"Stefan Caravel!"
My name rung out, and I, stood in a daze.
"What?"
I questioned, not in my mind. It was heard by everyone here.
In my stupor, I was standing still. Looking at everyone, who were looking at me as well. With...strange eyes.
I had become ready to accept whatever fate lay in front of me, I was ready to fight them all to escape, get to my room, get Gaebolg and run.
But... Nothing went to plan. Not even the damn election. Someone else was supposed to be the pope...those bastards would never vote for me.
'Are they playing...a trick, perhaps?'
The thought came to my mind. It could very well be possible. These scheming, heinous bastards would of course think of such.
But, there is a slight...echo in my heart. An echo that whispers to my mind that this is true. Maybe it is my ambition, or maybe it is just...my wish becoming alive.
