"I have come to import news."
"what news" Not even bothering to stop his action, Father telly continues to navigate his ship towards destiny.
"Father, outside, there seems to be a blinding light, a blessing from the Zapa. I wish for your blessing and coordination on what to become."
"WHAT?" father telly suddenly stopped,
"What the hell are you blabbering about."
"What light"
"ah- outside, there is a blinding light covering us all," James meekly replied.
"Outside?" Father Telling suddenly forgot that all the room's curtains and windows are locked and covered. Quickly getting up from the bed, discontinuing his play, Father Telly ran to the nearest window and opened it.
"AHHHH" He covered his eyes, bare naked; Father Telly's eyes began to adjust. Arching his head upwards towards the source of the light, eyes wide and disbelief written expression, Father Telly could not believe what was happening, yet before he could utter any sentence.
*PHAAAAAAAAAA*
*PHAAAAAAAAAA*
*PHAAAAAAAAAA*
*PHAAAAAAAAAA*
Consecutive lightening decent on an area that left him with disbelief, even more, shouts and screams will not deter the holy man from paying attention. Stolen by the wonder of how this is happening, in the names of Zapa, the lightning with logical sense should have already disappeared. Yet Father Telly is witnessing lightning that refuses to disappear. Precisely twenty lightenings are hovering above Tower castle, gently making their way to a specific area within tower castle that belongs to the Van farrow.
Then Father Telly could hear an unknown sound of chanting, this Sound he had never heard before, and it's as if someone was chanting backward and forward at the same time. He is a man who knows about spells himself, although not average; Father Telly could be defined as someone very good at chanting. Yet what he is hearing is beyond logic.
[I hope that incubus didn't do this]
[I should not have gone to that witch for help] His eyes that were filled with awe turned venomous.
"JAMES" Father telly shouted.
"yes, Father Telly," James replied witlessly. Seeing the look of Father Telly like that always gives James an ominous warning.
"GET THE CARRIAGE"
"THE REST OF YOU, GET OUT"
"NOW" Father Telly screamed his lungs out.
"yes, Father Telly," James turned and ran. All the nuns packed their clothes quickly and helped those who could not move out the door and left.
[Laurelart, what have you done] an ominous feeling rose within Father Telly.
The church, the pillar of hope to some citizens of summer City, became panic-stricken. Thousands of citizens made their way toward the upper echelon towards The rich hob of nobles homes and shops. They were making their way to the church. Hoping the church would cater to them.
The guarded gate heavily reinforced by soldiers' station at the front was armed and dangerous. They sheathed their swords, their shields raised and ready to strick even their citizens. Under what orders these soldiers took to do such action was unknown even by the city lord himself.
"Do not let anyone pass those gates."
"If anyone passes, even if you are injured, I will be the one to execute you myself for your failure of not protecting the gate."
"cut anyone who tries to force their way."
"DO YOU UNDERSTAND"
"YES, SIR," all soldiers stationed in front, back shouted.
A swan on either side supports a not too large shield with an asymmetrical sharp, inwards curving cornered top and asymmetrical round bottom. All of which rests on a monolith.
A large crown, or coronet, rests atop the shield; it's a crown of acanthus leaves, it has a velour cap, and two rows of various gems decorate the outer sides.
It symbolizes both the Van farrow and the Windsler family combined. Under whose order did this valor of men have taken charge of the duty to protect the gate was still unknown.
The man who had just given orders is Norland, the city guard, leader of the garrison. Although Norland took the duty to protect the city from all dangerous and infamous kinds of people, his personality is shady. Under the shade of eyes that cannot see, Norland takes bribes from all noble to do their bidding. He is known as Norland, the corrupted.
His name spreads among the noble circle, a gold taker, The premier under the aristocratic circle, for many years under the guidance of Byron. Norland has taken the liberty to Advertise himself to serve whoever tose gold at his feet.
It explains the combination of both crests of the Windsler and the Van farrow. Norland knows deep down; he will not be punished for his action no matter what he does. The garrison leader is a heavy responsibility that none will shoulder, not even Byron himself. In fact, under Byron before, Norland always viewed Byron as an eyesore. Never had he had this freedom to do as he wished. He had heard the rumors of what happened but brushed them off as relief, and now he could do whatever he wanted, and there would be none to stop him.