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Sig and Proteus made their way through the chattering crowd and entered a huge, assembly chamber. Inside, Sig's eyes widened at the sight of so many people: the whole school had assembled in this one large room to decide whether they wanted to be a Peacemaker or a Metafor. He recognized a few, on not having many close friends. However, he spotted Fenris not too far away on the stage in front of them. He had grown much over the fifteen years, and was tall, handsome and broad. He wore the regal-looking scout- Sentinel uniform and pinned a finely polished badge on his chest which read clearly, 'YOUTH LEADER.'
Proteus: (Beckoning to Fenris) Look at that Fenris: if he's going to get any stiffer 'll hav to go there and dampen him myself.
Sig: (Chuckles slightly)
Proteus: (Taking a seat on the raised, assembly chairs) Well, this is it, Sig. I'm not sure if I'm prepared for this kinda thing. It usually takes a hours to get this all done......
Sig knew that, and nodded silently. Each and every Metamorphagan in this assembly hall must step forwards to the stage and state their choice to the important council-members. They will then ask them a few questions, and finally make them state an oath. The process is the same whether it was Peacemaker or Metafor. Sig glanced around the huge room, suddenly feeling apprehensive about the huge crowd.
Proteus seemed to notice.
Proteus: Look at this crowd...it's going to take ages for all this to finish.... I mean, it'll be seven hours per day stuffed in this room waiting for your name to be called. I've got more important things to do you know.
But Sig wasn't really listening to Proteus's complaints. He was too busy staring at the stage in front of him, eyeing the council members with a slight sense of distrust. He knew them; for they had once known Dante. Sig wondered what their reaction would be when he told them that he wanted to be a Peacemaker. It would surprise them very much, for Dante had once been a well-known and powerful Metafor.
The thought about that made Sig sick again, so he saved himself by listening to Proteus complaining.
As he got lost in his friend's endless chatter, the assembly started. The first few names were called out, and the young Metamorphagans concerned eagerly told the council members about their choices. After that, they were sent away after a few minutes of questioning.
Sig watched as one by one the young Metamorphagans went off towards the stage, and inevitably his eyes began to droop sleepily with boredom. But just as he was about to drop off, the council members called out loudly to the crowd, "Sigfried, son of Dante."
Proteus: (Rousing) Eh? What? Oh, Sig! It's your turn! By god, you're soo lucky!!
Sig's stomach cringed and he swallowed nervously. But then he slowly got up to his shaking legs and stood up to get out of his seat-
Suddenly the doors behind the crowd shot open, and Sig froze in his position. All eyes swivelled to the stranger at the opened doors, and uttered a few shocked gasps. Sig saw a small group of tall and austere looking Metamorphagans slowly entering the huge assembly chamber. The tallest was a strict looking person with steely grey eyes and dark hair, and he wore regal looking robes of dark scarlet and purple. Clutched in his claw-like hands was a paper scroll. Council Member: Kronos! Why, what are you doing here?
Kronos: (Stepping up towards the stage and looking rather coldly at the huge crowd of surprised Metamorphagans) Apparently, there has been a great change of plans, my dear Bron.
He turned to look at the crowd and opened the paper scroll, reading it loudly so that everybody could hear him:
Kronos: By order of the Circle, all Metamorphagans are to become Metafors from here on now, due to the increased number of Metalhead attacks on our city.
Sig: (Alarmed) WHAT?
Kronos: The status of 'Peacemaker' is hereby abolished, and a new code of systems are to be introduced. All young Metamorphagans are obliged to learn the ways of Metaforian Combat and to know how to Transform. If this action is ignored, the penalty is $10000 dollars in pay or three years imprisonment.
Bron: (Bewildered) Kronos? But-but what is the meaning of this?
Kronos: We have found nearby half our Sentinels dead near the Eco Valve down at the mines, and it is clear that Metalheads have penetrated our defenses.
The crowd heard this statement and gasped loudly in shock and horror.
Bron: But how can that be?!
Kronos: We are still unsure, but we need everyone in this city to be able to defend themselves incase more attacks persist. (Turning back to the crowd) You all may leave and return home now; there is no need to decide which faction you belong to. All of you, however, are compelled to attend the Combat Classes the next day during the afternoon at the Great Chamber. Absense to this class will not be tolerated and a fine of $400 dollars must be paid!
Proteus: Madness!!
Sig couldn't agree more, and his heart pounded with rage and frustration. How could this be happening to him!? Now with this new order, he's forced to become the thing he dreaded and hated most. Memories of murder and the monster his father had become made him feel sick all over. And the vow that he had made eversince that horrible night was nothing but a forsaken promise.
Sig: This can't be happening.........
Proteus: Well...so much for that, now eh, Sig? I guess we can't change the rules now, and I'm going to be a Metafor! Huh, imagine that! (Suddenly realizes his friend's frozen and shocked state) Sig? Hey, are you all right?
Sig: (Lying) I-I-I'm fine, Pro. Look, I've got to go home now.
Proteus: What?
Sig: I'm not very well.
Proteus: Fine, then. But are you coming to the Combat Classes tomorrow?
Sig didn't know what to answer, so he made a gesture that sort of resembled a nod and a shake of his head.
Proteus: Well, if you are, that's great. Meet me there at the Great Chamber at 12.30 tomorrow, okay?
Sig nodded quickly, then turned off to sprint out the door.
Sig and Proteus made their way through the chattering crowd and entered a huge, assembly chamber. Inside, Sig's eyes widened at the sight of so many people: the whole school had assembled in this one large room to decide whether they wanted to be a Peacemaker or a Metafor. He recognized a few, on not having many close friends. However, he spotted Fenris not too far away on the stage in front of them. He had grown much over the fifteen years, and was tall, handsome and broad. He wore the regal-looking scout- Sentinel uniform and pinned a finely polished badge on his chest which read clearly, 'YOUTH LEADER.'
Proteus: (Beckoning to Fenris) Look at that Fenris: if he's going to get any stiffer 'll hav to go there and dampen him myself.
Sig: (Chuckles slightly)
Proteus: (Taking a seat on the raised, assembly chairs) Well, this is it, Sig. I'm not sure if I'm prepared for this kinda thing. It usually takes a hours to get this all done......
Sig knew that, and nodded silently. Each and every Metamorphagan in this assembly hall must step forwards to the stage and state their choice to the important council-members. They will then ask them a few questions, and finally make them state an oath. The process is the same whether it was Peacemaker or Metafor. Sig glanced around the huge room, suddenly feeling apprehensive about the huge crowd.
Proteus seemed to notice.
Proteus: Look at this crowd...it's going to take ages for all this to finish.... I mean, it'll be seven hours per day stuffed in this room waiting for your name to be called. I've got more important things to do you know.
But Sig wasn't really listening to Proteus's complaints. He was too busy staring at the stage in front of him, eyeing the council members with a slight sense of distrust. He knew them; for they had once known Dante. Sig wondered what their reaction would be when he told them that he wanted to be a Peacemaker. It would surprise them very much, for Dante had once been a well-known and powerful Metafor.
The thought about that made Sig sick again, so he saved himself by listening to Proteus complaining.
As he got lost in his friend's endless chatter, the assembly started. The first few names were called out, and the young Metamorphagans concerned eagerly told the council members about their choices. After that, they were sent away after a few minutes of questioning.
Sig watched as one by one the young Metamorphagans went off towards the stage, and inevitably his eyes began to droop sleepily with boredom. But just as he was about to drop off, the council members called out loudly to the crowd, "Sigfried, son of Dante."
Proteus: (Rousing) Eh? What? Oh, Sig! It's your turn! By god, you're soo lucky!!
Sig's stomach cringed and he swallowed nervously. But then he slowly got up to his shaking legs and stood up to get out of his seat-
Suddenly the doors behind the crowd shot open, and Sig froze in his position. All eyes swivelled to the stranger at the opened doors, and uttered a few shocked gasps. Sig saw a small group of tall and austere looking Metamorphagans slowly entering the huge assembly chamber. The tallest was a strict looking person with steely grey eyes and dark hair, and he wore regal looking robes of dark scarlet and purple. Clutched in his claw-like hands was a paper scroll. Council Member: Kronos! Why, what are you doing here?
Kronos: (Stepping up towards the stage and looking rather coldly at the huge crowd of surprised Metamorphagans) Apparently, there has been a great change of plans, my dear Bron.
He turned to look at the crowd and opened the paper scroll, reading it loudly so that everybody could hear him:
Kronos: By order of the Circle, all Metamorphagans are to become Metafors from here on now, due to the increased number of Metalhead attacks on our city.
Sig: (Alarmed) WHAT?
Kronos: The status of 'Peacemaker' is hereby abolished, and a new code of systems are to be introduced. All young Metamorphagans are obliged to learn the ways of Metaforian Combat and to know how to Transform. If this action is ignored, the penalty is $10000 dollars in pay or three years imprisonment.
Bron: (Bewildered) Kronos? But-but what is the meaning of this?
Kronos: We have found nearby half our Sentinels dead near the Eco Valve down at the mines, and it is clear that Metalheads have penetrated our defenses.
The crowd heard this statement and gasped loudly in shock and horror.
Bron: But how can that be?!
Kronos: We are still unsure, but we need everyone in this city to be able to defend themselves incase more attacks persist. (Turning back to the crowd) You all may leave and return home now; there is no need to decide which faction you belong to. All of you, however, are compelled to attend the Combat Classes the next day during the afternoon at the Great Chamber. Absense to this class will not be tolerated and a fine of $400 dollars must be paid!
Proteus: Madness!!
Sig couldn't agree more, and his heart pounded with rage and frustration. How could this be happening to him!? Now with this new order, he's forced to become the thing he dreaded and hated most. Memories of murder and the monster his father had become made him feel sick all over. And the vow that he had made eversince that horrible night was nothing but a forsaken promise.
Sig: This can't be happening.........
Proteus: Well...so much for that, now eh, Sig? I guess we can't change the rules now, and I'm going to be a Metafor! Huh, imagine that! (Suddenly realizes his friend's frozen and shocked state) Sig? Hey, are you all right?
Sig: (Lying) I-I-I'm fine, Pro. Look, I've got to go home now.
Proteus: What?
Sig: I'm not very well.
Proteus: Fine, then. But are you coming to the Combat Classes tomorrow?
Sig didn't know what to answer, so he made a gesture that sort of resembled a nod and a shake of his head.
Proteus: Well, if you are, that's great. Meet me there at the Great Chamber at 12.30 tomorrow, okay?
Sig nodded quickly, then turned off to sprint out the door.