From where he stood a low light began to illuminate the room, he found himself in. The monarch, Aldrecht Spell Shaldrect, leader of the Kingdom of Yondle, and founder of the 32nd Calvary Division, he, his family and his attendants stood waiting.
Frowning from the place he stood-the aged monarch remained on his past as the Great Sage began the summoning ritual. In his younger years Aldrecht was born and raised as a warrior. He would often find himself betting into conflicts with most of the other kids in his town, thus once he was of proper age, his father sent him in the military to "teach him a lesson."
Under the protection of then Knight Jonas Howitzer, Aldrecht excelled in his position as an assistant to the knight. Formulating plans, executing missions, and overall rising through the ranks of an ordinary soldier, Jonas had begun to take notice of the boy's talent, and soon Aldrecht had found himself in the military academy at age fifteen. Though he was considered old for the par, he continued achieving victories, and soon after he met his wife, Juna.
Throughout his tenure in the academy, Aldrecht's noble spirit and outgoing personality led him to gain infamy amounts many of the actual noble families that once served the royal court. There was always the saying that no commoner should be allowed into the academy, but then king Julius Harold Arish had prevented any drastic actions from being taken securing his position in the military.
Even with consoling words from the King himself, and a legion of individuals from every aspect of the world, it was never enough for Aldrecht. Like the others he wanted to be respected, he wanted to lead others, yet the bastards he worked beside during his time in the academy attempted to block every action he would wish to perform as a Centurion in the military.
"Dear why are you frowning?" Queen Juna Shaldrect spoke in a gentle tone as she placed her hand on her husband's forearm gaining his attention, "You look quite pale, are you feeling alright?"
"Yes, thank you for your concern." Aldrecht said as he gently placed a kiss on his wife's forehead, "I am simply worried about how this will play out. After all it has been two hundred years since such a historic event has happened."
"That is true. The future will be in your hands once this is over." Queen Juna said with a faint smile.
As the summoning proceeded with the powder glowing stronger, the king and royal family were advised to back away. As grateful as Aldrecht was for this moment, the time had come, and he and his retainers followed the order.
"Lecca?" Aldrecht coughed out as a gust of wind emanated from the center of the room.
Lecca's voice was something he heard during the summoning process. She spoke strongly and to the point as she assisted the Great Sage in the summoning. He truly wondered why he immediately thought of the first-born Princess in this very moment.
"So, it is time..." The king lowered his head and closed his eyes as a small smile came across his face. He accepted that his life would change forever.
"Father?" his son asked.
Before Aldrecht could address his son, two streams of light shot up from the blue powder blinding those not casting the spell. Rushing back and forth, supplying the mages with the necessary mana to carry out the spell, Lecca began to grow exhausted as more beams of light spouted from the ground.
Each beam eventually grew together into a single light that almost resembled a tree. The influx of mana being released from the powder made the king lightheaded, and he wearily fell to his knees as the light grew even brighter over the constant shouts of the silver-haired Princess.
"We've got an influx over here!" A mage shouted as he felt the energy being drained from his body.
"I'll cover your position!" Lecca shouted as she prepped herself to run towards the mage.
"Don't! Stay by the Great Sage!" The man shouted making her stop in her first step. "You must support him! I got this!"
All Lecca could do was nod at the man as she channeled her remaining manna through her palms and towards the bright beam of light.
[...And today's news contains some very interesting truths that the US government has hid from its people once more.]
Lecca's eyes widened and her focus began to fade as a rush of voices filled the room.
[-we're stuck here! They're treating us like animals!]
[-over 500 dead. Latest reports have placed this to be the most tragic loss of life since the terrorist attacks-]
[-and now the United Nations have once again gathered to discuss environmental concerns in Africa, yet the TIPA...]
[Metal-Zero-One. Confirm we lost them?]
[Hold at angels five-five. Twisting is in route to extract the Green Berets.]
[Overlord, Flight of two F-25s with a full load of JDAMS requesting clearance, over?]
Stopping her transfer of mana, Lecca fell to the ground while clutching her head. She let out a shrill screech as sweat, and tears poured down her face. The other mages and the Great Sage were effected, but their experience was not as intense due to their positioning.
[-mom! Check out this drawing I made!]
[Fucking hell! Can't make rent this month!]
[Hands up! On the ground! Stop!]
[F.B.I! Open up!]
[Hey Kristen?]
[Today the Prime Minister of Germany paid a visit to their next-door neighbor Poland to strengthen military ties against the looming threat of the American-Russian war games.]
[Shots fired! Shots fired! James is down!]
[Where the fuck is my bagel!?]
"Please make it stop!" Lecca squealed as she rolled on the ground with tears leaking from her eyes. "Please!" With Lecca thrashing her head wildly, all the king and his family could do was watch her scream in agony as they were held back by their guards and Captain Orwell.
Lecca's calls for help were soon answered. The myriad of voices suddenly stopped as the bright beam began to fade. Clutching her head and standing with the assistance of a knight, Lecca attempted to stand up straight as she looked to the center of the room where the bright light had once been.
"Staff Sergeant!"
Each knight drew their swords as a voice called from the middle of the room. It was of a language they did not understand, but to the King it sounded familiar to the old imperial language that was spoken eons ago.
"Where's Sergeant Randall? The captain?" A younger sounding voice sounded frantic as it reverberated throughout the chamber.
"Lieutenant?" The man that went by "Staff Sergeant" asked as he looked around wildly.
"Still in one piece!" another man called back in a pained voice.
"What the fuck was that!?"
"Hell, if I know-oh shit! Weapons up!"
As the knights' eyes adjusted to the low light environment, several men raised what looked to be sticks in the dark.
Stepping forward and activating a gem she received from the Great Sage, Lecca addressed the men making their weapons turn to her instead of those around. "Great Holy Knights-"
Publicly Available Information: Holy Knights:
Either a group of warriors, or a lone warrior; under the command of the Kingdom of Yondel, each person summoned from a parallel or alternate reality or world is put under harsh training and observation, With each Holy Knight being crucial to bolstering not only military force, but each one is important to executing home defense operations.
If a Knight shows unyielding loyalty to the King and his people, they will be granted the status of an "Honorary Noble" and will receive land based on their merits in combat along with a seat within the royal court.