A vision begins to cloud the mind of those that let themselves succumb to its embrace, a black and white static surging through the conscious of the masses. A buckling of the knees and a braindead-like trance was all it took to take them out of their reality and into a new plane, a place where they felt everything and nothing at the same time. The infinite space around those under the influence of the vision would shift and shatter, a new reality forming around them. They would see themselves, then go back to seeing from their own eyes the scene that would unfold before them. The feelings of the scene would soak into them slowly, becoming a potent paralyzer when the overwhelming feeling of adrenaline and emotion surged through them. The feeling of both euphoria and imminent danger would flow through them, but they felt only as though they had to keep moving - but would be unable to move. Instead, like a projector all around them, the story would play out like a 4D movie. Dirt scratching them, the smell of blood filling their nose, and the air from impacts as well as the sizzle of magic would fill their pores.
It felt like an entire war.
Suddenly, their vision would be focused on two figures in a runic cities rubble. Mumbles would turn to audible voices, filling the gaps with explanation.
"Lucian" Croaked one of the figures, this one emanating an energy of warmth and righteousness. The presence of a true hero was overwhelming to those under the influence of the vision, his mere demeanor wanting to make them take a step back and kneel. "Move out of the way. You know what must be done, for years we have worked towards this. Why do you turn against us now?" The figure would scoff, causing the evil presence to bellow out in retort - the room shaking with his voice. "Lucian was my old name. I do not associate with you lowly scum, as I am now omnipotent. You are nothing, and I am everything!" Instead of speaking, the evil presence would kneel slightly - the ground shattering beneath him, the pebbles that shot up turning to ash with the electricity forming around it. " Let me show you what it is like to be truly unbeatable."
A insurmountably loud boom would echo across the runic building, the entirety of it and the hill behind the figure shattering to pieces - an entire landscape being destroyed in an instant, merely being a springboard to launch Lucian, the Evil figure, towards the other - he grabbing its face as he caught up to him in an instant, throwing him up in the air with a shockwave that of blue and white energy that rippled across the area. The battle unfolded like a scene from a fantasy epic, the good figure retorting by holding out its hand - the blue and white particles absorbing into it as machine-like whirring sounds would almost shatter the eardrums of those under the vision. The Evil figure would now emit pure fear, and would yell out in anger. "What is this? How did you learn to control it so well, it should only obey me! IT'S MINE!."(edited)
Though its bellowing was met with a quick retort from the kinder energy, the scene becoming more blurry as the vision came to an end. Though before the scene would turn black, the image of Lucian in an un-blackened form would show - the vision now giving more light to the situation.
Though it would also show an insurmountable sea of energy being created above him, completely shattering the roofs and hilltops from miles and miles around - the clouds in the sky parting with a woosh.
No sound could be heard, but the lips of the better figure could be seen moving - right before the blue and white sea of energy would condense into a smaller ball, and a deafening explosion sounding as the scene went black.
Though instead of ending, the plane was of pure white - and the same figure of good energy would appear before them. This time, those under the vision could look left and right - seeing each other, side by side, but unable to speak or move. The black figure would shake its head, " You poor things, are you even ready for what is coming? I hope so, because I did not die for you to fail. I died for you to succeed today."
Though, in a very distant place, a man with an unworldly power plots and waits - though the time has come, and he waits no longer. It is no longer time for playing around, choosen one. Friends or foes, cooks to kings, and scum to gods - it will take all hands on deck to matter in the end.
With that, the vision would end - Harry woke up with a jolted upwards gasping for air as he wildly took in his surroundings.