Chapter Forty Five: A Drumstick is Calling

The Little Drummer Boy by the name of Lance Angelsfield was not feeling very well from the past few days. It was something that he hasn't felt before, and he doesn't even know if he was capable of feeling this kind of worry. There are all sorts of emotion that he was feeling at once, and the overall general feeling of anxiety even worsens the situation.

There was something very wrong that his instinct was telling him, although he was too blinded to see what these emotions are telling him in secret. The worry was too significant to ignore, and it points to an issue that he wasn't ready to face. As much as he wanted to evade this situation from happening, it seems like the day that he must face the music is already here.

He knew all along that the Drumstick in his possession was a stolen one, and the Drumsticks are very much capable of knowing the innermost desires of those commanding its power, a kind of weapon which are recognized to be mainly the product of the Magic of Christmas and its corresponding energy sources.

The Drumsticks, as a weapon, are commanded by means of a Protonoid, which is basically a light forming an animal of its choice based on the revealed patronage of the Little Drummer Boy. It is through the Protonoids that the Drumstick was able to counter an attack, as well as conjuring its own self-impetus that creates an illusion owing to the known capabilities of the Drumstick, based solely upon the invoked form of a certain Magical energy.

But Lance's Protonoid was very different from his own personal character. It does not even match his worst personality, which has been a permanent source of predicament on his part, partly because the implication of this situation was full of risk and danger lies in the road ahead as time takes its own toll.

He wasn't playing around, though. He was enduring these things as a complete devotion to their "causes" and his inner quest to help those who has been the unwanted casualty of this Holy War. Even though the circumstances were very difficult, he managed to fake what this Drumstick wanted from its previous owner in order to do what "he needed to do," once and for all.

His Protonoid was in the form of a moose, and he obviously did not like this form of light. But the light simply cannot be wrong from everything that it makes through the Revelation of the essential form of words, and the corresponding phrases that helped build it.

And tonight, this Drumstick was calling. It senses something dreadful, and he can personally confirm that what it was immediately telling him was a complete reality. However, it was his own person that it actually wanted by calling his name. His mind has always been a part of an imaginary bridge that needed to be opened, but because this is not his Drumstick, it needed to call his soul.

He was quite scared as to the repercussions of violating the governing provisions of the Luminous Act, but he must do it actively for the sake of the mission. He already readied himself for the condemnation of death, because nobody escapes the reach of the light from the Massachu. But he also strongly believes that there is hope, and with that is his will to live.

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