The Knights of Osculum High

The Sacred Son

Part One

"I just hate burdening your staff with him. He has become so difficult since his --," Mr. Forrester leans forward pushing up on the bridge of his glasses and covers his mouth with a hand, "-- a certain Grandmother Willow passed away," says Mr. Forrester as he retreats to his perfect posture.

Cole, his mouth in awe, follows his father's posture to its unbelievable position, "I'm right here."

"I see," says Dean Fafnir as she leans forward and opens a manilla folder, and pulls from it a packet.

She flips through a few pages as Cole roll's his eyes. His father taps him on the arm. Cole coddles the strike with a timid look of frustration and sinks into his chair. Dean Fafnir flips a few pages over the staple, "Interesting," she says, as she puts the packet on the desk and gets up from her seat.

Dean Fafnir walks over to Mr. Forrester and mildly smiles, "Mr. Forrester you have nothing to be concerned about. Cole is like many others here at Osculum. In a few weeks, you won't even recognize your little Cole here."

Dean Fafnir leans on her desk her arms folded. A calm and subtle woman walks in. The slit of her eyes only showed enough iris to admit to her intentions. She smiles the whole walk over to Mr. Forrester as she gradually pulls him up by her chair.

"Counselor Ryu, will take you to complete the registration and answer any remaining questions while I and Cole here have a little... chat," says Dean Fafnir giving Cole a gristly smile.

Cole's finger danced through the whole bit to the beats of conventional hip-hop all the while Dean Fafnir leans against her mahogany desk of mystery. Counselor Ryu finally gets Mr. Trent out of the office and peacefully closes the door. Dean Fafnir watched closely as the murky shadow of Counselor Ryu changes into a haunting unrecognizable figure.

Mr. Forrester screams loudly for a brief second.

Cole takes out his air pods. "What was that?"

Dean Fafnir smirks at Cole and bends toward him getting really close to his face.

"This institution is named in honor of the function of a sponge," says Dean Fafnir, "We take adolescent troublemakers like yourself and absorb them into the fold. You will pass through any loop, hoop, whole, a ring of fire, and trial presented to you or there won't be a next place for you to go," Dean Fafnir sternly says, as she walks back to her desk and reaches for several medium-size books.

Dean Fafnir hands them to Cole.

"Was that a threat? Like can't I call the cops on you? Where is my Dad?" asks Cole as he shifts uncomfortably in his chair toward the door.

"Mr. Forrester! You will adhere to the rules here at Osculum High, and you will not question any enforcer, administrative personnel, professor, or... me. Is that clear?" asks Dean Fafnir firmly.

Cole tosses up an eyebrow with a concerned look on his face as he grasps the collar of his exotically colored windbreaker, "Yeah, I guess."

Dean Fafnir sighs dropping her before falling back into her chair and pressing her fingers together in an observant manner.

"We'll work on your manors later, but for now meet with our student valedictorian and student liaison miss Matty. She is waiting for you in the hall. No distractions" says Dean Fafnir as she squints toward Cole projecting her concerns onto him so strongly Cole turned away.

Cole closes the door to the dean's office and is shoulder-struck by a certain strong, well-dressed, and stylish red-haired girl. Coles books, bags, and air pods hit the floor rolling away from each other.