THE ELEMENTIELS

Ch. 7: THE GRAND EXHIBITION

The grounds of the Royal Academy were buzzing with excitement as people from across the kingdom gathered for the Annual Knight Exhibition, an event that showcased the finest students in the academy's final year. Crowds lined every available space, watching eagerly from the stands and grassy fields as family, friends, and nobility alike turned out for the spectacle.

Near the center, where the viewing platform stood, banners bearing the academy's emblem waved proudly in the breeze, and the scent of food drifted from the food stalls, mingling with the earthy aroma of trampled grass.

Behind the main building, the final-year students gathered, some were talking in nervous whispers, while others stood silently, their hands tightening, waiting for the commander to speak. Commander Elijah, approached with his usual calm yet intense demeanor.

"Today is the day you've all been training for!" He said, his voice carrying the weight of both authority and encouragement. "The royal family is on their way as we speak, and they're here to see the best this year has to offer. This isn't just about showing off your abilities, but about showing the kingdom what kind of knights you will become!"

A ripple of energy passed through the students, but then he added, "And remember, the first, second, third, and fourth years will be watching as well. Make sure to set an example for your juniors!"

"Seriously?! They're watching us too?" Mike exclaimed, his voice rising in disbelief.

"Don't worry, Mike." David replied, trying to soothe his friend's nerves. "It'll be great for them to see what they'll face in the future."

"Prepare yourselves; we're moving out!" the commander's voice rang out, sharp and unwavering. At his call, the students tightened their ranks, shoulders squared, and began their march forward, boots hitting the ground in disciplined unison, each step echoing with a mix of resolve and trepidation.

Just then, Jason, James, and Grandpa Mark arrived, pushing a large cart laden with freshly baked pastries. The warm, sweet scent wafted through the air, a beacon for hungry spectators.

"You know what to do, my son." Mark said with a wink.

Jason inhaled deeply, his face lighting up with determination. "Get your cookies here! Freshly baked and sweet!" he shouted, his voice carrying over the crowd.

Instantly, the crowd turned toward them, noses twitching as they caught the scent, and within moments, they surged forward, eagerly buying up treats.

"Wow, that was quicker than I expected." James marveled.

"That's just how it is. No one can resist the scent of baked cookies and bread." Jason said confidently, a grin on his face.

As laughter and chatter filled the academy grounds, the royal family arrived, silence sweeping over the crowd like a wave. Everyone bowed their heads in reverence as King Arthur and his five royal counselors made their way through the sea of faces, taking their seats at an elevated dais that overlooked the festivities.

King Arthur raised his hand in greeting, a warm smile spreading across his face. "I'm glad to see you all here! Let's have a wonderful time today!"

The crowd responded in unison, "Thank you, Your Majesty! You too!"

Mike, scanning the royal family, suddenly frowned. "Hey, wait a minute. Where's the princess?"

"Oh, I guess she didn't come," David shrugged.

"Seriously?! I wanted to show off in front of her!" Mike's disappointment was palpable, and his friends patted him on the shoulder in sympathy.

"Maybe she's sick?" Ben suggested, trying to lift Mike's spirits.