AN: I DON'T OWN RAGNAROK ONLINE…
This chapter has many French words in it…. XD
Chapter Deux: A Path is forged
Midgard Novice Academy
Ten-thirty in the Morning…
Theology Class
I'm Jibrelle Vehuia six years of age. Born in Payon, on the twenty-first day, of the second month on the third year of Freya. The gods of Valhalla had showered me many material things…but I especially thank them for my father, Azrael Vehuia of Juno.He is the son of Lord Xavier Vehuia; General of the Knights of Thor; and the former guild master of Guerriers de la Lumière and Lady Guinevere de la Croix, Captain of the Fifth squad of the Warriors of Frigg, and the founder of the guild Anges De la Mort. My father and I are the heirs of the said guilds. My mother Marielle Sophitia Yevon, is a blacksmith from the capital city of Prontera. I have scarce information about her, but my father told me, she died right after I was born.
I'm hoping to be an acolyte. Hoping to give service to the Lord Almighty, and be a Light to the Lost.
"There…" Jibrelle whispered to her mind, "…done!"
She went down the aisle; she looked left and right; observing her classmates who are writing their butts off. Jibrelle had a cocky look tainted on her face. She's the youngest of the graduating class; most of her classmates are twice of her age. She's got an intelligence quotient of two-hundred. So that explains it.
"Here, Monsieur Lumiere," said Jibrelle as she handed her term paper. "Très Bon, Mademoiselle Jibrelle" Monsieur Lumiere praised his star student, "You may go now"
"Merci beaucoup, professeur" Jibrelle replied, as she curtseyed. Then she exited along with her things.
Such a fine student… Monsieur Lumiere thought.
Outside the room Jibrelle exhaled a sigh of relief. "Oh thank Heavens, after two years of studying advanced theology…it pays off…now I hope I'll past the Clergy."
A nun came to her, and said, "Mon petite, the Arch Bishop wants see you now…he's going to interview you"
"Oui, Madame" she replied, and she followed.
Light penetrated from the stained glass walls. Each glass tells the story of the heroes and heroines of Valhalla.
The nun opened a door, "This way…"
As they entered, Jibrelle began to pray
Kyrie Elision
The scent of mirth engulfed the room…they were getting near.
Christi Elision
She saw this man, about his forties, sitting in a rosewood chair, and infront of him was an oak table. And the Crucifix was at his back.
Kyrie Elision
Grêle Mary complètement de grace
Le seigneur est avec vous
Béni êtes vous parmi des femmes
Mary sainte, mère de Dieu,
priez pour nous les sinners
maintenant et à l'heure de notre mort.
Jibrelle gulped, hoping not to embarrass her self infront of the Arch Bishop.
Amen…Amen…
"Vehuia, Jibrelle" the Arch Bishop said powerfully, "Welcome, Mon Petite"
"Bonjour…Your Grace" she said whilst kissing the Arch Bishop's hand.
"God Bless you" he said, as he gave the child a blessing.
"So… Jibrelle, you wanted to be an acolyte"
"Oui"
The Arch Bishop smiled, "Very well…why then"
"It's because" she said firmly, "I want to help…those who are lost, who are hurting, those who are blinded by pleasures, those who…suffered too much… just, like my…Papa…"
Jibrelle turned away after she made her statement. The arch bishop was touched, and astounded because of such a young age, she could think like that.
"Your papa?" he wondered, "what about your mama?"
Jibrelle creased her skirt, "Mama…" she sighed, "died along time ago…"
"I'm sorry…"
"It's nothing, Your Grace"
The Arch Bishop stood up and went in front of Jibrelle. She stood up, and knelt down, then clasped her hands.
"May the Lord be with you" the Arch Bishop said.
"And also with you" she replied, perfectly.
"Lift up your heart to the Lord"
"I've already lifted up"
After the credo, Arch Bishop began praying the "Apostle's Creed" in Latin. Jibrelle was also praying along.
A light flashed, and out came Jibrelle…the acolyte.