The darkest night before the morning star
Yes I was wrong about 'Boytown' being the best Australian comedy in years - I completely forgot about 'Kenny.' But I can say, without doubt, that 'Boytown' is the greatest Australian comedy since 'Kenny', hell, its the best Australian FILM since 'Kenny' (I don't know when 'Macbeth' came out but 'Boytown' is clearly a class above).
'My World' News:
Thursday (memory): After seeing 'Children of Men' and on my way back to the station I had to, yet again, run for my train. This time though I wasn't wearing thongs, I had sneakers and a long black greatcoat flowing behind me. I made my train.
Monday (result): Arsenal defeated Reading 0-4 (Arsenal was the away team). I worked.
Tuesday (24/10): I watched 'Harry Potter 3' (I can't remember the name of it - it had a fiery cup).
Wednesday (today): Now: West Brom vs Arsenal in the Carling Cup competition (I believe it is the first round). Later: Work. Will try to get comics, if I can't (and maybe if I can) I'll get CDs instead.
Story: Recap:
(This is the original opening)
They say that when Lord Ormand created the witchhunter fellowship it consisted solely of himself and his three sons. Other sources doubt this, they say that they weren't his sons and they just took his name, that there were four sons of Ormand, or even that they were all his daughters. From then on, to gain entry into the 'Cult of Ormand' one must either be a direct descendent of one of these primogenitors or marry one of the descendents. From its origin of four men in France it has now become a worldwide underempire. The only people who know of the cult are either in it or are conspiracy theorists. The cult now is less involved with stopping witches and fighting off demons, there are specially trained members for that and the cult is just too big for everyone to be doing that. Now there is research into the occult, in order to increase the power of those directly facing the enemies of the cult and to help those not involved with fighting to defend themselves if attacked magically, there is a small publishing group who, using the occult research, sends out copies of beneficial magics to all cult members and printed the defensive spellbook that every member gets when they turn eighteen and officially enter the cult. I happened to have lost my copy and now require a new one which is why I am returning to the 'head office' in France.
(This is the new opening - Anna is now going to get her book)
They say that when Lord Ormand created the witchhunter fellowship it consisted solely of himself and his three sons. Other sources doubt this, they say that they weren't his sons and they just took his name, that there were four sons of Ormand, or even that they were all his daughters. From then on, to gain entry into the 'Cult of Ormand' one must either be a direct descendent of one of these primogenitors or marry one of the descendents. From its origin of four men in France it has now become a worldwide underempire. The only people who know of the cult are either in it or are conspiracy theorists. The cult now is less involved with stopping witches and fighting off demons, there are specially trained members for that and the cult is just too big for everyone to be doing that. Now there is research into the occult, in order to increase the power of those directly facing the enemies of the cult and to help those not involved with fighting to defend themselves if attacked magically, there is a small publishing group who, using the occult research, hands out copies of beneficial magics to all cult members and printed the defensive spellbook that every member gets when they turn eighteen and officially enter the cult. I happened to have just turned eighteen and now require a copy; this is why I am approaching the 'head office' in France.
She was finally here. It took me ages to realise what I needed to find to fix what I had done but she was the start, she would help me complete my mission. It was only three months ago that I found out what was necessary in order for me to reattain my humanity and atone for my sins. Everyone returns here, I now need to get her alone so that I can speak to her privately, but how? The library is full of golems all listening for their master, anywhere else in the house would be dangerous for me to be seen in, she'd never enter my tunnels and the warroom is a secret that I have managed to keep for centuries. But I suppose that is not important yet, first is meeting her.
The taboo on in house magics was only lifted a few months ago and it lead to an increase in my power so easily that soon I will be master of the house regardless of the proper procedures. My golems are gathering the information I need from the library and soon I'll figure out what I need to complete my research and accede leadership. No one will oppose me.
"Marcus come here." I called to one of my pupils, an unwashed miscreant who I would be happier without.
He knelt in servitude before responding to my demands "Yes Master, what is it you require?"
"This," a book, "must be put in the library.."
"But, wouldn't you be..." He cut me off, then I did the same to him.
"This must be put in the library, and the golems cannot see me do it. It would be highly suspicious behaviour." I rage at him, speaking to me out of turn, such a fool. I continue, "It must be placed on the front desk with a random assortment of books. Do you understand?"
"Yes, I will do as you ask." He submits fully.
"May I ask why I'm doing this?" Insolent fool.
"No, just ensure it gets done."
After a long flight the hour it took to get to the House felt like nothing. I am excited, this is my first trip outside of America and I can't stop smiling. I arrive at the main building at just after four in the afternoon and can't help but stop and look at it. The brick walls peeking through a sea of ivy three storeys tall, and the walls seeming to extend beyond the horizon. To say looking at this house I felt small was an understatement, I felt unnecessary, like a single leaf of ivy noone would notice if it wasn't still there. Stop thinking, just go in and get the book. The foyer of the house is as impressive as the outside but I have a purpose, so I go to what appears to be a front desk to announce myself.
"Hello, I'm here to...." Trepidation echoed in my words.
"Name?" The clerk cuts me off.
"Anna Carres. I'm here to...." get cut off apparently.
"Take a seat and I'll get someone for you."
"But you don't even know why...."
"The Book." It appears she does know.
I slink away from the desk and slump myself into a chair. I don't know how long I waited but I must have fallen asleep.
"Anna?" I wake to a question from a tall gentleman with long flowing white hair, though he couldn't be more than forty.
"Um, yes that's me" I answer sleepily.
"Good. I am Henry Smith. Please follow me."
He walks away with pace and power in a long dark coat that hides his gaunt figure. I am still sleepy and forget to follow him and need to run to catch him.
"So, where are we going?" I ask so I don't have to endure an uncomfortable silence.
"The Library"
I can see them as they enter the library. They're talking to each other but I'm too far away to hear. The golems patrolling the library - half guard, half librarian - may see me if I try to get closer, and that would make it difficult for me to remain in the house.
The man spots a pile of books on the front desk and appears about to fly into a rage, he maintains his composure, though I have never seen him that close to losing control. He motions to one of the golems to come to him and hands it the stack of books. No, wait, all but one of the books. He takes one of the books, a magic book - the circle and pentagon on the cover indicate it as one of the house books yet the black cover and gold trimmings make it appear more important than the average handbook, I must have it - and puts it behind the front desk. And takes the girl further into the library. He takes one of the books off the shelf and gives it to her, a standard brown house text. She is not sure what to make of it and he smiles like the devil appearing to try and convince her it's all good. She appears to be repulsed by him, maybe she is the one to help me. This could be a fortunate coincidence, but I must move fast before she is corrupted into believing the lies in this house.
I move tonight. I cannot wait.
I bring her into the library so that we can have some private conversation, the golems can't actually hear anything. 'This house is not entirely what it seems.' I pick up some books that have been left on the front desk.
'What do you mean?' i hand most of the books to one of the passing golems.
'I mean that some people have hidden agendas, and that some people are not entirely human.'
'What?'
'The magic. It changes things. Any spell-casting can cause....' What's the word..... 'Corruption. Please hear me out, Every being begins life with a conscience, this is the voice within, defining right and wrong. For those who have a more spiritual leaning this would be the voice of the soul. The magic changes this. With every spell cast the voice is diminished - until one day it can no longer be heard. Then right and wrong have no meaning, everything and anything can be done by those without conscience.'
'So what you're saying is if I cast a spell - any spell - I would lose my soul?'
'Not entirely, but yes, that's exactly what I am saying.' I put the one remaining book behind the front desk.
'But what of those without souls?'
'They become the other - this world has monsters. That was why this house was created in the first place. Vampires, Zombies, Demons and others - we aren't sure of what specifically happens but it isn't good. Some say there are ways of retrieving a lost conscience, but they are generally at a cost of countless other souls.
'It is not something worth thinking about. Though do not forget it.'
'So what happens now?'
'I am to teach you magic.'
'But...'
'That doesn't mean you have to practice it.' I take a book off the shelf and hand it to her.
'That is now your's. A spellbook containing all the knowledge of the house that is appropriate for one starting out.'
'So nothing that will erode my soul?'
'It all does, these just won't destroy the world if you say something wrong.'
Final Thought: I just put my story into a word document - 3 pages - yay!
'My World' News:
Thursday (memory): After seeing 'Children of Men' and on my way back to the station I had to, yet again, run for my train. This time though I wasn't wearing thongs, I had sneakers and a long black greatcoat flowing behind me. I made my train.
Monday (result): Arsenal defeated Reading 0-4 (Arsenal was the away team). I worked.
Tuesday (24/10): I watched 'Harry Potter 3' (I can't remember the name of it - it had a fiery cup).
Wednesday (today): Now: West Brom vs Arsenal in the Carling Cup competition (I believe it is the first round). Later: Work. Will try to get comics, if I can't (and maybe if I can) I'll get CDs instead.
Story: Recap:
(This is the original opening)
They say that when Lord Ormand created the witchhunter fellowship it consisted solely of himself and his three sons. Other sources doubt this, they say that they weren't his sons and they just took his name, that there were four sons of Ormand, or even that they were all his daughters. From then on, to gain entry into the 'Cult of Ormand' one must either be a direct descendent of one of these primogenitors or marry one of the descendents. From its origin of four men in France it has now become a worldwide underempire. The only people who know of the cult are either in it or are conspiracy theorists. The cult now is less involved with stopping witches and fighting off demons, there are specially trained members for that and the cult is just too big for everyone to be doing that. Now there is research into the occult, in order to increase the power of those directly facing the enemies of the cult and to help those not involved with fighting to defend themselves if attacked magically, there is a small publishing group who, using the occult research, sends out copies of beneficial magics to all cult members and printed the defensive spellbook that every member gets when they turn eighteen and officially enter the cult. I happened to have lost my copy and now require a new one which is why I am returning to the 'head office' in France.
(This is the new opening - Anna is now going to get her book)
They say that when Lord Ormand created the witchhunter fellowship it consisted solely of himself and his three sons. Other sources doubt this, they say that they weren't his sons and they just took his name, that there were four sons of Ormand, or even that they were all his daughters. From then on, to gain entry into the 'Cult of Ormand' one must either be a direct descendent of one of these primogenitors or marry one of the descendents. From its origin of four men in France it has now become a worldwide underempire. The only people who know of the cult are either in it or are conspiracy theorists. The cult now is less involved with stopping witches and fighting off demons, there are specially trained members for that and the cult is just too big for everyone to be doing that. Now there is research into the occult, in order to increase the power of those directly facing the enemies of the cult and to help those not involved with fighting to defend themselves if attacked magically, there is a small publishing group who, using the occult research, hands out copies of beneficial magics to all cult members and printed the defensive spellbook that every member gets when they turn eighteen and officially enter the cult. I happened to have just turned eighteen and now require a copy; this is why I am approaching the 'head office' in France.
She was finally here. It took me ages to realise what I needed to find to fix what I had done but she was the start, she would help me complete my mission. It was only three months ago that I found out what was necessary in order for me to reattain my humanity and atone for my sins. Everyone returns here, I now need to get her alone so that I can speak to her privately, but how? The library is full of golems all listening for their master, anywhere else in the house would be dangerous for me to be seen in, she'd never enter my tunnels and the warroom is a secret that I have managed to keep for centuries. But I suppose that is not important yet, first is meeting her.
The taboo on in house magics was only lifted a few months ago and it lead to an increase in my power so easily that soon I will be master of the house regardless of the proper procedures. My golems are gathering the information I need from the library and soon I'll figure out what I need to complete my research and accede leadership. No one will oppose me.
"Marcus come here." I called to one of my pupils, an unwashed miscreant who I would be happier without.
He knelt in servitude before responding to my demands "Yes Master, what is it you require?"
"This," a book, "must be put in the library.."
"But, wouldn't you be..." He cut me off, then I did the same to him.
"This must be put in the library, and the golems cannot see me do it. It would be highly suspicious behaviour." I rage at him, speaking to me out of turn, such a fool. I continue, "It must be placed on the front desk with a random assortment of books. Do you understand?"
"Yes, I will do as you ask." He submits fully.
"May I ask why I'm doing this?" Insolent fool.
"No, just ensure it gets done."
After a long flight the hour it took to get to the House felt like nothing. I am excited, this is my first trip outside of America and I can't stop smiling. I arrive at the main building at just after four in the afternoon and can't help but stop and look at it. The brick walls peeking through a sea of ivy three storeys tall, and the walls seeming to extend beyond the horizon. To say looking at this house I felt small was an understatement, I felt unnecessary, like a single leaf of ivy noone would notice if it wasn't still there. Stop thinking, just go in and get the book. The foyer of the house is as impressive as the outside but I have a purpose, so I go to what appears to be a front desk to announce myself.
"Hello, I'm here to...." Trepidation echoed in my words.
"Name?" The clerk cuts me off.
"Anna Carres. I'm here to...." get cut off apparently.
"Take a seat and I'll get someone for you."
"But you don't even know why...."
"The Book." It appears she does know.
I slink away from the desk and slump myself into a chair. I don't know how long I waited but I must have fallen asleep.
"Anna?" I wake to a question from a tall gentleman with long flowing white hair, though he couldn't be more than forty.
"Um, yes that's me" I answer sleepily.
"Good. I am Henry Smith. Please follow me."
He walks away with pace and power in a long dark coat that hides his gaunt figure. I am still sleepy and forget to follow him and need to run to catch him.
"So, where are we going?" I ask so I don't have to endure an uncomfortable silence.
"The Library"
I can see them as they enter the library. They're talking to each other but I'm too far away to hear. The golems patrolling the library - half guard, half librarian - may see me if I try to get closer, and that would make it difficult for me to remain in the house.
The man spots a pile of books on the front desk and appears about to fly into a rage, he maintains his composure, though I have never seen him that close to losing control. He motions to one of the golems to come to him and hands it the stack of books. No, wait, all but one of the books. He takes one of the books, a magic book - the circle and pentagon on the cover indicate it as one of the house books yet the black cover and gold trimmings make it appear more important than the average handbook, I must have it - and puts it behind the front desk. And takes the girl further into the library. He takes one of the books off the shelf and gives it to her, a standard brown house text. She is not sure what to make of it and he smiles like the devil appearing to try and convince her it's all good. She appears to be repulsed by him, maybe she is the one to help me. This could be a fortunate coincidence, but I must move fast before she is corrupted into believing the lies in this house.
I move tonight. I cannot wait.
I bring her into the library so that we can have some private conversation, the golems can't actually hear anything. 'This house is not entirely what it seems.' I pick up some books that have been left on the front desk.
'What do you mean?' i hand most of the books to one of the passing golems.
'I mean that some people have hidden agendas, and that some people are not entirely human.'
'What?'
'The magic. It changes things. Any spell-casting can cause....' What's the word..... 'Corruption. Please hear me out, Every being begins life with a conscience, this is the voice within, defining right and wrong. For those who have a more spiritual leaning this would be the voice of the soul. The magic changes this. With every spell cast the voice is diminished - until one day it can no longer be heard. Then right and wrong have no meaning, everything and anything can be done by those without conscience.'
'So what you're saying is if I cast a spell - any spell - I would lose my soul?'
'Not entirely, but yes, that's exactly what I am saying.' I put the one remaining book behind the front desk.
'But what of those without souls?'
'They become the other - this world has monsters. That was why this house was created in the first place. Vampires, Zombies, Demons and others - we aren't sure of what specifically happens but it isn't good. Some say there are ways of retrieving a lost conscience, but they are generally at a cost of countless other souls.
'It is not something worth thinking about. Though do not forget it.'
'So what happens now?'
'I am to teach you magic.'
'But...'
'That doesn't mean you have to practice it.' I take a book off the shelf and hand it to her.
'That is now your's. A spellbook containing all the knowledge of the house that is appropriate for one starting out.'
'So nothing that will erode my soul?'
'It all does, these just won't destroy the world if you say something wrong.'
Final Thought: I just put my story into a word document - 3 pages - yay!
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