A relentless pounding on my bedroom door dragged me from the depths of sleep. Groaning, I wrestled my eyelids open, the blurry red numbers of my alarm clock swimming into focus: 7:23 AM.
"Crap! I'm going to be late!" I yelled, bolting upright in bed.
"Lance, hurry up, man!" Jordan's voice boomed through the door.
"Just a sec!" I yelled, a blur of motion as I slapped toothpaste on my brush, threw on clothes, and barely registered my reflection. I skidded out the door. "Appreciate you not leaving me behind," I said, still catching my breath, eyeing Jordan's leisurely coffee.
"No problem, but we gotta move!" Jordan yelled, practically shoving me out the door. "We'll never make it otherwise!"
Ten minutes of lung-burning sprinting later, the main building finally came into view, already buzzing with a crowd of nervous-looking first years. As we stumbled closer, I spotted Lexia, Elizabeth, and Jean amidst the crowd.
"Hey, you guys!" I called out, still slightly winded from our sprint, as we reached their group.
"Wow," Lexia said flatly, her arms crossed. "Look who finally decided to grace us with their presence."
"Hey, don't look at me!" Jordan chuckled, nudging me. "This sleepyhead here wouldn't answer the door, no matter how politely I knocked."
"No surprise there," Elizabeth said with a knowing smirk. "Getting Lance up usually involves a full-on mattress-flipping maneuver. It's the only way to dislodge him."
"Hey! It's only been three times," I protested, a playful edge to my voice. "Don't make it sound like a daily occurrence."
I glanced at Jean, who was giggling softly. She looked comfortable in a blue and black checkered flannel with rolled-up sleeves, a black tank top, black leggings, and skater shoes.
A flush crept up my neck as I looked at Jean. "Hey, Jean," I said, a little too quickly. "You look nice." Nice? Like a lamp is nice. Come on, brain, engage.
"Uh, thanks," she replied, her smile widening slightly.
"Seriously, man, just bite the bullet and ask her out!" Jordan stage-whispered, his voice carrying a little too well. I saw Jean's hands fly to her face, her cheeks blooming with a vivid blush.
Elizabeth's eyes narrowed, and her knuckles were already turning white as she drew back her arm. But before she could unleash her fury on Jordan, a low voice, distinct from the general murmur, sliced through the gathering.
"All first-year students please make your way inside and be seated," a calm, authoritative voice announced, cutting through the remaining chatter.
"Was that Mr. Griffon?" I murmured, scanning the crowd but not spotting the teacher.
"Doesn't matter," Jordan said dismissively, already shouldering his way past us. "Good seats are what's important. Let's go!"
We followed Jordan into the bustling main building, navigating the crowded hallways until we reached the large auditorium. Scanning the rows, we spotted an opening with enough seats for our entire group to sit together.
Within minutes, the auditorium filled with what looked like around 250 students. Humans were scattered amongst a captivating array of elvenkind: the distinctively blue-toned Night Elves, elegant High Elves, and the more grounded Wood Elves, alongside the familiar earth-toned beings. There were also the shorter, powerfully built individuals displaying intricate runic tattoos, and a group with strikingly pale complexions, impeccably tailored attire, and an unnerving stillness in their almost luminous eyes.
"Welcome, first years, to Taurus University." The Dean's voice boomed from the podium on the stage, causing an instant hush to fall over the chattering auditorium as everyone settled and turned their attention forward.
The Dean reiterated much of what he'd told me in the hospital – our nature, the school's purpose, and the various deities. However, he also revealed several crucial details I hadn't known: demon hunting would be part of our curriculum, we would soon be chosen by a deity as a sponsor, magic would be a core subject, and upon graduation, we'd have the choice between working for school-affiliated organizations or pursuing a life in the normal world.
"Once I've finished," the Dean announced, "you'll head to the Thalamum Dei." A murmur of anticipation rippled through the crowd.
"What's that mean?" I asked Jordan, my voice barely above a whisper to be heard over the growing murmur.
"Chamber of god in Latin," Jordan whispered back, barely moving his lips.
I opened my mouth to press Jordan for more details, but the sharp sound of the Dean clearing his throat silenced the murmurs.
"For those unfamiliar," the Dean continued, his voice regaining its authoritative tone, "the Cubiculum Dei is where you will be chosen by a deity. They will bestow upon you your blessed weapon and a unique power." He paused briefly, his gaze sweeping over the freshman class. "A word of caution: deities operate with a different perspective, often focused solely on results. Interpret their guidance carefully." With that, he concluded his speech.
We were already rising to our feet when the Dean's voice boomed again, seemingly remembering something important. "Oh! Almost forgot! The Fourth of July is coming up, so please, everyone, just be responsible. Dismissed." And with that, he strode off the stage.
We followed the flow out of the auditorium and down the hall until we reached an ancient-looking stone door, an anomaly in the otherwise modern architecture. The Night Elf at the front effortlessly opened it, and we filed through, descending a seemingly endless staircase for what felt like twenty minutes before finally arriving at the entrance of the Chamber of Gods.
The staircase emptied into a vast chamber easily large enough for all the first years. A sense of unease settled over me; the room was dimly lit by flickering wooden torches mounted on the stone walls. At the far end, the doorway to the Chamber itself glowed brightly, illuminated by four enormous, seemingly fuel-less pyres, obscuring the door's details. My gaze swept across the room, finally settling on two colossal, hooded statues clad in what appeared to be plate armor, each gripping a massive sword in a pose of silent guardianship.
As we started to form a line, a teacher I didn't recognize approached the front. She had her brown hair pulled back in a neat ponytail, wore a smart-looking sport jacket over a blue blouse, and practical black khakis.
"My name is Magister Wells," she stated firmly, her gaze sweeping down the line. "I am your godly studies teacher and in charge of this event. You will proceed one at a time. Stand in the magic circle before the door, enter, meet your sponsoring deity, and exit when the doors open, then head outside."
Excitement buzzed through the forming lines as students speculated about their potential patrons. "I'm hoping for Zeus, Jupiter, Ra, Odin, or maybe even Hanuman," Elizabeth declared.
"Don't get your hopes too high," Jordan said, a knowing look on his face. "Some of those gods rarely choose anyone. You might have a shot with Hanuman, though, if he sees something special in you."
"I'm hoping for Belatucadros, the Celtic god of war," Jordan said, a hopeful smile spreading across his face. "My entire family is sponsored by different war gods and goddesses."
"I'm hoping for Thanatos," Lexia said with a soft smile.
Jean tilted her head slightly, a thoughtful expression on her face. "Thoth seems interesting... or perhaps Hecate."
Our conversation must have stretched on, because suddenly, it was my turn. I walked forward slowly towards the door, its surface a breathtaking tapestry of engravings depicting pivotal moments from various faiths. A few feet ahead lay a circle etched with intricate symbols, and I stepped inside.
A beat passed, and then the massive doors creaked open. I glanced back at my friends, who all nodded and gestured for me to proceed. Taking a breath, I stepped into the room – a surprisingly plain circular space of stone brick. Behind me, the doors began to grind shut, and the room plunged into darkness.
The darkness was absolute, swallowing all light. Silence pressed in, as if my ears had stopped working. Then, a low, guttural voice rumbled through the void. "We meet again, Child."
I spun around, trying to locate the voice, but the darkness remained absolute. Then, a booming laugh erupted from all directions, growing in intensity until the low vibrations became physically painful, forcing my hands to cover my ears. A sudden flash of light pierced the darkness, and the agonizing sound vanished. When my vision cleared, a flaming sword stood embedded in the ground before me. Without hesitation, I reached out to take it.
"I wouldn't do that, Lance," a voice, seemingly both near and far, warned from behind. I spun around, and my jaw dropped. A man in luminous silver armor, highlighted with flowing white fabric, hovered with an otherworldly grace a few feet off the ground. His long, black, curly beard and equally long black hair seemed to drift in a non-existent breeze, and his eyes shone with a brilliant, internal white light. But the sight that truly captivated me was the magnificent span of two enormous eagle wings extending from his back.
"The last time I permitted a mortal to touch my blade," he said calmly, his gaze unwavering, "it ended in catastrophe."
My voice was a little shaky, a mixture of awe and fear. "Who... who are you?" I stammered, instinctively retreating a step.
"I am known as the archangel Uriel, and I have chosen you." I stared, utterly dumbfounded. Uriel's white eyes narrowed slightly. "You seem... a little disappointed."
"Well, to be honest," I said, trying to keep my tone respectful, "they specifically mentioned gods choosing us. You're... just an angel." I hoped he wouldn't take it the wrong way, especially with that flaming sword nearby.
Uriel chuckled, a warm sound that eased some of my tension. "Do not worry, child. I understand your confusion." He paused, his white eyes studying me intently. "Think of it this way: the other archangels act as sponsors. The ultimate authority can't directly interfere due to certain... regulations."
"Why?" I asked, my curiosity piqued despite my initial confusion.
"That will be covered in your studies," Uriel replied, his attention already shifting. "Now, extend your hand."
I shrugged and extended my hand. The chamber erupted in a flash of light and a deafening clap of thunder. When my vision cleared, a silver sword lay in my grasp, its blade etched with Latin script. The guard resembled spreading wings, and the wooden grip was capped with a vibrant red gem at the hilt.
"Your power," Uriel explained, "is the ability to rally your allies in battle. But it's a potent tool, to be used only in direst need. It lasts for thirty minutes, and it takes a toll on your body. However, as you grow stronger, new abilities will open up to you."
I nodded, processing the information. My dreams... I needed to ask him about them. Surely he would know. But before I could form the words, Uriel spoke, as if plucking the thought straight from my mind.
"Unfortunately," Uriel said, his gaze softening with what looked like pity, "the knowledge you seek... all I can offer is that they are visions. But know this: whenever a Bellator has experienced visions, destruction has always followed. You must strive to prevent your visions from coming to pass." A deep sadness clouded his features, as if he foresaw a grim destiny.
"Our time is up; I must depart," Uriel stated, his form beginning to fade into the surrounding darkness. "Call upon your sword whenever you have need of it. Farewell, Lance. May fortune favor you." As he vanished completely, the heavy doors creaked open.
I turned and walked out of the chamber, heading for the long staircase. I ascended the steps and made my way to the building's exit, deciding to wait for my friends outside. It wasn't long before Elizabeth emerged and came over to where I was standing. "Hey, how did it go?" I asked.
A bright grin spread across Elizabeth's face, her eyes sparkling. "You won't believe it! It was a bit strange, but I got chosen by Ares – you know, the Greek god of war!"
"Wow," I said, a hint of awe in my voice. "That must have been terrifying... in a cool way." A pang of jealousy flickered through me.
She chuckled. "Oh, it was for a second. He tried to be all intimidating." She then puffed out her chest and deepened her voice in a mock growl. "'THERE AIN'T NO WAY A LITTLE GIRL IS WORTHY OF MY POWER!'"
A knot of anxiety tightened in my stomach. "You... fought a god of war?" I asked, hoping she was just kidding around.
"Oh yeah," she confirmed casually, a slight frown creasing her brow. "He didn't exactly fight me at full power, though."
I chuckled. "Leave it to you, Elizabeth, to be disappointed that a god took it easy on you."
A sly smile played on Elizabeth's lips. "Hey, I don't care. I could've taken him. Besides, he gave me this really cool spear and said he wants a rematch once I'm stronger."
Our conversation was cut short as I saw Jordan standing a little ways off, talking to his older sister Alice. His shoulders were slumped, and his expression was downcast, while Alice had a hand on his arm, speaking softly. "Hey, Jordan, how did it go?" I called, concerned. He slowly walked towards us, his disappointment evident in his every step.
"It was awful," Jordan choked out, his voice thick with unshed tears. "My parents are going to absolutely kill me."
"Why? What happened?" Elizabeth asked, her brow furrowing with concern.
He sighed heavily. "Like I said, it's a family thing. Everyone, for generations, gets picked by a war god." He paused, trying to compose himself. "I got... Apollo." His face twisted into a grimace.
"Come on, man," Elizabeth said encouragingly. "That's not bad at all! God of archery, medicine, and the sun? That's awesome!"
"Oh yeah?" Jordan said, a strained smile flickering across his lips. "And who ended up choosing you?"
"Hey guys, guess what!" Jean called out, running towards us with a wide, beaming smile.
"Hey, Jean!" I said, relieved by the interruption. "Perfect timing. Spill it – who was your deity?"
A truly lovely smile bloomed on Jean's face, her eyes sparkling with happiness. "I got The Dagda!" she exclaimed. "The Celtic god of magic!"
"Awesome choice!" Elizabeth grinned. "But hey, just so you know, The Dagda's not just magic! He's also the big guy in charge of abundance, the cycle of life, and raw power!"
Jean turned her attention fully to Jordan, her brow furrowing. "Yeah, you look upset. What's wrong?"
"Don't worry about it," Jordan said, offering a smile that didn't quite reach his eyes. "I'll be fine."
Before Jean could press Jordan further, Lexia walked over and wrapped Elizabeth in a hug. "Hey," Elizabeth said, returning the embrace, "how did it go?"
Lexia's smile vanished, her face becoming grim. "The Grim Reaper," she stated flatly. "Can we please get out of here now? I'm starving."
"That sounds terrifying," I said, a shiver running down my spine. "Did you actually speak to it?"
Before Lexia could reply, Aaron strolled over, a knowing smile on his face. "Hey, did you kids have a good time in there?" he asked.
Clearly disturbed by her encounter, Lexia abruptly turned and walked away. "I should go make sure she's okay," Elizabeth said with concern, already turning to follow. "Text me where you guys end up; I'll join you after."
"Ah, seems someone drew the short straw with their deity," Aaron commented with a knowing sigh. "Anyway, Nox is back at the clubhouse, whipping up some lunch and drinks for you all. Come on, time to celebrate your... sponsorships." We followed him over to the clubhouse and settled around a table outside.
"So, who ended up picking you all?" Nox asked, setting down a tray laden with drinks and sandwiches.
"I got The Dagda!" Jean exclaimed, her smile still bright.
"Nice," Nox said, settling into the empty chair. "He's a real powerhouse. You'll have a ton of options, Jean. Train hard, and you could become incredibly powerful."
"And what about you, Jordan?" Nox inquired, leaning across the table.
Jordan looked away, his face twisting into a sour expression. "I really don't want to talk about it."
"He got Apollo," Elizabeth announced as she and Lexia joined our table.
"He's just bummed he didn't get a war god," Elizabeth explained, settling into a chair with Lexia. "Don't take it personally, Nox."
"Oh, the profound tragedy of not being chosen by someone who enjoys smashing things," Aaron remarked, a wry smile playing on his lips. "However, let's not dismiss the subtle artistry of projectile weaponry. With your rather impressive speed and that agility of yours, you might just discover you can even take on Alice."
"Thanks," Jordan mumbled, still looking a little downcast.
And you, Lance?" Aaron asked, a sly smile playing on his lips.
"Well," I said, a little awkwardly, "it's a bit strange, but I got the Archangel Uriel."
"Nice!" Nox exclaimed, her voice booming with approval.
Aaron chuckled, shaking his head slightly in amusement. "Well, Lance, aren't you just a box of unexpected delights?" He gave me a definite nod of approval.
"Is it really that impressive?" I asked, a little taken aback by their enthusiasm.
"There are certain beings that rarely choose to sponsor anyone, like the big gods think Zeus, Odin, Ra, and some others that offer major power, Arch Angels fall into that group." Nox explained.
"Way to go, Lance!" Elizabeth cheered, punctuating her words with a friendly punch to my arm.
"Ow," I grumbled, rubbing the spot where she'd hit me.
"So, Elizabeth," Aaron asked, "who ended up choosing you?"
Elizabeth dramatically placed a foot on the table, pointing skyward with one hand. "Ares! Greek god of war!" she declared loudly. "Together, no foe is safe! We are all-powerful!" A wild cackle escaped her lips. Everyone stared at her with slight horror, except for me, used to her antics, and Lexi, who offered a small, approving smile.
"Right," Aaron said, a hint of amusement in his voice. He then turned to Lexi, a gentle smile on his face. "And how about you, Lexia honey? Who did you get?"
A palpable darkness emanated from Lexia, swirling around her. "Don't call me honey!" she snapped, her voice sharp as the dark aura intensified, now resembling tendrils of black smoke coiling around her.
A wave of dread chilled me, and I instinctively recoiled from the table. Others followed suit, leaving only Aaron, Lexia, and Elizabeth seated. Aaron stroked his chin, his gaze fixed on Lexia. Just as Lexia seemed poised to attack, Elizabeth swiftly grabbed her arm, pulling her into a tight embrace. "Lexi, please! Stop this. These are our friends. You're scaring me," Elizabeth pleaded, her voice trembling slightly.
After a tense few moments, the dark aura began to fade. Lexia stood there, her eyes closed, and returned Elizabeth's embrace. "I'm sorry for scaring you," she said apologetically. "I just have so much on my mind; I don't know what came over me." Lexia then released Elizabeth and turned to face Aaron.
"I'm sorry I snapped at you like that," Lexia said, rubbing her arm self-consciously, a faint blush rising on her cheeks.
"It's fine, Lexi," Aaron said, holding up a hand in a gesture of reassurance, a warm grin spreading across his face. "I get it. The ceremony can be a bit unsettling."
"I just..." Lexia began, her voice low as she sank into the chair, arms crossed, her gaze fixed on the table. "I don't know what to do. I got the Grim Reaper as my sponsor, and ever since, I haven't felt like myself. It's like something is trying to take over."
"Hey, don't worry. You are not the first or last person to feel like this. So take this drink relax and enjoy your amazing company." he said, a split second of concern flashing across his face before he quickly masked it with a reassuring smile, putting a drink in her hand and ushering us all to join back at the table.
A few strained moments gave way to a comfortable rhythm of jokes and stories, the air filled with genuine laughter that stretched on until the moon reigned supreme in the night sky. "Alright, alright," Aaron chuckled, pushing himself to his feet. "My precious little fledglings need their rest. Big day of... well, things tomorrow."
"Yeah," I said, a hint of disbelief and excitement in my voice as we all began to stand. "Can't believe some of our classes start tomorrow."
"Best believe it," Nox affirmed, wobbling slightly as she pushed herself to her feet. "And you don't want to be late. Remember, these extra classes will help you train to be strong Bellators."
"Nox, sweetheart," Aaron said softly, gently guiding her back into her chair. "Just rest here for a moment. I won't be a second; I want to make sure you get inside safely." He leaned down and pressed a tender kiss to her cheek.
Aaron led us around the side of the house, away from the backyard and towards the road. We exchanged goodbyes, but just as we were about to step onto the pavement, he stopped us.
"Actually, Lexia," Aaron said, his tone shifting slightly, "could you hang back for a moment? There's something I need to talk to you about."
"Sure," Lexia said, turning back towards Aaron. "Come on, Elizabeth."
"Sorry, no," Aaron said, his usual relaxed expression replaced by a stern look. "Just you, Lexia."
"Um, yeah, sure," Lexia replied, glancing back at Elizabeth. "I'll meet you back at the dorm, okay?" Elizabeth nodded, and we started our walk back.
"So," Jordan said, his hands clasped behind his head as he took exaggerated steps, "what do you think that was all about?"
"Who knows," I shrugged, "he probably just wants to make sure she's alright after that little episode."
"That wasn't like her at all," Elizabeth said, a visible shudder running through her. "I have no idea what that was."
A few minutes later, we were back at the dorm. Elizabeth said she'd wait for Lexi in the common area. Jordan and I nodded and went to our separate rooms. The moment I lay down, sleep claimed me instantly