Hadrian Slytherin and The Pagan Gods Prologue

Prologue

6 Century A.D

Scottish Highlands, lands of harsh winds and frequent rain, snowy winters and barely warm summers.

Yet, it holds a place of learning, not a regular sort of learning but a magical one.

It's a place where many different types of magic users children come to learn the very basics of magic and the mysteries of the world around them.

But, not today…

Today… it is a place where two distinctive ideologies clash.

*CLANG*

The sound of two metal hitting each other spread through the halls of a Magical Castle.

The place which holds daily gatherings where children eat their dinner now has transformed into a place where two extremely powerful battlemages do their battle to the death.

A single collision from two swords was enough to shatter the magically enchanted stone floor and send tables and chairs flying.

Yet the two people who created this collision didn't even bat an eye at such a thing.

Both of them tried to established dominance in this collision, trying to push each other.

The green and silver dressed man who looked in his thirties with short black hair and green eyes pointed his black wand at his opponent.

A powerful green beam erupted from it rushing towards a man with blond hair.

The blond jumped back from his opponent, his movement was extremely fast, and the green beam blasted a hole in the castle interior.

"Avada Kedavra. You truly trying to kill me, Sal." The blonde man was quite shocked but not too surprised that his opponent would use such magic on him.

"The time for dialogue is over Godric, we are in an impasse." The man in green and silver battle robes said as he swirled his sword in his right hand.

He took his stance.

"This can only be solved with one of us dying, otherwise it will never truly going to end and many wizards will die from our bickering." The green-eyed man explained with narrowed eyes.

He was pissed beyond belief, and at this moment he is willing to kill this buffoon in front of him.

*Sigh*

"I see, very well let's end this then." The red and golden dressed blonde said, he took his stance as well.

Seeing how… casual he was only made the opposing battlemage pissed even more.

Does he still think they can talk this over? The green eyes man knows this idiot for years, and he still talk the same nonsense about some sort of insane equality between non-magical and Wizards!

Unlike this buffoon, the green and silver dressed battlemage studied history in detail!

He knows how regular people react to magical one! He knows how people reacted to Gods too!

One moment they are best friends the next one they burn you on the stake.

That's not all, once you show some power they drop on their knees and worship you, the moment you walk away from them they plot behind your back…

Even when magical kind started to split from non-magical for sake of lowering God's descend since they find mundane humans far more boring, and descending in small villages is beneath them.

They forgot that! They even forgot that God's are real!

And yet this buffoon believes that muggles and wizards can co-exist in open in some silly equality!?

This was the last straw for Salazar Slytherin, he will kill this idiot!!!

The Founder of House of Ambition channelled magic into his sword and the blade started to glow in sickly green, he then swung it downward releasing a shockwave of magic.

It was a curse consumption and unlike wand spells, this was an area of effect and it's far more difficult to defend from it.

For regular wizards that is…

His opponent the Founder of House of Brave and Noble, (Salazar sneered at that thought), channelled his magic into his blade and released a wide area of defensive spell.

Creating a wall of magic and blocking the curse which would have made regular people into sickly corpses in less than ten seconds.

Soon enough the curse dissipated and the protective magical wall disappeared, the red and golden man pulled out his wand with his non-dominant hand and blew miasma of black magic away with strong wind.

"Still using your sick black magic, I thought you will be better than this!" The blonde man said in a disappointed tone, he answered back with his wand as he waved it and transformed chairs and one of the big tables in the Great hall into massive swords and send them flying towards the fellow Founder.

Salazar augment his body with magic and weaved around the incoming swords before using his parselmagic.

A snake hiss spread through the hall which put Godric on edge he looked around waiting for something.

The ground shook and started to rise, morphing into a snake with glowing green eyes.

"You are not the only one who can use transfigurations!" Salazar said that as he jumped on the head of the massive forming snake.

"Are you mad? You will destroy the castle!" The blond man said with slight panic as he saw the rising form of the massive animated snake.

"Says the man who sliced the walls with massive swords!" The black-haired founder said with a sneer before the massive snake opened its mouth and flames erupted from it.

Godric quickly augment his body and started to run trying to circle the massive snake…

Salazar grinned seeing that as the snakes tail rushed at the blonde founder like a whip it smashed into him and send the red and gold dressed founder flying through the double doors and into outside…

'Now I don't need to hold back!'

The snake stopped its flamethrower and started to slither towards the exit, the green dressed founder channelled more magic into his snake construct to make it more durable.

Still… it was not enough as the moment he left the castle a massive slash of wind cut it in half.

The green-eyed man did a flip and landed on the ground the construct behind him fully collapsed into a pile of stones.

He looked in front of him, the founder of the house of brave, the blonde man's eyes were glowing and the air around him crackled with lightning.

No more holding back…

His own eyes started to glow and lightning danced around him too, they augmented their bodies to the maximum capacity available for a human being.

The very next second both of them accelerated into each other at speeds that broke the sound barrier.

What happened next was massive explosions that cracked the ground, and send shockwaves that can be heard miles away.

Multiple sounds of sword collisions followed after. Spells, curses, and hexes were used without any restrain creating multiple craters just outside the castle grounds.

To an outsider, it looked that just a moment has passed but to a trained eye, more than double-digit exchanges have already happened.

Both Battlemages jumped back with a backflip and made some distance.

The end of their battle was close, both of their magic was running low and they only had left for a single yet the most important attack at best.

Salazar channelled green magic into his sword it was Avada Kadabra only Battlemage version of it.

As creator of this dark spell, he knows it better than anyone and he can use multiple versions of it.

Now, he was using it alongside his sword, a slash version of it can kill anyone in its path unless someone is much stronger than he can intercept it, otherwise it will just continue to fly and kill anyone in its path before it runs out of juice.

Not that such people are common in this part of the world, there are less than five people who can fight him to a standstill and only one who could beat him!

And that individual is not in front of him!

Godric saw the neon green glow on the sword he knew that this was the end of their battle.

'Avada Kedavra in that form… he truly is going all out, fine! let me show you my trump card! I was holding out this just for you Sal!'

The blonde man swirled his sword and channelled magic into the sword of Gryffindor.

Slowly the sword morphed into a javelin, multiple Nordic runic letters manifested on it.

"Its ends here Godric!!!" Salazar swung downwards and a neon green slash full of malice, death and destruction accelerated towards the red and gold dressed founder.

Godric took a javelin throwing stance and pumped all of his remaining magic into it, the runic letters glowed and then he threw the weapon at incoming neon green slash.

The javelin accelerated into the slash, what happened next made Salazar's eyes go wide from shock as the javelin absorbed magic from the slash, neutralising it and using that extra magic to propel itself even faster at the green and silver dressed founder.

The black-haired man only had enough time to look utterly shocked before he felt pain exploding from his chest.

The javelin went through his armour like a hot knife through butter…

Exiting through the other side and continuing to fly…

Salazar coughed up some blood, that moment he realised something…

'That bastard… where did he picked up Primordial Runes!? How did he transfigured Mythril like this!?'

Slowly he felt strength leaving him.

The black-haired founder narrowed his eyes, he only has one way from this! But, using such… dodgy unchecked magic from beyond old Roman Empire territories was not his thing.

Nonetheless, he has no choice…

"You may have won this battle Godric…" Salazar dropped his sword, his wand was still in his hands.

It was quite difficult to move with a hole in his chest, but he did he moved his right hand on his chest he picked up his blood, and brushed past his wand, dropping some on it.

"Sal! what the hell you are doing!" The blonde-haired founder rushed towards him, he saw him picking up blood, he knew that his fellow founder can get nuts when he wants it!

"...But, I will be the one who will win this WAR!" The green and silver dressed man that moment started to glow, his body started to look translucent.

He then hissed something in Parseltongue, it was quite a long hiss.

Godric arrived at the fellow founded who already was collapsed on his knees.

Soon enough Salazar body ceased to exist instead it was his soul which split into two pieces one was extremely light the other one was extremely dark both of these spirits only stayed around for few moments before disappearing somewhere.

"What...kind of sorcery did you cooked up my old friend?" The blond founder said with a sad voice as he looked at his ex-best friend remains.

There was only his black wand, the sword and his battle robes left behind, the family ring should already went to Salazar's Heir...

Then he looked around and with hand motion recalled his javelin, once it was in his hand he morphed it into a longsword, then he sheathed his blade.

A sigh escaped his lips as he looked around.

There were craters everywhere, it looked ugly and disgusting…

"I suppose we could turn this into a lake…" He said to himself as he looked at one of the craters gathering water, as the spell landed not far from a water stream.

His gaze then returned to the remains of his ex-best friend he picked them up, at least he can return those to his descendants.

As he was leaving the battlefield one of the battlemages rushed at his side.

"Lord Gryffindor! It's an emergency!" The man with a sweaty forehead said to the blonde man.

"What is it? Speak up." The blonde founder said with a tired and annoyed voice he needs a drink… alot of it.

"I-It's King Arthur! He is dead!"

Godric's eyes went wide, the drink can wait!

"What happened? how is that even possible! Physically he can't die!" He snapped at the fellow battlemage.

"I don't know! All I know. that he was slain in battle at Camlann!" The man shook his head, he has no idea how that happened!

The founder of House of brave clicked his tongue, he realised that there is only one way the King could die and that is thanks to the machination of a witch!

"That bitch! Gathered the armies! We are moving south! We have a witch to hunt!"

"Y-Yes My Lord!"