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AN: OK I only posted the prologue yesterday and I have already received four positive reviews and a bunch of views. So I can assume I will have people reading this so with out further a due: The first chapter of Hariel of the resistance.

Thanks for the reviews

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Chapter One: Of Perverted Bishops and Annoying Dolls

It had been a few months since Hariel had been forced to leave his cozy shop. The Resistance was still going strong, other than one minor raid against them that had succeeded. Hariel had learned from his parents' trust of Pettigrew: Only people he trusted one hundred percent knew all the vital details. What was told to the general members of the resistance was true, just missing a few key pieces of information. Thanks to this method they were not only able to foil the military when they went and raided the wrong place, but they were able to weed out the traitors and informants. It was amazing what people would sell out for money. Though Hariel was a prime example of victims of greed, much to his chagrin. This time, however, he would nip betrayals in the bud.

Currently, Hariel was traveling to the Seventh District with a caravan in the guise of trading goods. Unbeknownst to the people trading with them, they were giving food and supplies to the rebels. He was on the second caravan heading to the seventh district; the first had passed through during a festival, and had along with the report of goods procured sent him a disturbing report.

The military seemed to be subtly trying to infiltrate the church. They were looking for something… or someone. That's what Hariel was going to find out. The details. The Resistance couldn't survive without a good amount of intelligence. Since they couldn't easily infiltrate the military or the ranks of the nobility, they sometimes infiltrated the owners full of knowledge and cooperation, the establishments, the nobility, or the military officers frequented.

There is truth in wine (1), when a man or woman is drunk the truth comes out. Get someone drunk, and with subtle coaxing the whole story comes out. It was thanks to this method that the Resistance was in the state it was, going leaps and bounds.

One might wonder why Hariel was going on a simple resonance mission. The answer was simple. This was something big. It was a law that the military could not and would not interfere with the church. For the military to be trying to infiltrate the Barsburg Church, the main church, was a neon sign to the Resistance that big things were going on. Thus, the reason for Hariel catching a spot with the last caravan to the seventh district before the winter stopped them.

Hariel made his way out from the wagon he had been sitting in jumping down he ran along side the wagon until he met the caravan leader. The man was an informant of theirs with deep-seated hatred of the empire. A soldier got away with murdering his sister just because he was a soldier. That solidified his hatred at an early age. As soon as he heard there was a solid resistance forming, he joined, quickly becoming Hariel's most trusted underling.

"Guren, can I have my papers now? I know the checkpoint is a few miles away, but I need to memorize the information you got for me." A gruff grunt and a package thrust toward him was his reply. Hariel shook his head and smiled; Guren really wasn't one for conversation, a great guy, but he barley spoke if it wasn't necessary.

Heading back to the wagon, Hariel pulled out his identification papers. He was listed as one Hariel Beecher, aged sixteen, male, height 5'2", weight a hundred pounds, blah, blah, blah… His physical description and first name were the only truth in the whole document. Granted the age was wrong. He was now nineteen years old. Not that he looked it. But all that didn't matter. What mattered was creating a background and look for Hariel Beecher, apprentice herb healer, and turning into him for the time being.

By the time he was finished Hariel completely looked and acted his role. Brown slightly baggy pants and a loose white shirt with a worn waistcoat. He had even put a few drops of herb oils on his clothes to give him a faint aroma of herbs. His long hair was braided and tucked into a paperboy cap giving him the appearance of having short hair. All in all he looked like an eighteenth century apprentice from his world, not at all out of place here.

When they reached the checkpoint, he showed the solider on duty his paper work like other members of the caravan and had an internal laugh when the soldier asked what he would suggest for a cold. His reply? "Mint and lemon tea with lots of honey four times a day and sleep as much as possible off duty, sir." Hariel did know a lot of herbal remedies thanks to learning about both magical and mundane plants for herbology and potions. So his prescription was on the mark. That's what made this cover so perfect.

After a few more minutes of the guards checking everyone's papers, they were given the all clear. Proof that the fake documents that some of the members of the caravan, including Hariel's own, looked exactly like the real ones.

About ten more minuets of travel, they reached the seventh district and the outskirts of the city that surrounded the church. Hariel grabbed his duffle bag that was purely for show. The bag held two changes of clothes and a reference letter to the church infirmary head, other than that, it held an apple a small bit of stale bread and a tiny bit of cheese.

Confirming his cover that he had hooked up with the caravan on the way to the seventh district and earned his keep on the way. Everything else he had with him was in his mokeskin purse. That thing really came in handy. Even with out the extension charm the traitor, Hermione, put on it, the fact that no one but the owner could open it, along with the anti theft charms, made the little bag worth several times its weight in gold.

Once they got to the trade center, Hariel jumped like the over-excited teen he was pretending to be out of the wagon, saying goodbye to the friends he had made on the trip. Going up to Guren, thanking him for letting him ride with the caravan, and asked Guren to "Tell my little sister not to worry, I'll be home soon," code for, "Everything is clear for now, I'll be back once I have the information we need."

Guren gave a smile and ruffled Hariel's hair through his cap, inciting a squawk of indignation from Hariel, and the reply "Take care of your self, kid, don't go getting into trouble," code for, "Take care of yourself, watch out for enemies." Hariel smiled cheekily and waved as he headed off in the direction of the church.

Getting into the church was painfully easy. One would think they would at least have a minimum of security instead of an open door policy. Needless to say that with the bishop exams starting shortly, there was a very high chance of spies in the church. Talk about complicating Hariel's task.

He needed to get the information, avoid detection from the church staff, and avoid attracting the attention of the military agents planted in the church. This was starting to turn into a slight headache and, hopefully, it wouldn't get any bigger.

After asking a trio of nun's to point him to the infirmary head and handing him his letter of reference from his 'former master' (2), whom had gotten too old to have an apprentice and asked for the man to teach Hariel (all a complete fabrication, of course, but the old guy did retire… to help the Resistance, but that was of no consequence to the mission). In an hour, Hariel was in apprentice healer's robes and working under the head healer of the Church. It really was too easy. Murphy's Law was going to come in soon, and kick his ass; he just knew it. Anything that can go wrong, will go wrong.

It was the next day when Murphy's Law started to kick in. He had been sent by the Healer to gather quite a list of herbs early in the morning, when he ran into some trouble from some bishop examinees. Hariel's youthful appearance along with his lack of height often was a factor in bullies singling him out as a potential target. Which was the case here.

The two idiots thought they could knock Hariel down and generally make a fool of him. "Well, well, look at the short kid!" One said laughingly to his companion.

"He's probably shorter than that other kid! What's with the church letting little kids in to do their work?" The other said snidely.

Hariel didn't react; he just stared at the two of them like the two were a mildly interesting sideshow. "I am astounded by your lack of intelligence, if you pass the churches exams their standards must lower than dirt," was Hariel's calm reply to their jibes. His face hadn't moved from his mildly interested expression while the two who were trying and failing to bully him were spluttering and turning beet red.

Hariel sighed and moved around them. "If you'll excuse me, I have work to do." he called back as he continued on his way. It took a minute for one of the boys to recover from the shock. Taking an apple, he threw it at the back of Hariel's head with all the strength he could muster. Hariel's response was to move slightly to the side then catch the apple as it passed him then proceeded to take a bite.

"Thanks for the apple," was all he said as he continued to the herb gardens leaving two shell-shocked examinees behind.

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A few hours later after greeting the garden, (nymphs and plant life could 'speak' the same language, so it was only polite to introduce yourself before picking them), he had with the help of the pants themselves found and picked the best of the best for the infirmary.

Hariel was in the court yard with several mortars and pestles, grinding fresh herb mixtures into pastes, crushing dried herbs, and place them in jars for the infirmaries dried herb store, while the herb paste was made into healing salves, antiseptics, and various other remedies.

It was here that Murphy's Law came into play again. A wooden doll was running around. That happening wasn't very strange; apparently one of the bishops had a doll fetish or something. What was strange was the way this doll was acting. It was tall with a blonde wig, earrings, and wearing a blue shirt and black pants. The first thing that was weird was this was the only male doll he had seen; second… this doll was acting like a complete idiot.

Hariel just shrugged and continued on with his work… Until the idiotic thing came and purposely knocked over some of the mortars he had finished. Hariel froze, his eyes shaded by his bangs. It had taken an hour to get those perfected! Those were expensive top grade burn salves.

"YOU IDIOT, I'M GOING TO KILL YOU!" Hariel yelled, jumping up and chasing the doll with the stone pestle he had been using minutes before. The doll didn't seem to take him seriously, as weird as that sounded, until he managed to give it a good hit on the arm, damaging it. The infuriating thing started running faster, taking the opportunity to retaliate from afar.

So far, after twenty minutes of the chase, the score was Hariel: 10, Evil Doll: 2. Hariel had given the doll a few good hits, and the doll had knocked Hariel's hat off and managed to get his hair out of his braid, leaving Hariel's hair to flow behind him like a banner.

A few short minutes later, the doll disappeared around a corner in the church before Hariel could see where it went. Hariel chose a direction and ran. It was then that he saw a figure with the same hair and the right height.

Without stopping to think, Hariel raised the stone pestle and yelled, "Gotcha!" and proceeded to whack the figure on the head. "Teach you to knock over my medicines stupid doll, you ruined all my hard work! When I find out what bishop made you, he's going to get an ear full!" This was said as Hariel was throttling the 'doll' from behind. What stopped him was someone grabbing the back of his shirt and lifting him up like a naughty kitten.

Looking up, Hariel saw a tall bishop with brown hair and glasses. "Frau, what have you done to this child?" The unknown bishop asked in a deadly voice.

The 'doll' stood up and turned around revealing that it, no, he wasn't a doll at all, but a human… and a bishop. 'Oh shit,' Harry thought to himself. "I didn't do anything, Castor, the brat came out of nowhere and brained me with that pestle, yelling about dolls, medicine, and ruined hard work!" The blond bishop yelled indignantly, nursing a large egg-sized bump on the back of his head. Luckily, he seemed to be recovering quickly.

Hariel was starting to feel horrible about braining an innocent bishop before said bishop opened his mouth and killed any remorse Hariel had for him.

"But she's a cute kid, I'll let her off this time." Frau, ever the perverted bishop, said with a slight nosebleed rearing its head. The blond said the wrong thing and it was going to cost him dearly. Hariel broke free of the brunet bishop's grasp and kicked the other bishop as hard as he could in the shin, causing the man to jump up and down in pain. "I'M A BOY, YOU IDIOT!" Hariel yelled at the top of his lungs.

"You stupid kid, how was I supposed to know you were a boy when you look like that? You look delicate, tiny, and have long hair! You look more like a girl than the brat does!" was the yelled response. It was, yet again, the wrong response.

One thing Hariel hated about his nymph blood was his new looks. It was a major blow to his pride to be mistaken as a female (if he wasn't wearing a dress to escape the military that was looking for him as a male. That was the only time it was safely permitted for someone to mistake him for a woman). The fact of the matter was he was in very masculine clothes and bishop Frau had mistaken him for a girl, and had just pointed out his more feminine features.

"I'm going to KILL YOU," was the reply Frau got as Hariel with an evil gleam in his eyes raised the pedestal once more and made a threatening step forward. With a whimper, Frau made a tactical retreat… meaning the blond ran for his life.

Hariel was hot on his heels the stone pedestal raised, chasing after the bishop a second later. Hariel chased Frau through out the church intent of causing him bodily harm, or at least whacking him again. They raced pasted the three nuns Hariel had met earlier, past Arch Bishop Jio who just started for a minute then shook his head, thinking Frau has done it again.

They nearly bowled over some bishop examinees, side stepped assistant Arch Bishop Bastian, though he did try to grab Frau as he had done when Frau was a child, but without success. Finally, they ran past a small brown haired green-eyed boy, a taller blond boy, and the pink fyulong dragon hatchling riding on the shorter boy's head.

"Pyah?" The pink dragon hatching questioned.

"What was that?" The blond bishop asked examinee. "Was that Bishop Frau?"

The short brunet sighed, "Yeah, he probably got caught doing something perverted and pissed off the wrong person this time."

Before more could be said, Sister Libelle found them. "Little lambs, lunch time is almost over. If you don't hurry, you won't get any food!" Libelle said with a smile on her face.

"We're coming." was the simultaneous reply from the two.

"Come on Teito, Mikage, let's have a quick lunch then go back to studying." The blonde examinee said.

"Yeah lets go Hakuren, we still have six hundred texts to memorize (3)." Teito replied.

"PYAH," cried Mikage, flying off Teito's head and heading towards the dinning hall.

"Wait Mikage!" Teito yelled, scrambling after him.

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Meanwhile, Hariel had caught up with Frau and had given him a few more goose eggs on his head before stalking off to the kitchen to grab some bread then go back to his work. Frau was splattered out on the floor for a while from the ferocity of the attack; Castor and Labrador found him a short time later.

Castor pushed up his glasses, smirking down at Frau. "You really shouldn't insult people. This time you paid for it." Caster said; his smug smirk audible in his voice.

Frau's reply was some sulky muttering under his breath. Labrador, however, had a vine curling around his hand. "The flowers adore him, and will listen to him if he needs help. They also say he's not completely human," Labrador said looking back at the other two. "But he isn't a kor, warsfeil, or a ghost, either. He is not of this world."

This got the bishops attention. "The worlds are not to be transcribed in all but the most dire of circumstances. That child was probably sent here forcibly for something he was innocent of. The guilty thrown into any of the portals were turned to dust." Castor calmly stated as he adjusted his glasses once more.

"So when the eye of Mikhail appears in the forgotten prince of Raggs, a nonhuman from another world appears as well. We're in for a rough time." Frau responded.

"We'll have to find out what we can about him. What's plain to see is he is no apprentice healer, no matter how much he may appear to be so," Castor murmured. The three ghosts couldn't help but wonder how difficult things were going to be from now on. Especially if the little newcomer had caught Verloren's attention.

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AN: Ok, we're done with chapter one. I have a poll up for how you want Ayanami to react to Hariel's presence in the world. Basically, it's how intensive his search is for him.

Hyuuga is already very interested in him and views Hariel as his new toy so if Hariel does get captured he's going to have to put up with Hyuuga being annoying the most.

(1) "There is truth in wine" is a quote from the book Atticus of Rome. All rights to that book are respective author and publishers'.

(2) Master in this case refers to master and apprentice not master and slave.

(3) In both he Manga and the anime of 07 Ghost, there are over 700 books that make up the holy text. Bishop examinees must know all of them.