The tales of treachery

GRIFFIN

Written by: FB
"When a boy of such an age, enters a war bound by blood of an ancient kind ,whos same blood be descended of The Gods O' Mourn, there is to be expectations of such, a durable mind comes a durable body and to train a mind one must use books and to train a body one must wield weapons," my teacher proclaimed as he read a quote book.

I looked out onto The Paper Isles to see many of my far muscular and physically superior peers ,who had the blessing of my professor to join in physical activity, and hence due to my lacking physique I was squabbled into a classroom to be lectured upon training and balance, words I had a passionate hatred for!

"Griffin, must you peer upon your peers with such hatred and instead channel said hate into the work you produce or you may be consumed by it," My Professor harshly insisted!
"This is not what Celests do; they do not holler themselves in the darkest squat pits and cellars to read over texts that remind themselves of their own failures!" I angrily responded.
"Are you?" He confusingly asked.
"Are you what?" I passively inquired.
"Are you sure your failures are truly failures?" He funnily joked.
"What do you mean?" I seriously asked.
"Face it, from poor to rich, from east to west, from Magjia to Balaur, failures accompany us from our birth to transcendence, however they may only be failures if you perceive them to be, even the greatest men and women across Etheria have the deepest of regrets and woes. They shall be consumed and swallowed by their own doubts but you must learn. To Conquer it!" My Professor exclaimed.

After hearing such an extremely pleasing sonnet of words I felt rejuvenated to a degree that I decided to exit my one on one class to find my friends. I passionately strolled by the gleaming halls of my successful school to reach the cafeteria. I observed the local area and found my friends Hiroshi and Clemento sitting in a corner casually talking of unknown subjects.

Hiroshi was a lean and sporty boy with abs that caused strife in the lower years yet he always kept a cool head. His hair was a scarlet red on the tips ,which quickly turned into jet black as your eyes trailed further back, and was mainly proficient with a spear.

Clemento on the other hand, was extremely nerdy and lacked many conversational skills yet she always had a passion for writing ,which I adored. Her hair was a passive blonde that shone brighter than any stars in the sky and many other girls tried to implement into their locks before getting toxic towards her. She, unlike Hiroshi, never got any adorned looks or attempts by hand ,which I felt rather pitious for her, yet she kept her spirits high and always earned high grades in her theoretical exams.

"Look who's turned to gloom," Clemento sarcastically mentioned.
"Please, I'm just woeful, nothing more." I responded dully.
"Well I didn't see you in Physical Class so you have some explaining to do Dr Grumpus!" Hiroshi expressively shouted.
"I got taken off Physical Class becau- becau- because I'm too scrawny and they saw potential in others rather than me, I just hope they reconsider their actions." I solemnly said.
"But you hate Physical, it's a lot less of loss than you seem to make it," Clemento rightfully suggested.
"Yes, I do not deny it, however Celests are not like me, they are not so scrawny and limp so just why?" I half-wittingly spoke.
My friends turned slowly to each other, with a sense of camaraderie sparking their eyes until.
"Griffin, you will find that throughout history that there have been many men and women who have been worshipped as heroes and heroines." Hiroshi obviously stated.
"It does not matter whether you match this ideal scenario of you standing over corpses upon corpses of Malene wielding a mighty blade within a firm and muscular grasp, for we are Celests, Blood of The Mourn Gods and Wielders of Celestial Magic, just because you do not entrance yourself in this idealistic heavenscape of might and bliss does not mean you are not good as a person," Hiroshi wisely constructed.
"Thank you both," I lovingly said.

I craned my neck across the cafeteria and saw many unknown faces, often showing a hollowness or a disgusted look upon their lips. It was Traverse Day, the day in which students were to be picked out of the current years and to be sent further south from The Paper Isles to train and fight the Malene for "educational" and "spiritual" purposes. Personally it was my true worry of woe as the selection was done via chance to my dismay.

The Malene were unfathomably horrific accidents of nature. Their triangular coned jaws hung with pews and pews of narrow yet sharp teeth. Their fingers twisted beyond personal comprehension and their robes and garment torn and bloodied of their victims. What made them even more disgusting, was the fact they possessed limited yet savage dark magic that could kill, scar or paralyse anyone without question.

Soon a dramatic professor going by the name Dame Adeline dressed head to heel in her signature attire of fluorescent purple and yellow garb conforming to a gold and silver belt that strapped around her miniscule waist. Her lips were patterned with pink and gold dots that eerily resembled a poisonous plant.

"May all students of Year 11 may quickly and elegantly walk to the front grounds for distribution, thank you." She said in her cutesy accent.
"May we all see good fortune!" Hiroshi quickly bellowed.

10 minutes later,

I looked around in the chaotic grounds of the school to find many melancholy,elated and downright hysterical faces populating the assembly lines forecasted throughout the silver plains. Soon I began marching towards more assembly lines that were ordered based solely on your tutor group.

There I stood alongside Hiroshi and Clemento breathing with an extremely refined condition to the point I sounded like a hoard of trumpets. We managed to contain our laughter as Dame Adeline nearly not so elegantly tripped halfway up the announcement stage.

"Greetings all, to such a grand and graceful event, teachers and students alike in a place of equal and fair justice commended thankly to The Mourn Gods, now here are the simple rules:
We require a sixth of the Year 11 students and hence shall be leaving here with around 84 students to serve in the glorious, Light Servants!" Dame Adeline proudly bellowed.

From the corner of my eye, I soon noticed that a growing number of men and women soon approached the stage. They were expressionless men and women, no doubt Celests,who bore armour of silver and bronze, and were seemingly extremely young, no older than 17.

"These are The Light Servants, an esteemed and extreme position that most schools do not offer such an enchanting offer, but we do at Temperstone. The Light Servants consist of skilled and specialised Celests that have one goal. To protect our home! In doing so such forces, like The Malene do not barrage us with such unending malice." Dame Adeline efficiently screamed.

"Now to the Traversion." Dame Adeline quickly proclaimed.
The name calling and clapping continued to the point it became deafening. However, no matter how hard I tried I could not get the event and chances off of my mind.

"Griffin Gauntstone!" Dame Adeline yelled.
"Hiroshi Nomolo!" Dame Adeline yelled further.
"Clemento Arrowsing!" Dame Adeline yelled even further.

We all stood there in disbelief with our jaws about to come undone from the sheer level of shock. Our hands shook in utter defeat from how we all understood our derelict and degrading scenario. For we had lost!