Casey Ryan-Jones Casey (Move your mouse to reveal the content) Casey (open) Casey (close) Daily prayers were done and dusted, but Casey remained in the pews of the church. As other church members left, going off to do their midday training or teaching sessions, Casey stayed seated, staring up at the monolithic stained glass windows. Unlike the traditional scenes that other church windows displayed, these windows depicted mythical creatures being slain by glowing warriors. Three-headed beasts, half-man half-wolf abominations, pale ghouls covered in blood. All of the were being slain by cross-wearing people of light – the hunters of the church. “Casey,” A rough voice said, prompting Casey to look away from the windows. Father Black was stood beside her, dressed in his usual priest attire. Looking around, Casey found that she and Black were the only two people left, everyone else having now cleared out. She realised that now was one of the best moments to bring up her concerns and questions, the thoughts that had been plaguing her for a while now. “When will I do all that?” Casey asked, gesturing toward the stained glass windows. She was nineteen now and knew about her responsibilities as a hunter. She had received training, had been taught the way of light. And yet, she still hadn't gone out into the world and hunted the supernatural beings that existed in the shadows. The young woman yearned for a fight, craved to follow her chosen path. But she couldn't. She had been held back due to her lack of experience and the need for a partner. Father Black had explained this many times, and she expected him to give her the same spiel he always did. However, this time seemed different. He took a seat beside her, a slight smile gracing his lips. His age showed in the wrinkles on his face, and he was well past his days as a hunter. Nowadays, he taught the new recruits and sought out the chosen ones, listening to the words of the gods and goddesses as they gave him the names of those they had selected to be hunters. Taking a deep breath, Father Black began to speak. “You may not have to wait long. The higher beings have spoken to me, and they told me of a new chosen one. She is the same age as you, and whilst she does not have nearly as much training as you, her abilities show a lot of potential.” Casey was more than intrigued. She raised an eyebrow and smiled, glad to hear of this new recruit. “Where is she?” Casey was desperate to go out and hunt, and she knew that the only way she could do that was if they found this new chosen girl. “She is yet to be approached,” Father Black replied. He stood up from his seat and motioned for Casey to follow him as he walked through the pews, the young woman doing so as she listened to him. “Her powers are developing, and we need to teach her how to use them before they get out of hand. And as you know, those who are not approached soon are often turned into targets. For her sake and ours, we need to find her and bring her to the church. Since she is planned to be your partner, I have decided that I want you to come with me, Casey.” Casey stopped in her tracks, Father Black stopping shortly after her and turning to watch her. She couldn't believe that he was asking her to come with him – approaching chosen ones was usually reserved for the elders and most powerful members of the church, and the opportunity was something to be valued. “Really?” She questioned, grinning. “Of course. You need to meet your partner as soon as possible, after all.” The two of them continued to walk, Casey trying her best to conceal her excitement. She was looking forward to finally going out there and taking on the supernatural beasts that roamed the world, more so than actually meeting her partner. Sure, she wanted to see who she would be teaming with, but her main concern was fulfilling her destiny as a hunter. The two of them exited the main church building and went out into the small front courtyard. The day was rather dreary, the sky a light grey colour. Clouds had come in – it was going to rain. But that wouldn't ruin Casey's mood. Besides, she liked it when the days were darker and greyer. There was a slight chill to the air, causing goosebumps to form on Casey's bare arms. But not even that could faze her, the young woman following Father Black over to the grand oak tree in the centre of the courtyard. “A letter has been sent to her residence, informing her of our impending arrival,” he explained. “We will go to visit her today, in a couple of hours. I apologise for the lack of notice, but I have been busy. The higher beings have been much more vocal over the past few days – something I am a little concerned about.” He looked at the oak tree, his gaze moving up the trunk and toward the branches and leaves. “Something isn't quite right, but we need to focus on our mission and responsibilities.” After a short pause, Black looked back at Casey and smiled. “Go and prepare for the meeting. No formal clothes are needed, but maybe dressing up in more smart casual attire is the way to go.” “Of course, Father.” With that, Casey took her leave, returning to her quarters to get dressed. Who this new chosen one was, Casey didn't know, and she looked forward to meeting the girl. With any luck, this new recruit wouldn't stand in the way of Casey's path. She was aware that some recruits took the news of being a 'chosen one' better than others, and she could only hope that there wouldn't be any issues.