Part 1 of 3 chapters. Sorry if it doesn't make that much sense right now. XD

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Inquisition: Part 1/3

A female monk slammed her hand down unto Gertrude Vanderbilt's desk, and gestured wildly into the air. "Headmistress Vanderbilt! I've noticed that Grey Wilde has gone beyond my expectations. He's been advancing at an exhilarating rate! He's way ahead than the most of the other students. He wields his arnis (1) sticks like they were part of him!"

The headmistress looked at Lana Alarius, coach of the arnis team and a teacher of biology, over the tops of her half-moon glasses. "I see. And what do you propose I do about it?" She asked, a gray eyebrow arching into a puzzled expression.

Lana smiled and put her hands on her hips. "Well, headmistress… There just happens to be an arnis competition next week. I was just wondering if Grey could be our contestant. To ready him for the event, I was thinking that perhaps I could… Take some of Grey's class time? I could use that extra time for extra training sessions." The young monk's smile grew wider and she drew her hands together for an innocent-looking and pleading pose.

The headmistress shook her head at the monk's antics and shrugged. "Fine, fine. Just make sure that Mr. Wilde is agreeable. Don't worry, I'll call him into my office later."

The blonde biology teacher mock-saluted. "Yes, Ma'am! Thanks lots!"

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Prophesy Hyrule sat outside the headmistress's office, casually stretching out his legs. Yes, his outward appearance may have made it seem like he was relaxing at the park, but inside, he was nervous. Very nervous. 'Why did I have to skip out on my trigonometry class? I should've just stayed like Natsumi and Satsuki wanted me to.' He sighed forlornly as he remembered why.

During his last free period, he wandered around Prontera and accidentally bumped into a cute, red-headed swordswoman named Amfielle. So enthralled was he that he agreed to meet with her at Prontera's grand fountain at 1-o'clock the next day. He had forgotten that he had class that day. Well, needless to say, he had spent his trigonometry period sitting down on a bench in front of the fountain, holding 2 melting ice cream cones, listening to the sound of water trickling from the fountain, and fighting the urge to go to the bathroom, lest Amfielle show up.

When he trudged back to the church, hot, sweaty, and with 2 sticky hands that smelled of vanilla and strawberry, he was met with the not-so-welcoming figure of his mathematics teacher, Vincent Frost, leaning against the large wooden front door of the church, his arms crossed and his eyebrows furrowed.

He was sent immediately to the headmistress' office, or rather, outside it. He waited on the cloth-covered seats, his eyes darting nervously from painting to painting, as he waited for the room's wooden door to open and seal his fate.

He looked up as the dreaded door opened. A green-haired head poked out of it, purple eyes sparkling, lips formed into a mischievous smile. One of his teachers, Lana Alarius, smiled brightly at him then traipsed down the hallway, swinging her arms so exuberantly that people walking along the halls pressed their backs against the walls when she passed them.

The door of the headmistress' office gaped widely at him, and Prophesy could clearly see Miss Vanderbilt sitting behind her desk, beckoning him with a pale and bony finger.

The blue-haired acolyte gulped loudly and slowly trudged into her office, closing the door behind him. He sat down on the surprisingly comfortable leather chair and shot a glance at the headmistress. She was staring at him gravely over her glasses. Nothing was said. Prophesy was starting to get uncomfortable.

Finally, Gertrude Vanderbilt started to talk. "Mister Hyrule. I have received word that you have been cutting classes." Prophesy gulped and shifted uneasily in the chair. The headmistress clasped her hands and placed them on her desk, her eyes never leaving her student's face. "Explain yourself." The boy fidgeted some more and placed his hands on his lap. His hands were shaking.

"I… I…"

"You have been charged with a very serious offense, Mister Hyrule. Very serious." The student swallowed. Hard. "Do you know what the school's punishment for such an offense is, Mister Hyrule?" Prophesy shook his head. His school's headmistress stood up and walked over to a closet, her skirts swishing softly as she moved. She opened the closet, and in the shadows, Prophesy could make out something very long with a large, sharp-looking head. Miss Vanderbilt ran her hand across the back wall of the closet, which was swathed in shadows, and he heard the jingle of metal knocking on metal. Somehow, the sound wasn't merry at all, but was deep and sinister. Proph felt his soul fill with dread.

She reached up to pull the chain that turns on the closet light, but her hand stopped when the heavy oak door of her office slammed open.

"Headmistress!" James Metcalfe, one of the teachers working in the Parish, was stooped over, trying to catch his breath. "H-Headmistress! Statue… Garden… It ju-ju-just…"

Miss Vanderbilt hastily closed the closet and hurried over to James. "What is it? What happened?" She patted him on the back a few times and repeated her question. "What happened, James?"

After awhile, the handsome young priest brought himself up to his full height. Prophesy noticed that he was more than a head taller than the aging headmistress. "Headmistress. Someone has vandalized the statue of the goddess Eir. It is nearly split into two! And to add insult to injury, The hoodlums have even sprayed graffiti all over it!" The mother superior gasped out loud and bustled out the door. After a second, she poked her head into the room again.

"James! What are you waiting for? We have to hurry!" James Metcalfe nodded and rushed past her. Miss Vanderbilt swiveled her gaze to Prophesy, and exhaled noisily. "You, young man, will have two weeks of extra cleaning and cooking duties. Be happy that I let you off easy this time. Remember that I will not tolerate any other misbehaviors from you again!" She paused, then added, "Please tell Mister Wilde that I want to see him as soon as possible." She then bustled off toward the gardens, her skirt swishing noisily as she ran.

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(1) Arnis – The ancient weapon art which uses two sticks of equal length, twirled in "weaving" fashion for blocking and striking.