End of term examinations begun, and students found themselves in between the feelings of joy for the Christmas vacation and despise for the lengthy hours they must sat in the cold, stone lecture halls, wracking their brains. It was Sebastian last exam of the week, and found himself quite distressed during Professor Pondicherry's History exam. He couldn't quite place some of the answers needed for those extremely lengthy essays. Sebastian took a deep breath and look out of the massive glass pane on his left.
The scenery had completely changed outside. Covering the entire landscape was a blanket of freshly fallen snow. The sunlight reflected off of the snow and danced happily through the holly bushed and past the evergreens. Right next to the window was a tall pine tree, one which Sebastian didn't notice at first. Its entire surface covered in snow; and perched on one of its levels, was a snowy owl, its eyes locked onto Sebastian. The two locked eyes, for seemed to be an eternity. Sebastian continued his daze until someone struck the desk he was occupy with a loud thud. Sebastian jumped and turned to the origin of sound. Standing there was Professor Pondicherry with his hand outstretched, "Time's up my boy." "Of course, Sir.", Sebastian handed over his script and signed his receipt.
Sebastian got up and gathered his things; just as he was about to walk off, Professor Pondicherry discreetly handed him an envelope. "Happy Holidays", said Pondicherry as he walked to another desk of a student. Sebastian looked at the envelope, on it was a gold wax seal, imprinted on it was some sort of coat of arms, around it was twelve stars. Sebastian looked up and to the window, looking for the owl but sadly wasn't there. Sebastian put the parcel away and exited the hall. As he turned away from the door, came a frantic Darius running up to him. "Did you open it yet?", he asked with distressed look on his face. "Wha- Uh, not yet", stammered Sebastian. "It's bad!", remarked Darius, as he began pacing around the corridor.
Sebastian frantically grabbed the envelope out his bag and ripped the seal open, it read:
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Sebastian Lancaster,
As of Hearing number 18338756, the Order of Twelve Guardians, hereby subject you to the immediate task of the exorcism of the Icelandic Demon- Eldur on this day; 21st December, 2010. You and the rest of your comrades of the Cataclysmic Order of Kaiser will be dispatched at Mount Katla, where you WILL successfully defeat the aforementioned hellhound and his minions and report to the abbot of the nearby village, perched on the hills near the mountain.
As propounded by the Order of the Twelve Guardians, you will be exempt from all outstanding exams that you and your comrades are subject to.
Fortis Fortuna Adiuvat
21st December, 2010 AD.
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"This can't be true, right?", asked Sebastian. "I wish", replied Darius, with a grim look on his face, "the others are already waiting in the Headmaster's office". "Well I suppose we haven't got a choice then?", said Sebastian nervously. Darius nodded and the pair made their way to Regulus' office. Every inch of the way Darius shook like a lead. "Do you think that demon is one of Lucifer's?", Darius trembled. "I don't know but I can't say I'm exactly fond to know", replied Sebastian. They soon arrived at their destination and stood in front that familiar waiting room, the very one they made acquaintances.
The two walked in and was immediately greeted by Mrs. Bloomberg. "Master Lancaster! Master Watson!", she said, her eyes still as comical as ever, "The Headmaster is waiting in his office, you may enter." Darius nodded to Mrs. Bloomberg and she speed walked back to her desk, her shoes tapping the stone floors. Sebastian approached those intimidating doors. He paused, before knocking, he turned the gilded doorknobs and nervously entered the room. As they entered, they noticed that it wasn't just Regulus and the rest of the team.
Arielle, Max and Will, sat on the leather sofas in front of the coffee table, however standing in front of Regulus' desk were four figures, all talking to Regulus, who sat nonchalantly eating a decadent slice of chocolate cake. William walked up to Sebastian, "Hey Sebastian." William shook Sebastian's hand, "I think it's best if you go talk to them", William said. There was something about William that Sebastian couldn't quite place. For some reason, he felt secure in William's presence, as if a brother's or a close relative of sorts. "Sure", replied Sebastian. Sebastian made his way over to the desk and behind the four figure. He positioned himself in front of a little gap in the middle, "Good Afternoon Grandfather." "Good Afternoon Grandson", replied Regulus just after he wiped a bit of foam of his lip after he sipped his cappuccino. Regulus stood up, "Sebastian I'd like you to meet our guests, though I suspect you know some of them. The four figures turned to Sebastian, revealing their identities.
Standing in front of Sebastian was Archangel Michael, Archangel Gabriel- who for some reason was hugging a teddy bear, with one missing eye, Azazel, and another person, a woman. "I am Lord Azazel, of the Twelve", said Azazel as he greeted Sebastian, "You've met the Archangels I presume?" Sebastian nodded, "Yes I have." Sebastian turned his attention to the woman, she wore a black jumpsuit and had extremely long flowing blond hair, and eyes as blue as the summer sky. Sebastian froze up, not because of her beauty but of her resemblance of his mother. "This is the Seraph, Christelia", Michael pointed out. "HI!", exclaimed Christelia in an ecstatic, high voice. Christelia walked up to the Sebastian and gave him a tight hug.
"Have you not met?", asked Azazel. "Should I have", yelped Sebastian, still being suffocated by Christelia's hug. "Gabriel! You petulant child, did you not give him the totem?", yelled Azazel. Gabriel's eyes, widened, "Hey calm down man! We gave it to him, he just didn't have to use it at the time.", replied Gabriel, "And by the way, we're older than you by thousands of years! It's not our fault we like this form!" Christelia finally released Sebastian, leaving him gasping for air, "Do you mean this!?", Sebastian asked as he pulled the necklace out of under his shirt. "Yes", replied Azazel. "What's this have to do with Christelia?", Sebastian asked.
"Christelia belongs to the nine-fold Order of Seraphim. She is part of a classification of angels which surpass all other divine creations. She has been given the task of being your guardian angel, that vial is her connection to you; a lamp to a djinn if you will", explained Azazel. "Oh, I see", replied Sebastian, "Wait! She's supposed to be one of the strongest creations?!" "Indeed", replied Michael, "The Seraphs are responsible for tasks which supersedes every other angel. They are responsible for the very nurture of the universe, time and space; in essence, they are the fabric of existence outside the realms of the seven heavens and hells." "So, what's Christelia's power?", asked Sebastian. "You will see in due time", interrupted Azazel, "You must be deployed as soon as possible."
"How are we even supposed to get to Iceland, we can't just take a plane, all dressed in battle gear, I don't think the metal detectors can cope", scoffed Sebastian. "Oh, you won't be using any of man's innovations", said Michael. Sebastian looked at him with a puzzled look, "Then how are we supposed to get there?"
The guardians, lead the group out of the school and into the grounds. They passed the rose garden and the clock tower. They came up to a hill. As they climbed to the top, they met their mode of transportation. On the top of the hill was a clearing, free of dirt and grass instead, a giant stone circle, engraved with an intricate pattern of runes and languages; Latin, French, Arabic. "This is a beacon", said Azazel, "It allows for passengers to be transported to any other location discreetly using the cumulative energy of the Animus." "Now if you will, step forth.", beckoned Michael.
The five students stood in a line in the middle of the beacon. "Wait! We aren't dressed battle!", shouted Darius. "Don't you worry Watson, you will!", exclaimed Regulus, "Now all of you concentrate on your destination, the name alone may suffice." "Now all together repeat the command.", said Michael, "Poppycock!" "Are you barking mad?", asked Max. "Say it!", the angels shouted. "POPPYCOCK!", the student chanted their command, and instantaneously piercing, crackling white light rained down on the group. In a matter of milliseconds, the students disappeared and so too the light, ending in a thunderous boom. Azazel smiled, "When are you going to tell them that they just need to say it in their minds?" "They'll figure it out", laughed Michael. The group headed back to the school, the numbers lessened, not because of the students instead, of Christelia's and Gabriel's absence.
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The Lancaster Chronicles: A Knight's Honour.
Fantasy"A Knight's Honour", it entails a newly enrolled student, Sebastian Lancaster who is trained on the divine art of The Knights Templar. He is enrolled at a University at which descendants of Templars from all across the world venture to in order to c...
