Six Warriors

A Spellon Castle - (Jack)

The room was silent for a brief moment, cut off only by the sound coming from the hallways. The bullhorns around the school were hooked up to an indoor radio, and it played a fun song, to Jack it sounded like some kind of "city pop" or even "french house", a mix of them two or something, which was kind of weird to hear there, in another world, but fun and familiar.

"You can't be the director." Fenrir finally told Monique "Alberich that is."

"Alberich?" Monique scoffed "Do you really think that worthless old man would be the headmaster of this century-old school? Where did you get that kid? Alberich is just a janitor."

"Oh sure janitor. So he was serious anyway. Of course he was." Fenrir leaned back in his chair, annoyed, to Jack he looked like a child when was upset. Fenrir started to mumble; "you can't be a good guy without getting screwed up nice. Great Fenrir, keep being a good guy, that's it."

Jack saw Monique approach Fenrir and whisper something in his ear, as if she were savoring some kind of revenge, while Fenrir looked away, frowning. She pulled away from him, and then said:

"So, you guys, despite all the advice, made a mess, didn't you? That's bad, very bad."

Jack rose from his chair.

"Okay, it's my fault" He said without looking anyone in the face, "this g**g of Odaiv was harassing me and my friends didn't let it go."

"How cute! Sacrificing for your little friends, eh?" Monique imitated a child's voice in a mocking way.

"You can't be a director!" Arthur finally growled, having been silent all this time just gritting his teeth in irritation, "look at your age, what are you? Fifteen? Still they say this is one of the best schools in the world, this looks like a big mishmash, that yes!"

"Shut up! Age doesn't mean anything, silly boy, I'm COMPETENT. But we're not here to judge the school, we're here to judge YOU."

"These idiots attacked us!" She yelled Arthur pointing to Odaiv and his friends as he got up from his chair, starting to get annoyed.

"It's a lie!" Odaiv defended himself with his nasalized voice and bad diction.

"Odaiv, I know who you are" Monique sighed "I know you like to pester the weaker ones. But I guess sir… what's your name again?"

"Arthur, the Stone Taurus!" She looked embarrassed and Jack felt the same.

"Mr. Arthur. I think our coordinator Amelia said that if they had any problems they would talk to her, or even solve a Fair Duel, but no... you delinquents can't, can you?"

"There was no way to notify the authorities," Jack said "they were blocking the way..."

"I don't want to know. There's no excuse. You're not a flower to smell either."

"You don't even know us!" roared Arthur.

"I know this friend of yours here" he pointed at Fenrir, "and he was aggressive with me, a noble, intelligent and pretty girl, I was just a poor victim of this weirdo kiddo's savagery."

"Fenrir?! Jack asked in astonishment.

"I just said what she was" Fenrir replied, indifferently "if she was offended, it means there is truth in what I said."

"What did you do Fenrir? Damn man, are you crazy?!"

"It was irritating to see her talking that way to the old man, all to get this Dominick's attention."

"Oh!" Monique was offended "How dare you? I don't need to go after any boy, I don't, I'm one of the most popular girls in this institution."

"Enough, Monique," said a voice Jack knew before. "Enough of this clowning!"

"Put yourself in your shoes, Professor Earnest!" Monique returned it.

Earnest the owl circled the room. The boys were excited and surprised to see the owl there. Ernest wore a monocle and a navy blue faculty cap.

"This little show will be over soon, spoiled girl," Earnest said with a stern voice, "the real Lady Spellon is coming."

The door slammed and a plump lady with cloud-white hair tied up in a bun entered. She wore a red crochet shawl, a white button-down shirt, and a dark gray skirt that reached to her calf. She was slightly hunchbacked but had a gentle look, her blue eyes behind her round, gold-rimmed glasses.

"G-grandma?!" Monique looked surprised.

"Well, well, my granddaughter," she said, smiling, "it seems like your job as interim director hasn't given you much time.

"You arrived so fast," Monique said, looking disappointed.

"Yes. Isn't it good?"

"Oh, yes good, very good" the girl frowned and crossed her arms, just as Fenrir had done moments before.

"So tell me what you decided to do with these poor students." The old woman asked and Monique's face then lit up again in a smile.

"Well… I… I say that Odaiv's g**g should clean the stables. As for our friend's g**g… er… Arthur or I don't know, should get a week's detention."

"This isn't fair" Ernest said "from what I hear they just defended themselves and..."

"They were to blame anyway!" The girl cried. "If not at least one of them will have to be detained, at least he will set an example for the others!" she looked at Fenrir. It was obvious what her purpose was there.

"Let them go." The old woman said. "For today they are released, a warning is enough" the boys celebrated.

"But grandma…"

"It's alright honey, I think newbies have learned their lesson."

Monique glared at Fenrir.

"I'm Headmistress Madeleine. The real Headmistress. Nice to meet you boys" and smiled sweetly, "remember, long before this territory was the prestigious academy, it was a Spellon Castle, owned by the Spellon House, so you may have Sure, my granddaughter Monique has a lot of power here, in my absence she has almost the powers of a principal, in addition she is an exemplary student and is vice president of the Student Council and president of the Journalism Club, she can also be very explosive and spoiled sometimes, so be careful with her. Now go, before my granddaughter convinces me otherwise."

The boys didn't think twice and left the room.

"There will be a return, you trash!" Odaiv threatened, as they left, "We have many members in this g**g, you will see! We are influential and powerful in here. You will see!" Saying this, he left, with his friends.

"Enemies and first fight on the first day of school, cool!" Arthur said with a smile, punching his own hand.