your goal because there is usually only room for you and your power at end… and that quartum gradum apprentice Thomas Listoll really sucks,…

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Deep within the heart of the Himalayas, in a small valley, with an area roughly around three square miles, stood an ancient and powerful castle. Although it might appear as nothing more than an old Japanese style fort, this whole area represents the order; itssoul, this is the most well defended area in the whole world. Even though within lay dozens of powerful beings ready to defend the temple, it wouldn't be necessary; for the mountains, the snow, the trees, the air, nay… nature itself lays claim to the defense of this land.

In the center of a room, near the highest point of the temple, a great flame burned, in front of it an old, ancient looking man sat. Great power radiated from this man, his body covered with hundreds of markings, the pillars of his strength.

The flame wavered, the old bolding man sitting in front of it gave a small, almost unnoticeable smile, his eyes never opening,… his only thought… 'Master'

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Note: Naruto is not a master, Thomas just thought that because of the symbol. He's the founder, but I'll elaborate more later on!