The ABC story

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Callings and Creeds

Agent Callings just weren’t his thing. Buttresses soared over his head as great winged creatures, blotting out the sunlight as he walked, gathering his thoughts and trying to digest this new assignment. Callings always caught him in rare form, but this one served both as a source of wonder and uncertainty. Difficult as it was to understand Their reasoning, Alan could begin to feel the rising excitement of a new mission, and just as quickly suppressed it to keep his face from flushing. Emotions were a sign of chaos and rebellion, and he had not worked so hard and for so long to forfeit his position. Finding his own door, Alan slowly but deliberately pushed through the door, with poetic emphasis, and quietly shut it behind him. Grabbing his pristine suitcase, he pensively and reverently threw things together for the three day journey, almost as if he was building a shrine of parting, knowing that before he could venture out, he’d have to appear before Them again to make his Calling official. Holidays were typically the only occasion one of the Sanctuary had to travel, and such were rare, making the prospect of a trip exciting. Ignoring his feeble emotions, Alan moved with quiet determination as he heard a knock on his great oak door, almost as if its source was unsure whether or not it wanted to alert him. Jumping to the door realizing it could be one of the brethren, he swung the door open. Keeping himself composed, he scanned the threshold, and hallway, to find no one there, though there was something that caught his eye. Lurking in the shadows of a great marble pillar stood, or rather hunched, a wizened old man in rags, shaking in his age and muttering under his breath while pointing directly at Alan. “Might I ask who you are,” asked Alan.“Never you mind boy, but I have something of yours.”Obviously confused and a little angry, Alan took a step forward trying to see the old man more fully, wondering what it could possibly be that he took.“Please return it to me now,” Alan said with determined force.“Quite the request boy, but it was you who gave it up.”Realizing the beggar’s words were cryptic in nature, Alan’s eyes narrowed in frustrated misunderstanding. Slightly annoyed, Alan took another few steps towards the old man, to try and reason with him.“Try as you might boy, you won’t wrest it from me, especially if you understand that it has to be fought for and earned, your gift.”Understanding swept across Alan’s face, realizing what this man was, who he was, what he represented.“Vile rebel, get out of here before I call the Statutories and have you hanged!”Wildly the old man spun around and laughed a wicked laugh, a doomed man with nothing left to give. “Xylene and ice, Master Priest!” yelled the beggar, as he ran down the hall cackling and finding his way to the nearest window, flung himself through the curtains and down to a death in the streets. Yelling for the Statutories, Alan ran to the window, and grimaced, not only for the old man’s sake, but also for the very reason Alan didn’t call for the Statutories in the first place. Zeal was often the cause for misplaced hatred and strictness, and Alan, though faithful to the Pact, felt at times, the rebels had a point, and wondered whether or not his faith was well placed…

This was a paper we had to do in english comp. Take the each letter of the alphabet and write a 26 sentance paper using each one once at the beginning with the sentance