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Eighteen year-old Meaghan Delaney was now Head Girl at St. Searle's, but
before joining the school she used to be Frank Murphy, a bearded,
balding, and overweight fifty year-old safe-cracker. Or did she?
ST. SEARLE'S ACADEMY: GRADUATION - part 2
by BobH
(c) 2017
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In plan, St. Searle's main building was essentially a large 'E' shape
with the middle leg longer than those on the two wings. Descending the
central staircase to the basement brought you out directly in front of
the corridor in the middle leg of the 'E', the one that ran under the
Great Hall. To the left was the corridor containing the laundry. This
led to the west wing, which was a locked storage area. To the right was
the corridor containing the kitchens. This led to the east wing, which
was also a locked storage area. When Virginia Chapford and Meaghan
Delaney reached the basement, they turned left, heels clicking on the
concrete floor as they made their way past a laundry area as deserted as
the kitchens were, the staff all outside with the pupils and teachers.
Stopping at the door to the storage area, Virginia tapped out a number
on its keypad.
"Why have you brought me to this storage area?" asked Meaghan, sounding
puzzled. "I've been down here before and there's nothing in there that
should require my attention."
"You'd be surprised," said Virginia, swinging the metal door open.
"Follow me, please."
She led Meaghan down the aisle between two particular rows of floor-to-
ceiling racking, the aisle ending at another set of such racking. The
only way out was to turn and go back the way they had come. Instead
Virginia stopped, and turned to face her charge.
"Lots of dusty old artefacts that no-one's looked at in years," said
Meaghan, glancing at the contents of the shelves, "and even some hanging
from a mesh grillage on the ceiling above us. Most are obviously very
old and they should probably be in a museum, but I still don't
understand why you needed me to come down here with you."
"It's because I have a story I want you to hear, and this is this safest
place to tell it."
"'Safe'? How is safety an issue?"
"Stories have power. Telling them can have... consequences. Tell me,
what do you understand the purpose of St. Searle's to be?"
"It turns male criminals into teenage girls then prepares them for a new
life as law-abiding citizens and productive members of society. While at
the school, we can also be loaned out to the various federal security
organisations for operations that require young girls with our various
skill sets. Is there more to it than that?"
"Oh yes, much more. What you've described is the school's official
position. Turning you into law-abiding citizens is actually a minor
consideration at best. No, the purpose of St. Searle's is to develop a
very particular breeding population, and then to encourage you to go
forth and multiply."
"Seriously? But if that's true, then why? What makes us so special as
breeders?"
"To understand that, you have to know the secret history of our world.
It's a story that begins somewhere in the earliest history of life on
Earth, back when the planet not only had a strong magnetic field around
it but also a strong magical field. As we've learned over the years, one
of the remarkable things about life is that any ecological niche it can
exploit it *will* exploit, however unlikely. Well, back then that
magical field represented such a niche and beings evolved who could
exploit it - or at least, we think they did. There's a school of
thought that believes such beings were somehow formed within and from
that field."
"'Beings'?"
"Gods, demons, and other magical creatures. All our myths and legends
about such beings are but racial memories of those times, echoing down
the millennia. Our ancestors were their playthings and their prey. If
demons and monsters were our
nightmares made flesh, then gods were our dreams given form. Indeed,
given the gods reportedly looked like us, there's a question as to
whether we formed them in our image, our collective unconscious
interacting with the magical field enclosing our world, or they formed
us in theirs."
"Assuming I believe you, Who were they, these gods?"
"Odin, Zeus, Horus, and a hundred others you've heard of, along with
thousands you haven't, local deities whose names are lost to history. As
humans have proven time and again, we're pretty good at exploiting
natural resources ourselves, given half a chance. Evolving in a magical
field meant that eventually children were born with some ability to
manipulate it, to use that energy for their own purposes. Such abilities
were weak and rudimentary at first, but our ancestors were smart enough
to realize that if those with such abilities interbred, then each
succeeding generation would have more ability to use magic than the
preceding one.
"Our ancestors were building their early civilizations while subject to
the whims and caprices of powerful, unpredictable gods, and they wanted
out from under. The gods didn't pay much attention to the early wizards,
even when they grew strong enough to start killing demons or to trap
their energies in various mystic artefacts. As the powerful wizard
families continued to interbreed so they eventually gave rise to the
Mages, to humans powerful enough to take on the gods themselves. Now the
gods had to pay attention, but they did so far too late. They thought
they could bring the Mages to heel. They were wrong.
"The wars that followed were long and bloody with enormous losses on
both sides. Eventually, a truce was called and a compromise was reached,
a covenant agreed. Henceforth, humans would not be subject to the whims
of the gods, and the gods would turn their attention to other matters.
"What happened next was tragic but inevitable. With the gods no longer a
threat, the Mages turned on each other in a mad battle for supremacy.
The Mage Wars raged for centuries and may have continued even longer had
one of them not made a startling discovery. The planet's magical field,
the source
of all their power, was fading away."
"The fools were using it up in their wars," said Meaghan.
"Yes, but that wasn't the cause," replied Virginia. "Had the field been
at its historic level of strength it would easily have borne their
depredations, but it wasn't and so their actions were depleting it at a
precipitous rate. The Mages investigated and they learned that what was
happening was the result of a natural oscillation, that the Earth's
magical field waxed and waned according to a celestial cycle. Each
waxing and waning took only a century or so with thousands of years in
between of either a very strong field or an almost non-existent one.
"By the time the Mages realized what was happening, the magical beings
were already vanishing. They were retreating to the margins, to the
hidden places of the world and even to neighbouring dimensions, to wait
out the long, fallow millennia until the next waxing.
"Humans, even powerful ones like the Mages, only wielded magic. The
magical beings *were* magic. If human magicians were to be able to use
magic in the long, dry spell that was coming they needed to bind the
magic that was left in the world while there was still time, to create
stores that could be drawn on later. So it was that human wizards and
Mages began hunting gods and other magical beings in earnest. Those that
had not already hidden themselves away were hunted and captured, their
power, their very essences bound in a vast array of mystic artefacts
which were to serve as reservoirs of power in the centuries to come.
"Some of the more powerful Mages succeeded in binding the power not in
fabricated vessels but in their own DNA, to be passed down the
generations to their descendants. This was extremely dangerous and in
doing what they did they and their descendants became something not
quite human. Humans may wield magic, but it is not supposed to become a
part of them. An unfortunate side effect of this was that the families
descended from those Mages would all too often produce dangerously
powerful psychotics.
"And so, except where it had been bound, magic faded from the world, and
with the source of their power gone, so did the Mages. Many of the
artefacts, however, survive down to the present day. For some, their
magic can only be unleashed by those capable of wielding that power.
Others will work on anyone unfortunate enough to trigger them. The
Medallion ofZulo is one of this latter type, though legend suggests it
may have been created a lot more recently."
"When did all this other stuff happen?" asked Meaghan
"Before recorded history as we know it," said Virginia. "Oh, fragments
of the story survive in later tales, much as the Great Flood in the Epic
of Gilgamesh was recycled in the Christian Bible, but even those
fragments are considered little more than myth and fable. Later
civilizations worshipped some of those ancient gods, giving them the
names we now know them by and telling new stories about them, but their
time had mostly passed.
"Having discovered the natural cycle and knowing that magic would
eventually return again, the early magicians faced a dilemma. It had
taken a thousand years for humans to breed those strong enough to wield
enough magic to cast off the yoke of gods and demons. If humanity was
not again to be at the mercy of such beings when the magic returned, as
it inevitably would, then the bloodlines would need to be maintained,
hard-won knowledge preserved until it was needed again.
"But we're talking thousands of years. Over time, knowledge was
inevitably lost and fragmented, scattered by hundreds of wars and
natural disasters, by the rise and fall of civilisations. Maintaining
the bloodlines over such long periods proved next to impossible. At
times, it must also have seemed like there was a malevolent force
actively seeking to destroy them and the ancient knowledge, like when
the Romans slaughtered the Druids. There's a small island off the north-
west coast of Wales named Ynys Mon, or Anglesey. The Romans called it
Mona and it was the home of the Druids, who were the spiritual leaders
of the Celtic peoples of Britain and the source of much of the
opposition to Roman rule. It was also the repository of the largest
remaining store of the ancient knowledge in the Western world. In 58AD
the Romans launched an assault on Mona, slaying most of the Druids,
burning the sacred groves, and destroying much that was priceless and
irreplaceable.
"As well as the Anglesey massacre, there was their earlier destruction
of Carthage, the Conquistadors destroying the civilisations of Central
and South America, the Church burning countless numbers of 'witches' at
the stake in Europe, and Hitler finishing the job with his death camps,
camps in which Roma - gypsies - descended from those Mages who had bound
the magic to their own DNA were murdered.
"The timing of the latter could not have been worse. At long last, after
thousands of years, we're in the midst of another great waxing. The
magic is returning, gods and demons are waking from their long
hibernation, and humanity finds itself almost defenceless. At least it
would, if not for something that was discovered not long before I was
recruited to the Order. Namely, the children of those who have been
mystically transgendered are born with the potential to be magic-
wielders. That potential needs to be activated before they reach puberty
if they're to realise it, but even if it isn't it could be passed on to
the next generation, multiplying if they breed with someone who was also
the child of one or more mystically transgendered parents. Two parents
produce the strongest potential, with the mother producing the stronger
when only one parent is mystically transgendered.
"When telling this story to others we sometimes claim it wasn't until
after World War II it became clear we needed to reestablish the
bloodlines, to start breeding those capable of wielding magic again, but
St. Searle's has been producing those mystically transgendered parents
for decades, of course. When the significance of the children of
mystically transgendered parents was realized, it became the Order's
main task to seek out such people and to recruit them to their cause.
Various ad hoc schools were set up where the children's powers could be
activated and where they could be taught how to use their abilities.
There's also the social aspect, of course since the Order needs them to
marry among themselves when they're older."
"What was the Order's main purpose before that?"
"To seek out the artefacts I mentioned and to stockpile them
against the time the gods returned. At least, that was the original
idea. Around the time of Elizabeth I's reign they took it into their
heads that what they actually needed to do was create an empire strong
enough to face the gods militarily. To that end the Order used the power
from all the considerable number of artefacts they had amassed to bend
fate to their will, empowering the creation and protection of the
British Empire. It was a foolish idea and it expended a vast amount of
magical power for nothing since, as you'll have noticed, the British
Empire no longer exists."
"This is all very interesting to me, more interesting than you can
imagine, but why bring me down here and reveal so much?"
"You know why, Meaghan. I'm telling you all this because you are a god."
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For a moment Meaghan's face held a look of surprise, then she burst out
laughing.
"Me? A god?" she said. "That's absurd."
"Yes, at first I thought so too. That changed when the golden figurine
was stolen from Emmanuel Klein Maternity Hospital in Brooklyn before we
could get to it."
"You can't blame me for that. I only opened the safe; I did not take the
figurine."
"I know you didn't. There were only a small number of people who knew of
our plan, a number that included you. John Thompson was convinced we had
a mole who tipped off those who got to the figurine before us and wanted
to keep you all under surveilance to try and determine who it was. I
expected this to be a waste of time, but I indulged him. So imagine my
surprise when as a result of that surveillance we discovered you're not
who you appear to be, that you've always been as you are now. You were
never a man, never went through our transformation process."
"What are you saying? Of course I did. I used to be a fifty year old
safe-cracker, remember? I was facing a twenty-stretch before you had me
brought to St. Searle's. You were there in your office when the stone
statuette turned me into a fourteen year old girl. So was John
Thompson."
"Yes, I remember it well. So does John. Your name was Frank Murphy and
you were bearded, balding, and overweight. But it never happened. Those
are false memories."
"How could you possibly know that?"
"I keep a ledger that records every girl's name and who she used to be
before coming to St, Searle's. That ledger is mystically twinned with
one kept elsewhere by the Order. Anything I write in my ledger is
automatically duplicated in that one. I remember writing the entry in my
copy of the ledger, and I'm sure it briefly appeared there, but because
I hadn't actually written it it wasn't duplicated in the Order's copy.
And if it wasn't in theirs it couldn't be in mine, and so it wasn't, not
anymore. As part of his investigations, John Thompson checked the
ledger, discovered the discrepancy, and we discussed what this might
mean. The worst case-scenario was that we had a god among us, that she
had manifested in our midst then warped local reality to change our
memories and the like. On the one hand it was a terrifying thought; on
the other we now had our first concrete experience of how the gods
accomplished things. We also an actual god we could covertly study. This
was a golden opportunity, one unlikely to come our way again. If we were
correct, however, we first had to contain you as best we could."
"Contain me? What do you mean, 'contain' me?"
"From what we understand, the gods draw on the energy of Earth's magical
field so that as it grows in power so do they.
However, they also draw strength from what they're the god of. A goddess
of love would draw strength from love, a god of fire from fire,
etcetera. What we do at the school that might cause a god to manifest
here is transform people. So the transformations had to stop. We made
sure that they did. Then, for the next three years, we studied you. We
had no idea whether or not you would be able to tell you were being
watched so the secret cameras we installed were never used to watch you
in real time by anyone, only to record. The recordings would then be
watched later. I was particularly intrigued to learn that you never
defecate or pass water. You eat, yet produce no waste products.
Fascinating. You went for the same monthly check up as every other girl
and the medical reports Nurse Davis wrote showed you to be entirely
typical in every way. We would never have known they were fake had
secret camera recordings of your sessions shown you sitting there
looking amused as a clearly hypnotised Nurse Davis filled in her report.
A pity. Blood samples might have proved quite illuminating, assuming you
actually have blood. You only appear to be human, after all, so that's
not a given."
"You studied me like a lab rat?" said Meaghan, frowning. Her hair began
to move as if in a breeze, but they were in a basement; there was no
breeze.
"You and Lucy Costello have always seemed like the best of friends, but
can a god truly have human friends, I wonder?"
"I'm very fond of Lucy," said Meaghan, "and I'll honour that fondness by
making her my pet. I think she'll make a wonderful cat, don't you?"
"So you're not denying you're a god?"
"There seems no point anymore. We're known by different names to
different peoples, all of whom mould ill-remembered tales of us to fit
their own cultural needs. Among his many names, the trickster was Loki
to the Norse, Coyote to Native Americans, Kompa Ananse to Africans, and
Sun Wukong to the Chinese. Do you know my name?"
"There are many, but since you're currently presenting as a girl of
Irish descent I name you Etain, Celtic goddess of transformation."
"Very good, little human. Now what shall I do with you, hmmm?"
"When Carmine Geazini's thugs attacked three years ago, one of them was
unaccounted for," said Virginia, ignoring her question. "What did you do
to him? And why haven't you tried to contact any other gods? We know
Ares has already manifested, but you and he can't be the only ones."
"We're not, but we don't usually reach out to each other until we're at
our full power. As for the gangster, I consumed him."
"'Consumed' him?"
"He dared to touch me, and I was hungry. Afterwards, it was a trivial
matter to alter the memories I needed to."
"Thank you. Those are the final things I needed to know. I've kept you
here as long as I could, using revelations I knew would fascinate you,
to give John Thompson the time he needed to evacuate the premises. It's
a relief to know gods don't reach out to each other until you're at full
power, but we can't take the chance your demise will bring others
running."
"My what?" said Etain, staring at Virginia in astonishment. Then she
threw her head back and laughed. "You don't have the power to take me
down. The artefacts in this basement contain only residual traces of
mystic energy, the most potent magic here being that within your body
that keeps you from aging. Even if you knew a way to weaponize it, that
magic is not enough either. This is all pure bluff on your part."
In response, Virginia took what looked like a small TV remote from her
pocket, pressed the single button on it, and a section of the ceiling
grillage holding various artefacts swung down behind Etain, clanging
into place against a couple of metal lugs. The pair were now entirely
caged.
"I liked Meaghan Delaney," said Virginia. "Unfortunately, she was just a
mask concealing a being who with her peers intends to enslave all of
humanity, and I can't have that."
"You can't stop us," said Etain, voice now cold. "It is your destiny to
serve and to give us your worship."
"No, I don't think so," said Virginia. "Deus occidere."
As soon as Virginia spoke those words of Latin, so Etain started
spasming, like someone in the grip of an epileptic fit.
"Wh...what's ha...happening?" she said.
Then she screamed, energy flooding out of her and into the artifacts
arranged around her on all sides.
"The artefacts stored here are the very ones drained to create the
British Empire," said Virginia. "It takes a vast amount of energy to
bend fate to your will, but the method they used to drain those
artefacts was pretty crude. Imagine a sponge, squeezed by a clamp. Those
'clamps', which have a very small mystical energy signature in and of
themselves, were left in place. The words I spoke released them. Now all
those artefacts are greedily sucking in any mystical power they can find
nearby, which in this case would be you."
There was a sudden small explosion as a clay pot, one of the artefacts
that had been siphoning Etain's energies, suddenly exploded.
"T..too much p..power for it," said Etain grinning. She was now down on
her knees, great beams of energy swirling out of her body and into a
thousand artefacts crafted from dozens of materials. "D..do you
r..really th..think you can k..kill a g..god?"
"I'm betting my life that I can," said Virginia, gritting her teeth as
she tried to hide her own pain.
She was a lot less confident this was going to work than she let on,
flinching as a second artfact exploded. Worryingly, some of the metal
racking holding the artifacts was also beginning to glow red.
Then, as suddenly as it began it was over. Etain herself began to glow
brighter and brighter until she gave a final scream, light exploding
from her, and then it was done. Where she had been there were now only
the smouldering remains of her school uniform.
Virginia fell to her knees as the tension left her body. Alive, she was
still alive. She had done it. It hardly seemed possible.
Wearily, she got to her feet, activated the remote to open the cage,
then trudged upstairs to her office. Once there, she opened her safe,
took out the ledger and the stone statuette, and laid them on her desk
next to a hammer she had placed there earlier. She regarded the stone
statuette thoughtfully. More than buildings, teachers or even pupils
this was the heart of St. Searle's. With it the school could be started
up again anywhere in the world. Without it the school was done.
Virginia knew what she had to do. Picking up the hammer she raised it
high over her head and brought it down on the statuette, smashing it
into a thousand pieces.
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To be continued
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