Malcon slowly opened his eyes as a cold breeze smashed Into his face, he felt his heart drop down to his stomach as he remembered the name Uthred. The name alone came with an immense power that remembering it made Malcon sweat.
"what wrong"
Tracing the voice, he found Bane staring at him.
"Nothing," Malcon replied sharply.
"don't like me, I know something is wrong but whenever your willing to tell me, am always here," he said, standing up from his bed, stretching.
"Good morning!" locas shouted, standing up.
"We're already running out of time mate, let's hurry and get our breakfast," he added.
"Is there anything special happening today?" Bane asked.
"Nothing particularly special," he confessed, "but they're going to be assigning us to our various classes," he added.
After taking their bath, they got dressed and went down to the dining hall where they had their breakfast. Malcon was grateful they had locas by their side, the school was big and if not for locas they wouldn't have known their way through it.
He led them to a room where they had passed each of their names and their classes.
"What class are you?" locas asked, as they all struggled their way out of the crowd that was yet to know their class.
"class C" bane replied.
"same, class C" Malcon added, smiling.
"Odin and the gods are really on our side then," locas said, smiling. "The three of us are in class C," he added.
"Please can I have your attention," a loud voice echoed.
"All new students should move to the conference hall" the voice ordered.
"Please tell me about this conference?" Bane asked, fully hoping on him.
"follow me mate" locas commanded, with the ascent of a pirate.
He led them to a big dark hall, where the only source of light was directed to a platform that was raised at the end of the hall.
The hall was a little bit empty as many people were yet to arrive, they were still checking the class they had been assigned to.
After about twenty minutes the hall slowly got flooded with students.
A man Malcon remembered vividly walked up to the platform, he was among the men who visited them when they were in the hospital, the hall Instantly went quiet as he walked up to the platform.
He wore a black suit, his expression was still void of any feeling, like a mask. He had white messy hair and a bold scar ran across his left golden eyes, personally Malcon thought his face was not something any first year student should behold on thire first day.
"I Lord Sabstine Gray, personally welcomes you to Eldergrove" he began.
"You were all assigned to your various classes today and by tomorrow your classes are to commerce with immediate effect. Each of your classes ranging from class A to class E currently has no point, but from tomorrow all that changes. Every action you take increases your class mark or reduces it, starting from the question you answer during your lectures, quest, competition, or any other activity the school presents for you this academic year." he said, taking a deep breath he continued again.
"Each of these five classes are assigned with an external captain, by external I mean that they are not students like you, but soldiers trained to guide each of the classes they are assigned to. At this point I'll be introducing the captains."
Opening his hand, a paper slowly appeared,looking into it he called out.
"Jonathan sky" he shouted, "would be in charge of class A."
The hall exploded in apluds as a young man with black long hair parked to a point tall walked onto the platform, his glowing green eyes held an air of sincerity, and his smile ever warm.
"Laruis dam." Sabastine called another name, "Will be in charge of class B".
The hall echoed in aplud as another young man with blonde hair walked to the platform, unlike Jonathan, he wasn't smiling, his face looked dead as though he never wanted to be here.
"Solomon Godsman" Sabastin called.
Locas clapped the most as the C class captain walked to the platform. He had black messy hair, his sea blue eyes tracing locas who was clapping the most, and he smiled at him, making him clap the most.
"Clara Dortmund"
And the hall exploded in aplud as a lady walked to the platform, at that point Malcon saw himself wishing he was in class D.
She had black hair that cascaded past her back, she looked very friendly as a warm smile crept to her face on climbing to the platform. Locas looked lost in thought, his eyes fixed at her alluring fixtures. She had a well curved hips and locas head bouncing in rhyme to her boobs as she walked up to the platform.
"Fenades Lockhart" he called the final name.
The hall burst out in aplud as a tall young man with curly brown hair, walked up to the platform
"These are your class captains," Sabastin said.
And they all alluded.
******
"I asked you to send me vega!"
Criston shouted, as he opened the door where the other executive sat.
Looking straight ahead his furious green eyes interlocked with a calm sea blue eye.
"captain commander" he stammered.
"it's okay Sir Criston, am here now," The elderly man said, as a warm smile crept in his face.
"my brother," criston said, falling to his knees his eyes clouded with tears.
The elderly man stood up from his chair.
"Ambrose is our brother to," he said, placing his hand on criston's back. "And we all loved him very much," he added.
But criston cried the more.
They was a knock on door, then it slowly opened as a soilder walked in, bowing.
"We've located commander Ambrose. He is seriously injured and his currently in the infemry getting his treatment." The solider announced.
"Thank you so much," The captain commander
said.
Bowing his head the young solider left.
"Let us go and see our little brother," the captain commander said, with a warm smile on his face.
Leaving the hall, they all walked silently, yet briskly towards the infemry.
"what in the seven kingdom happened here," Mrs Rose shouted, as her gaze turned to all the dead bodies outside.
The dead soilders were killed in the most brutal way, some had a big hole to there chest and others had thire head missing.
"please coming," a healer said opening the door to the infemery, as the captains walked in.
"Don't tell me there is not a single survival?" one of the captains asked, as they entered the infemery.
"The only person that survived is captain Ambrose," the healer said, pointing at him.
He looked very thin, his skin pale with dark shade around his eyes as though he hadn't slept in ages.
"We found him deep in the forest," the healer said,
"He lost an arm and a leg" he added.
"Brother."
criston fell to the ground, his eyes clouded with tears.
"we've applied all level of medication we have and invited S rank healers, but they weren't able to heal his hand or his leg." The healer said.
"And is that the only thing you weren't able to heal?" the captain commander suddenly asked.
For a while the room went quite.
"Unfortunatly, no." The healer replied, moving the blanket that covered Ambrose.
Criston took a step back in shoke. Ambrose body was covered in thick red vains, that spread with every second that went by.
"it won't be long before he transforms," the captain commander said, touching Ambrose.
"No, No, No!" Criston shouted.
"My brother is doing perfectly well, his just ill," he cried.
"I understand exactly how you feel Criston, but I strongly doubt as a holy knight Ambrose would want to transform into a demon,"
"No, don't kill my brother, please, I beg of you," criston begged knowing the next option wa a to kill him.
"it's okay son, it's okay," the Captain commander counsolled.
"How long do we have before he transforms?" the captain commander asked.
"Roughly twenty-four hours," the healer replied.
"I want to find out the source of Ambrose illness?"
"what do you propose?" vega asked.
"contact a memory reader,"
"understood," vega said, leaving the room.