Slytherin Flags の小説・ストーリー

There were huge stained glass windows flanking the balcony and the staircase which led to it. Refreshment tables were arranged all around the hall filled with all kinds of cuisines, drinks. Above every refreshment table hovered the vintage banner flags that specified for what species the food was. Xafranians. Lycans. Werewolves. Vampires. Dragons. Humans. Merfolks. Although one refreshment table had a horizontal banner flag floating above it with red stained ink that said— To everyone who desires to have a taste of the forbidden and the fatal. Two smaller banner flags levitated below it, stating—

he ordered in a composed tone, and I nodded almost instantly. As Deimon left the cave in pursuit of Monica, I remained inside, clutching my arms close to my chest as I nervously ventured further into the darkness. Shortly after, a wave of relief washed over me as my vision caught something nearby. I exclaimed with joy upon locating the Umbra Pack Flag on a cold stone table. A small candle illuminated the area, making it easier to spot. The Umbra Pack flag featured a deep blue background with a bold silver crescent moon at the center, accompanied by three silver rays symbolizing strength, unity, and resilience.

It was a black flag with a golden dragon and a big golden word that read 'Pendragon'. Trevyn immediately started trembling all over. His legs could not stop shaking. His eyes were wide as he stared at the flag of the Pendragon Warriors billowing in the wind. He saw a sea of soldiers in dark green uniforms following closely behind the flag. They were running toward them in synchronized steps. The dark green figures were exuding a strong murderous intent in the night. Soon, they were all the crowd could see. The entrance of Hughes Mansion was surrounded by a sea of men in dark green uniforms.

The Headmaster’s voice rose once more: “Three trials shall test your strength, unity, and wisdom. Only one Castle will claim the Crest of Dominion before the day’s end!” Four beams of light erupted, red for Noctis, silver for Lupaxis, gold for Wyverndale, violet for Tenebrae, rising into the sky and intertwining like serpents of flame. Students cheered, stomping their feet as banners rippled in response. The scent of ozone and magic filled the air. Seraphine stood at Wyverndale’s section, her blue robes fluttering in the wind. Even though she wasn’t chosen as an official champion, she felt her pulse racing as if her fate were tied to this.

Two flags were identical with a tiny distinction whereas the other one was completely different. “One of them is the branch flag,” Sweetie stated the obvious. “The other two…” He tilted his head, unsure. Bulteo’s flag consisted of large explosive red fire and clouds. Nothing else. Teal beckoned Sleepy to bend down. Sleepy listened. “You see this?” There was a tiny transparent S line wrapped in the clouds like a snake wrapped around cotton candy. All of them collectively gasped. “Controversial.” “Smart as fuck.” “Speechless.”

All the eyes on me feel like creepy crawling bugs. “The new students need to be chosen for the different tiers.” She points at the banners above us. Looking again, I see that the banners aren’t only different colors. They have different words and emblems on them as well. “Seed,” I read out loud. “Acorn… Pinecone… Oak… Redwood.” “They’re like houses?” one of the girls waiting with us asks. “Or fraternities?” “Something like that.” Professor Towles’s attention has turned to the front of the gym. The door behind the dais opens and four stuffy-looking people, including Madame Aldine, emerge.

and then go home to think about what they just agreed to. He pulled on his old leather vest. The one with Stonefang stitching on the shoulder. Some habits die slower than hatred. The Council Hall was empty. The new flag hung limp in the still air. Five colors braided into one circle. It looked beautiful. It also looked fragile, like it could unravel if someone pulled the wrong thread. He walked outside. Frost covered the festival grounds. Yesterday this ground shook with drums and dancing. Today, a single crow pecked at leftover bread.

It was a choke collar disguised as parchment. The classroom glowed with suspended enchantments. Floating scrolls circled overhead, each bearing a realm sigil—Lycandra’s silver moon, Lycan’Dra’s crowned wolf, Valoria’s crystalline spires, Drakonis’s blackened flame, and the serrated green seal of the Wilds. They drifted around like bored little planets, glowing faintly as if reminding us: these are the powers running your life. Professor Eliane’s voice snapped like a blade, her pale hair yanked back so tight it practically buzzed with tension. She tapped her quill against the board, sharp staccato strikes that made the wards hum in response.

It emphasized its long and scattering roots and wide trunk that reminded Cent of the Ygdrasil. Nature. It’s the pompous nature-dwellers aka the Ambivalent beings and their twitching ears that need some piercing. The last one and the dreariest was the one that belonged to the Malevolent beings. Its color was black with embroidery made of red threads. The pattern was a combination of thorns and flames that it formed a big image of a screaming human that was scratching its neck from anguish. Yep, totally the flag for the dark dwellers. Cent nodded her head as she observed the three flags that reminded her that the Tri-world Tournament was only weeks away. Her eyes shifted onto the flock of stud