SCEPTRE: I

Michael's Abbey I

SAVIO

The tour was agonising.

I'm all for education but, dude, if you are offered a free trip to Turin for tourism. Don't Take it.

Well the city did have its perks. Pizza. Spaghetti. Bike parks. Bolognese. The beautiful "estadio Olimpico". It was a perfect Honeymoon location apparently(although I don't understand that tradition. New couples wasting money travelling?)

We had been to the Piazza San Carlo, built into the 17th century by some dude named Carlo di Castellamonte.

In the centre of the square there was an equestrian monument to another dude called Emmanuel Philibert, called in local dialect Caval ëd Brons, depicting the Duke sheathing his sword after the Battle of St. Quentin; I wonder which brave/utterly stupid artist stood near a war on to look at what became the statue.

We spent the day preparing for the trip to the Sacra di San Michael. As much as I tried to take my mind off the trip, considering I was going to look for some life altering artifacts. I went through the guide book I bought when I first arrived.

The Sacra di San Michele, sometimes known as Saint Michael's Abbey, is a religious complex on Mount Pirchiriano, situated on the south side of the Val di Susa overlooking the villages of Avigliana and Chiusa di San Michele, northern Italy. I hoped I wouldn't be desecrating anything too important on purpose.

Ander and Warith, partners in crime, spent the day playing FIFA 15. Ander looked intensely serious, like the game would determine the fate of the world. Unlike him, some of my actions might. I closed the bag i had carried for the trip. It was mainly things from Kad mi-el's bag, arranged into compartments in my new bag.

"Hey Canary. I'm schooling Warith too much. Come give em a hand." Ander said.

"Thanks but I'm busy." I replied. I left the room, looking for somewhere that would soothe my nerves. I walked down the corridor and entered the Elevator. I pressed G, and the Elevator started to move downwards.

When i arrived in the Hotel lobby, I found my way to the restaurant and sat at the corner table. I went into my own world of thoughts and ideas.

How do I find the Sceptre?

Why Michael's Abbey?

I can't fail. Id'ea needs me.

I was drawn out of my thoughts by a presence in front of me. I looked up, hoping I could identify the person.

The man was dressed in a tailored, fitted black suit. He held a briefcase in his right hand. "Mr. Savio Coates? "

"Yes?" I replied

"A message for you." He handed me a letter and I collected it. I looked at it "It doesn't say who it's from." I looked back at him but he was already gone. Creepy

I opened the letter and looked through it. Basically there wasn't anything to look at except a sentence in the middle.

AD MAIUS BONUM.
- A.k

TENÄR

I cannot interfere.

I sat at the opposite corner of the Hotel restaurant in Turin. I watched as events unfolded. The man in the suit handed Kerös the envelope and I already knew what it said. Ad Maius Bonum.

The main power players were in. Protecting Kerös from the past would be hard enough without the complications of the present day interference.

Faking my death was easy enough. I had to make it look convincing. I think I even fooled myself.