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 him sweat.
"What's wrong?"
Tracing the voice, he found Bane staring at him.
"Nothing." Malcon replied sharply.
"Don't lie to me, I know something is wrong but whenever you're willing to tell me, I am always here." he said, standing up from his bed, stretching.
"Gooood morrning!" 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."
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
Pasted 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 find 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."
"Please can I have your attention." A loud voice echoed.
"All new students should move to the conference hall." the voice ordered.
"Tell me you know where this conference hall is?" 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 student 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, and 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 were clapping the most, and he smiled at him, making him clap the more.
"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 bounced 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 the hall burst in applaud
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"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 briskly towards the infeminary.
"what in the seven kingdom happened here." Rose shouted, as her gaze turned to all the dead bodies outside.
The dead soldiers were killed in the most brutal way. Some had a big hole to their chest and others had their head missing.
"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
His skin was 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." he added.
"Brother!"
criston fell to the ground, his eyes clouded with tears.
"We've applied all levels of medication we have and invited S rank healers, but they weren't able to heal his hand back." The healer said.
"Contact a memory reader, I want to know what he saw." The captain commander ordered
"understood." vega said, leaving the room.