Bastian ran a finger over the mask, thinking.
He didn't notice the soft static hiss from his mirror, telling him someone wanted to talk to him but was too lazy to walk down the hall to see him. Typical of the High Masters, who liked to enforce a kind of separation between them and other Guardians.
Bastian turned, looked at the mirror as it clouded over, and waited.
The glass of the mirror began to crack and spiderweb all over, whoever was trying to contact him was trying a little too hard. Then a person appeared, in total shadow so that all Bastian could see was glowing green eyes, a wide brimmed hat and a shimmer of gold at the waist of the creature. There was something there, a gold disc with a grinning skull emblazoned on it.
Then he heard it speak, it echoed as every mirror in the Enclave must have been speaking as one.
"Ladies and Gentleman of the United Kingdom. We are beset by a crisis most dire, the ones who swore to guard magic and monsters, and with the policing of those among you who may be gifted with the power of magic or cursed by a monstrous curse, are no longer protecting you. I speak directly to those among you who have been persecuted, harassed and, perhaps, even slain...only to be returned to undeath and suffer more under the hands of humanity. I come to tell you that tonight marks the beginning of three nights of terror, culminating on one act which shall make us even with the mortal humans and throw any hatred away and replace ti with fear. I call to those who are unsure of their allegiance to consider that there is not room in the new world to come for all. Only those who choose to follow me will be saved from the pain and the terror, and those who goad the masses into death mobs will be dealt with. At first light of the third day, come to the hills that overlook our fair London. There the black feather will be given and you will all be cleansed and made anew. To fight for good and to banish evil. You have three days. Ashlardi'im."
The mirror then shattered explosively, sending shards of glass flying everywhere. Bastian picked up the mask and ran into the courtyard, Guardians were milling about, confused. Glass had fallen from the skylights and everywhere glass crunched underfoot. He heard people shouting that glass everywhere had been hijacked by the strange image. High Master Arcturus was calming the mass of Guardians below in the courtyard, and as Bastian approached he heard Arcturus shout, go back to your rooms and remain calm. I promise this will be looked in to, in the mean time aeromancers if you could please help clean up this glass."
Bastian said "Can I help with anything?"
But Arcturus shook his head, his crimson cloak covered in shiny glass shards.
"No, Sebastian, go back to your room and sleep."
The mask made a symbol appear, a frowning face, followed by a question mark.
"I don't know, either Kin." replied Bastian.
He didn't notice the soft static hiss from his mirror, telling him someone wanted to talk to him but was too lazy to walk down the hall to see him. Typical of the High Masters, who liked to enforce a kind of separation between them and other Guardians.
Bastian turned, looked at the mirror as it clouded over, and waited.
The glass of the mirror began to crack and spiderweb all over, whoever was trying to contact him was trying a little too hard. Then a person appeared, in total shadow so that all Bastian could see was glowing green eyes, a wide brimmed hat and a shimmer of gold at the waist of the creature. There was something there, a gold disc with a grinning skull emblazoned on it.
Then he heard it speak, it echoed as every mirror in the Enclave must have been speaking as one.
"Ladies and Gentleman of the United Kingdom. We are beset by a crisis most dire, the ones who swore to guard magic and monsters, and with the policing of those among you who may be gifted with the power of magic or cursed by a monstrous curse, are no longer protecting you. I speak directly to those among you who have been persecuted, harassed and, perhaps, even slain...only to be returned to undeath and suffer more under the hands of humanity. I come to tell you that tonight marks the beginning of three nights of terror, culminating on one act which shall make us even with the mortal humans and throw any hatred away and replace ti with fear. I call to those who are unsure of their allegiance to consider that there is not room in the new world to come for all. Only those who choose to follow me will be saved from the pain and the terror, and those who goad the masses into death mobs will be dealt with. At first light of the third day, come to the hills that overlook our fair London. There the black feather will be given and you will all be cleansed and made anew. To fight for good and to banish evil. You have three days. Ashlardi'im."
The mirror then shattered explosively, sending shards of glass flying everywhere. Bastian picked up the mask and ran into the courtyard, Guardians were milling about, confused. Glass had fallen from the skylights and everywhere glass crunched underfoot. He heard people shouting that glass everywhere had been hijacked by the strange image. High Master Arcturus was calming the mass of Guardians below in the courtyard, and as Bastian approached he heard Arcturus shout, go back to your rooms and remain calm. I promise this will be looked in to, in the mean time aeromancers if you could please help clean up this glass."
Bastian said "Can I help with anything?"
But Arcturus shook his head, his crimson cloak covered in shiny glass shards.
"No, Sebastian, go back to your room and sleep."
The mask made a symbol appear, a frowning face, followed by a question mark.
"I don't know, either Kin." replied Bastian.
