The Wizard called Oz - HP

As Oz arose on the seventh day he knew his journey was soon to come to an end. This mountain trek had dealt him hands far more difficult than he could have ever anticipated. Packing up the tent one more time he felt the excruciating cold eat away at him once more along with the pressure above him pressing down on him. For the first time on this hike, Oz's blood actually seemed to start being overwhelmed by the pressure he felt from above.     

Despite the conditions Oz still kept going, drinking his heat potions and keeping his head up even with all the pressure pouring onto him. As the time started to approach noon he found himself looking directly ahead, up towards the mountain peak he had been so desperate to get to.     

'Just... little... further...'.     

Each step at this point felt like Oz had a ton in each of his shoes. His muscles screamed out and his bones shook fiercely as he forced himself forward. The heat potion within him that kept him decently warm to this point felt like it was starting to be negated by the sheer cold surrounding him. As this occurred Oz realised that the situation was becoming dire.     

'So... damn... close...'.     

Frustration filled Oz's mind as he saw how close he was and how his body was beginning to shut down from the pressure and cold. Just as he was about to bow out however his eyes lit with a fighting spirit that kept him moving. His slow and shaky hand reached into his pouch and grabbed a heat potion, except this one was a non-diluted one he had left over. Although he knew how dangerous this would be he needed to give it a shot else he could freeze to death at the doorstep of the peak.     

'Here... goes...'.     

Sinking the non-diluted heat potion Oz's insides lit up like an inferno. The unbearable cold combatted this inferno within Oz in a constant stalemate battle as Oz continued onwards. With the cold sorted Oz's only issue now was the pressure which seemed to be increasing with each step.     

'Almost... there...'.     

Each step felt like miles of walking at this point. It'd take tens of minutes just to take one step this close to the peak. At this point though Oz couldn't turn around and bail, the only way to survive was the press on. Even as his bones felt like they were going to shatter, his muscles feeling like they were tearing, Oz kept himself moving.     

Finally after all this hard work, Oz reached the peak.     

'I... did... it...'.     

Oz's exhaustion was to the max as he kept stepping forward. After finally arriving on the peak he step forward a couple more steps before finding the surroundings changing all of a sudden.     

'A... Ward...?'.     

Immediately the originally empty peak was suddenly filled with dragons all surrounding Oz from different angles. As the dragons appeared the pressure on Oz increased tenfold again forcing him to his knees. Gritting his teeth Oz pushed himself off the ground and lifted himself to his feet. He stared at the dragons surrounding him, his blood starting to boil.     

{I'm here... to see... Arauthator...}.     

The elder dragons surrounding Oz stared at him for a while longer, judging him intently before flying away from the peak leaving Oz alone. As they departed the pressure on the peak lifted and Oz's stance became more solidified. That luxury however was short lived as Oz looked up to the skies above him.     

A Snow white dragon, larger than any he had ever seen before descended onto the peak in front of him. As it landed it made the whole mountain peak shake. It's eyes remained closed as it did all this and just as it settle they shot open revealing to eyes that looked like ice blue gems.     

As the dragons gaze looked at Oz, Oz felt his legs give out completely as he collapsed to the floor. The pressure given off by this one dragon was enough to rival all the elders beforehand x10.     

'Thats... definitely... Arauthator...'.     

As Oz picked himself up once more with increasing difficulty he felt his whole mind roll at the concept that is 'Arauthator'. This dragon in front of him was no breed that could be found in any book in the wizarding world. This dragon to Oz seemed to be a Myth, a beast that shouldn't be real yet was still here in front of him.     

Pushing these thoughts to the side Oz manages to finally get himself back onto his knees from laying flat on the ground and pushes himself up using all the strength he has back to his feet. As his footing stabilises he stared into the Ancient Dragons ice blue eyes. His blood within himself responds to the behemoth in front of him, burning so much it almost compares to the un-diluted heat potion.     

{A... Pleasure... I'm Oz...}.     

Arauthator looked down at Oz showing a rare grin as he saw Oz introduce himself. As the grin flashed, the pressure and cold in the area seemed to subside drastically allowing Oz a respite from the conditions he'd lived with for a week now. Oz felt his thoughts speed up again and whilst his breath was thin due to the altitude he felt as though he could speak now without pause.     

{Oz hmm? You've done well in reaching this place... especially at your level}.     

Arauthator seemed to take a closer look at Oz, mostly staring deep into his purple eyes. After a long look the dragon in question reeled back.     

{A... Hebridean Black Dragon... Interesting}.     

Oz eyes grew shocked as he noted the intelligence of the dragon in front of him. Without transforming or using a Patronus Arauthator was able to tell what dragon form and blood Oz had within him. Oz already looked at the dragon in front of him with respect but now that respect heightened to an even higher level.     

Arauthator continued to look at Oz as Oz's opinion on the ancient dragon grew. As the dragon stared at Oz for a long time a deep booming sigh escaped his mouth.     

{Disappointing to be sure...}.     

Oz tilted his head as he heard the dragon call him disappointing.     

{Disappointing? Why am I disappointing?}.     

Arauthator looked down at Oz with disappointment in his eyes. He sighed once more as he began to explain his observation.     

{You... Your dragon blood... You aren't able to control it are you? I can say that it activates only in a dire time of need or when you're in the presence of a dragon... If your control over your blood was better then this 'perilous' trek you've embarked on would have been much easier...}.     

As Oz heard Arauthators observation on him he felt shocked once more. The dragon had picked apart the dilemma plaguing Oz ever since he first learnt about his blood's capabilities.     

{You're correct... Is there any advice you can give me in regards to this problem?}.     

Arauthator looked deeply at Oz. Oz himself couldn't tell what the dragon was thinking at this point in time however it seemed from what Oz could tell that he was debating the situation deeply. As if he was wondering what to say to the young wizard in front of him.     

{I guess you can take this information as a reward for reaching the summit... You're dragons blood is a unique and powerful asset. Yet looking at how you wield it and use it only makes me disappointed in the fact you have it in the first place...}     

{I imagine you probably thought that more magic power, a higher 'step' for you humans, would allow you to harness it better yet you couldn't be more off the mark...}.     

{A dragon's blood within a human only responds to the wielder when three 'requirements' are met. The wielder must have enough strength to withstand the blood, enough will to control it and finally the right mindset to use it...}.     

{You boy have two of those requirements already... the only thing I don't see from you is the right mindset}.     

Oz listened to Arauthator confused at what the ancient dragon could mean. The right mindset? how would that effect his control over his blood...     

{The right mindset relates to a goal the wielder has... this goal has to be something the wielder seeks out for long-term, maybe even until their life comes to an end. Looking at you boy your goals are all short-term from what I can gather by your disposition. 'Talk to this dragon', 'Beat this person', 'Get in this place'. Such goals only allow you to harness dragons blood for a moment and not permanently...}.     

As Oz listened more to Arauthator he felt his mind sizzle. All this time he had thought that to control his blood he needed more strength yet it turns out long ago he had the strength to wield his blood already. Looking back Oz had used dragon spells before and his blood activated in times of need so thinking more strength would help was a silly notion altogether.     

Taking the knowledge Arauthator bestowed upon him though, Oz started to piece together how right Arauthator was. His mindset was truly the issue here. Ever since he came to this world his goal always changed, never staying the same and never being 'long term'. He simply worked ahead with the schedule laid before him.     

{Controlling your blood... Using dragon-tongue spells... these feats will never be accomplished if your mindset stays as weak as it is. You will forever stay a slave to your blood that runs wild within you and dragon spells will forever be out of your reach to master...}     

{If you stay this course you will stay stagnant in this era, forever condemning yourself to a lowly level. Considering the blood in you and where it came from that would be an egregious misuse of such a power if you deigned yourself to remain at the level of common magical folk...}     

{My final piece of advice I'll give to you... If you continuously chase the shadow of a man ahead of you, you will forever remain in it...}.     

Arauthator's wings stretched out as he looked down at Oz with a curious yet intense glare. With a slight smirk on his face he left departing words for Oz.     

{For now you should dwell on everything I've said...}.     

Before Oz even had a chance to reply to Arauthator the dragon departed from the peak Oz was on to another peak in the distance. The biting cold returned yet the pressure seemed to be completely gone as no dragons were present looking down unto him. With all the information Oz had just received from Arauthator, it was taking time for it all to sink in.     

'The right mindset... what is the right mindset?'.     

Oz walked forward further into the peak of the mountain and found himself a spot where he could look out at the view below. An ocean of clouds rolled out beneath him into the far horizon. The air was cold yet somehow more bearable than before back when he was climbing. Looking out at the view his mind rolled with thoughts about Arauthator's words As Oz took in the sight he focused on the main question at hand right now. A question that he avoided in his life so far in this world up to this moment.     

'What is my goal here... What actually is my endgame...'.