Diego Ramire stood nervously in the courtyard of Baybayin Academy of Arcane Arts, surrounded by his fellow students. He had just arrived at the academy and was eager to begin his studies and tracking down the dark lord, but he was also anxious about the sorting ceremony that was about to take place.
As he looked around, he noticed the four different banners hanging above the entrance to the academy, each representing a different house: Luzon Sector, Visayas Sector, Mindanao Sector, and Malvar Sector for outcasts and foreigners.
Diego had read books about the different houses, and he knew that each one had its own unique culture and affinity to a particular element. He wondered which house he would be sorted into.
Suddenly, the headmaster of the academy, a tall, imposing figure named Professor Reyes, appeared before the students.
"Welcome to Baybayin Academy," Professor Reyes said, his voice booming. "As you all know, the sorting ceremony is a tradition here at Baybayin. It determines which house you will belong to during your time here."
The students murmured nervously, and Diego felt his heart racing in his chest.
"Please line up in front of the banners," Professor Reyes instructed, gesturing to the four banners hanging above the entrance.
The students obeyed, and Diego found himself standing in front of the Luzon Sector banner. He looked up at the banner, which featured a stylized sun with rays emanating from it.
Suddenly, the banner began to glow, and Diego felt a warm sensation wash over him. He knew that he had been sorted into the Luzon Sector house.
Diego felt a sense of relief wash over him, as he knew that the Luzon Sector was known for its focus on fire magic and its love of the sun. He felt like he had found a home within the academy.
As the students were led into the academy, Diego couldn't help but feel excited about what was to come. He knew that he had a lot to learn, but he was eager to begin his journey at Baybayin Academy of Arcane Arts, and also try and stop the dark lord.
FUTURE
The dark lord arrived on his private yacht, docked at a secluded cove off the coast of a small island nation. Waiting for him were representatives from North Korea, as well as leaders from several other nations who had refused to join GERC.
"Welcome, my friends," the dark lord greeted them, his voice smooth and charming. "I trust you had no trouble getting here?"
The representatives nodded, but remained silent, eyeing each other warily. The dark lord noticed their hesitation, but chose to ignore it for now.
"As you know, the formation of GERC threatens to upset the balance of power in this region," he began. "And I know that many of you have concerns about this new organization."
The representatives murmured in agreement, some of them nodding in acknowledgement.
"That is why I propose that we form an unofficial alliance," the dark lord continued. "One that will allow us to work together to counter the influence of GERC, and to protect our own interests."
The representatives exchanged glances, considering his proposal.
"What exactly are you proposing?" one of them asked.
"I propose that we share intelligence, resources, and support each other in any way we can," the dark lord replied smoothly. "Together, we can ensure that our nations remain strong, and that we do not fall prey to the ambitions of others."
The representatives looked at each other, weighing their options. After a moment of silence, the North Korean representative spoke up.
"We are interested in your proposal," he said, his voice cold and measured. "But we need more information before we can agree to anything."
The dark lord nodded, his eyes glinting with hidden anger.
"Of course," he said. "I understand that trust must be earned. But I assure you, my intentions are pure. I only seek to protect our nations from those who would seek to do us harm." the Syrian representative then spoke. "How do we know your the dictator in control of the Philippines and Malaysia? For all we know your just some spy." He said, The Dark lord then gave them a letter, which they all read together.
'Dear Philippines and Malaysia,
It is with great regret that we must inform you that your continued membership in the ASEAN has been revoked. The actions of your governments have caused irreparable harm to our alliance, and as a result, we can no longer accept you as member nations.
Your governments have been acting as mere puppets of a dictator, one who seeks to control our region through fear and tyranny. This is unacceptable behavior for any member of our alliance, and we cannot condone such actions.
Furthermore, your recent attack on Brunei, a fellow member of our alliance, is an affront to the very principles upon which the ASEAN was founded. Such aggression will not be tolerated, and we promise to take all necessary measures to ensure that our members are protected from future attacks.
We hope that you will take this opportunity to reflect on your actions and the harm they have caused to the region. We invite you to return to the fold of the ASEAN once you have demonstrated a commitment to the principles of democracy, freedom, and respect for human rights.
Sincerely,
The ASEAN Secretariat.'
After reading the letter there was no doubt in the representatives minds that he was the real deal. They then continued to talk, discussing the details of the proposed alliance and what it would mean for their respective nations. The dark lord listened, biding his time, his mind already working on how he could use this alliance to further his own goals.
In the end, they parted ways, with the representatives promising to let their leaders consider the dark lord's proposal. As they left the yacht and returned to their own countries, the dark lord smiled to himself, pleased with how smoothly the meeting had gone.
Little did they know, he was already plotting their downfall, his mind filled with dark and twisted schemes that would change the course of history forever.
THE PAST
Diego walked into the common room of Luzon House. He had just been sorted into the house, and he didn't know anyone yet. The room was bustling with activity, and it seemed like everyone already knew each other, disadvantage for enrolling late he guessed.
As he looked around, he noticed a group of students huddled around a table, playing a game. Curiosity piqued, Diego walked over to see what they were doing.
"Hey, can I join in?" he asked tentatively.
"Sure, why not?" one of the students said, grinning at him. "We're playing a game called 'Elemental Pursuit'. It's kind of like capture the flag, but with magical elements."
Diego nodded and took a seat at the table. As the game progressed, he found himself drawn to a student named Marcelo Buscemi. There was something about him that seemed dark, almost foreboding, but Diego couldn't put his finger on it.
"So, what's your name?" Marcelo asked, giving Diego a sly grin.
"I'm Diego Ramire," Diego replied, smiling back.
"Ah, Diego Ramire," Marcelo said, his voice deepening. "I'm Buscemi, Marcelo Buscemi."
Diego raised an eyebrow. "You said that like you're introducing yourself as James Bond," he chuckled.
Marcelo laughed. "I suppose I did. It's a habit of mine. I like to make things a little more interesting."
As the game continued, Diego found himself having a great time. He and Marcelo teamed up to capture one of the opposing team's flags, and they cheered triumphantly as they emerged victorious.
As the game came to an end, the students began to disperse. Marcelo lingered behind, studying Diego with a calculating expression.
"There's something about you, Diego," Marcelo said finally. "Something... intriguing."
Diego didn't know how to respond to that, but before he could say anything, Marcelo had turned and walked away.
Diego couldn't shake the feeling that something was off about Marcelo. But for now, he was just happy to have made some new friends in Luzon House.