Matthias aged twenty-six, was transported to Archeko without guidance nor hope on how to return to where he originally was.

In this country, murderers prevailed: everyone was home by seven and only to be out by eight in the morning once again, like a routine – a clockwork. 

His appearance wasn't vastly different – ghost-like skin and jet black hair. He was just slightly younger – eighteen – with the same name thus settling wasn't hard.

He sought refuge and help at Summer Orphanage, not even a year ago, and became classified as an orphan – a person without home or family. 

He learned how these orphanages operated; they gathered children who were drop-dead gorgeous, despite their origins, to try and entice more patrons to donate their Koras – the more Koras, the better conditions the children lived in. 

Everyday, he was tasked with numerous tasks – and this morning was no different. Wash the plates, after, he tip-toed to place them on the high-shelf cabinets. Tables squeaky clean, and dust free as instructed by Sister Nana – no, Mama Nana. 

‘I'd rather not be scolded for the fourth time this week,’ he commenced the other chore – kneeled, he moved up and down the floor. The musty and mouldy smell soon was dispelled, replaced with the smell of soap and lather. It made his eyes smile and he hummed with delight. 

After he was done, he went to his room. His footsteps thudded against the wooden floor – creaking as he moved around. He soon got dressed: Matthias wore a white polo paired with a black bowtie, – and long pants that matched the whole outfit. 

‘Mirrors are expensive, but I have a big one here.’ He checked out himself, making sure he looked presentable. He couldn't fathom how on earth did this orphanage have one  – after all, only nobles were the ones who could afford this. Not that he was complaining,  of course.

“Are you ready, Matthias?” a sweet, and kind voice was heard outside his door. Mama Nana. 

“Yes, yes. Going out soon. Don't worry, not planning to skip today –”

“--you better not be, or else!”

The wooden door squealed open and he left his room. Thud, thud, thud. 

He reached the main door. He leaned against the mouldy wall, the paint was peeling – and wore his boots on. His messenger bag slung over his shoulder and he was off to school – his footsteps signalled his departure.

“I'm off!”

“Make sure not to forget the coal and paper, hun!”

The wooden oak door slammed shut. 

The air caressed his skin as he walked through the bustling town — vendors' desperate screams mixed with screeches of the horse carriages soon faded away.

His thoughts drifted to how different the education system was in this era; it was similar in some aspects that one was expected to wear a uniform. However, these classes were delivered by priests — by the church, which bewildered him when he was settling in this timeline. 

The church had more control than ever, and he wondered — if this was healthy, as he came from a world that was free from religion controlling education.

After years, and years of hoping that the summoning ritual was successful, it seemed God finally smiled at Chris’ way. He knew that Matthias was attending today. His excitement was off the charts, despite his face remaining calm and collected. 

He was in his room — sitting at his study table with him facing the window. He noticed children of different ages soon started to flock, giggles and laughter filled his ears which caused him to smile slightly. 

‘The time of seeing Matthias is drawing closer, but before that…’ his attention snapped back to the notebook he read named Information about the Doomsday and Salvation. His left elbows were propped against the corner of the table – supporting his cheeks as he flicked through the pages.

It was silent. The buzzling crowd in the marketplace became deafeningly quiet. There was a trumpet heard above. Before I knew it, it became louder.

Louder, brass and deep.

Everyone stopped on their tracks thinking it was someone from the royal family, is a hero arriving? — however it was far from it.

Chris kept his eyes peeled, adjusting his glasses from time to time. His raven coloured locks fell from the side of his face but he paid no attention to it. He was in his own world.

Something fell from the heavens — coloured red, similar to blood, but I froze in fear.

It was fire, the crackling sound I'd never get wrong — it was raining fire, causing people to run frantically to take shelter and protect themselves.

But I knew what was happening. It's the first trumpet which signalled God’s Judgement. You, whoever is reading this, repent —

A knock jolted Chris from what he was reading. He messed up his hair, combing through his messy locks as he answered.

‘‘Yes?’’ 

Behind the closed door, a voice echoed. ‘‘Brother Chris, the children are here and waiting for your lecture. I apologise if I have scared you,’’ a woman spoke softly, her voice kind and soft.

This caused Chris to stand up and close the notebook. He walked away from the table and opened his door with a kind smile plastered on his lips, and closed it behind him.

He looked down at the nun. ‘‘Thank you for letting me know, I will go now Sister Salome.’’ 

The real wooden oak floor squeaks with  every step he takes. He held the cross necklace he wore – for a second – before letting it go. He strided to the classroom, where all the children were — including the person he desperately wishes to meet, Matthias. 

Matthias sat on a chair, near the window. There was a chalkboard in front of everyone.

He settled in so well that he gradually forgot that he was not originally from here.

In his previous world, he remembered he had the whiteboard — something a bit more advanced compared to what was here. His attention was grabbed by the door that scraped open against the floor…

It revealed a tanned man, wearing a black vestment. His hair coloured like the midnight, and messy.

He walked slowly yet with confidence, the click-clang of the cross necklace echoed. He stood in front of all. His notebook and other materials were placed on the podium and  his smile exuded warmth and gentleness.

“..Hello. How’s everyone?” his voice raspy, “It’s been a while. To those who are new to this class – my name is Chris. Chris Hailsworth. I’m the priest who teaches children in this area. I hope you enjoy the lessons as much as I do,” his eyes scanned the place. 

The children were excited – some were anxious, and there was only one person who caught his eyes. 

‘Is that Matthias?’ His eyes landed at the person – who seems to be disinterested,  at the corner of the room. Despite the priest being the one who summoned Matthias – he could not recognise him.

However, he felt the resonance of The Trumpets that he kept in his pocket:  another Trumpet was near. His hunch was pinning that the man at the corner was who he sought – a decision was briefly made: he’ll approach him and talk to him after this. 

He teared the noise with his cough, signalling the class was about to commence – the silence was deafening, all eyes on the priest, the teacher. 

‘‘Pretty sure you,  young kids, are interested in hearing about The Seven Trumpets,’’ Chris spoke with confidence. The children nodded except one — Matthias, who stared at him, urging him to continue on. 

He continued, ‘‘The Judgement of God came along before. In this notebook I have,’’ his long and slender fingers flicked to another page.

“The Seven Trumpets were originally a necklace that God had given to his chosen humans — and because they were humans, they also represented The Seven Deadly Sins. Would anyone know what The Seven Deadly Sins were called?”

A young child raised his arms excitedly. “Pride!”

“Greed!” 

“Gluttony!” 

“Wrath!” 

“Sloth..”

 “Envy.” 

“Lust…”

The teacher nodded. “I’m glad you guys remembered the last lesson we had, all of your answers are correct.” He held the notebook in his hand. He walked back and forth behind the podium.

“Because of this, they have forgotten their role as The Trumpet, indulging in the mortal sins of flesh, resulting in their powers being banished — thus, starting God’s Judgement. The angels took back their trumpets one by one - the first trumpet… would anyone know what happened when it was blown?”

A fifteen year-old child with blond hair smirked, cocky – he knew the answer. “It rained fire, causing devastation across the whole place sir. I did my homework!” 

This made the priest smile.

“I am glad you’re enjoying the class and did the homework. You’re correct,” He shifted his attention back to everyone. 

Matthias listened and absorbed all this information which made Chris  delighted: that meant he won’t have to re-explain this later on when he asks him to stay after the class. 

“It rained fire, this caused devastation to our agriculture. It also caused deaths, but before this all started. If anyone was listening and remembered what I said prior to this, what did they all hear?”

“A trumpet, being blown.” Matthias replied, now curious. It felt like he was in a fantasy action game. Perhaps the reason he was summoned was to prevent this from happening. That would explain it but also, he deeply thought, who would believe him?

He smiled widely, “That’s correct, Matthias. Oh look at the time, it seems class ended too soon. I shall see everyone next week, but Matthias, could you stay behind?”

Everyone dissipated, in one line, out the room. That left Matthias and Chris together. The younger man stood up and walked towards the podium. 

“We could go to the church’s visitor area. I have prepared some sweets and tea for us to talk to, would you follow me?” asked Chris.

Matthias answered with a brief ‘yes’, as if he had a chance to say no. He knew if he said no, this could incur Mama Nana’s anger for refusing the kindness of the priest whom she spoke highly about. He followed Chris, tailing behind him. 

Both walked, every step, the creaking gets louder. The thumping sound echoed through the walls and they both soon arrived at their destination — The Visitor Area.