[center][h1][color=aqua]Dream upon a Star[/color][/h1][/center]
St. Laurel's student council. While outshined by their president, was nonetheless made up of exceptional people. Part of the duties of a new Student Council President is to select the rest of the members of the council, under advisement from the previous president. Unfortunately the previous president had chosen almost entirely students from their year level in their previous running, and when they had graduated it left a large vacuum, which the Child of Light had filled admirably.

The last generation's student council had housed some of their most powerful students, on succession the students left were far less experienced in almost every aspect. As a result, the new generation's council contained a lot of new blood. They were inexperienced, but their first year had passed without many worries. The events of the day before had been something unexpected for them. They Student Council for the most part were proficient academically, but had a ways to go in terms of combat power.

Their reactions to the attack were varied. None of those reactions were strong, save for the President. For the rest, it was something between in between running from a raging fire and entering into a nightmare. It was like a reminder of the world they had once lived in, the one from their history books was still the world of today.

Looking out of the window of the council rooms, the students were all treading carefully. Many had visible injuries. Many, they knew, had less visible ones. The council room was silent except for the sound of pen on paper, or the sounds of typing on a keyboard.

Suddenly, Alto walked through the door.

"Alto, I thought you were…" Eliza, the Student Council's secretary said.

[i]Were wounded,[/i] she was about to say. He still was. He had his right arm in a sling, and there were some bandages barely visible under his uniform. Alto caught her looking at his right arm.

[color=aqua]"This is just a fracture, I can still write with my left if need be."[/color] He said as he walked to his desk.

She thought even his family with their… expectations would let him rest after all he'd been through.

[color=aqua]"I'm here voluntarily. There's work that needs to be done."[/color] He said. 

The council members present all shared a look.

"We can handle anything you'd need to do today…" She said.

He looked at her with gentle eyes.

[color=aqua]"I appreciate that, but this... This isn't for today."[/color] He said, handing her a document from the folder he had been carrying. [color=aqua]"This is… for tomorrow."[/color]

Tomorrow was both the right, and wrong word. It wouldn't begin tomorrow, but it could. It wasn't just for the next day, it was for all the days after as well. It was, all things considered, a large undertaking. It was quite simple on paper, but the page didn't tell the whole story. What he was planning meant nothing less than shouldering the burdens of every student in the school who needed help.

To acknowledge the mistakes, and to help them.

"This is a proposal… For a club?" She said. 

The name was written in Alto's immaculate handwriting. It made it look almost like it was emblazoned on the sheet. [i]The Zodiac Circle[/i].

[color=aqua]"You can call it a new council, more or less."[/color] Alto said.

He took a few queues from King and Clara. He needed to set something in motion, something major which could be the difference when it came down to a situation like this again. At the same time, he needed to keep his true cards close to his chest to make things operate to the potential he hoped it could reach.

[color=aqua]"I can't say our power as a school was ever in doubt. But yesterday made one thing clear, I can't lead everyone alone. I can't solve everything alone if something like this were to happen again."[/color]

For a long time, the burden of his expectations were just something he shouldered, but now he understood that he never had to be satisfied with it.

[color=aqua]"I need you all to take care of organization, I have a rough structure outlined but it needs some refinement."[/color] He said, handing over the rest of his sheets. [color=aqua]"I'll make sure the proposal goes through smoothly, and I've got some early candidates in mind already so I'll need to gather them. I'll start by getting some letters out and I'll see how it goes from there."[/color]

Eliza was momentarily overwhelmed by the deluge of information but she regained her footing quickly enough. She sorted through the documents quickly. The notes were organized extremely well, to the point where she could tell which council member's expertise was required at a glance.

Now that she got a good look at them she could see that he did mean it to be a big thing, or as large as such an organization could be as students. It was really, nothing more than a club, but the titular Council while within it were to be chosen to lead the student body in times of crisis. A branch, or rather a new wing of the Student Council.

Starting with class representatives from each class so as to integrate with the regular class leadership systems, with the option for them to delegate to another classmate, or leave it to the Student Council to choose. These leaders would become part of an informal sort of council structure, as opposed to the rigid bureaucracy of a true council.

They could help each other, and then help others. It could truly shake up the foundations of the school, but it would mostly act within the exact same structure.

"Ah…" Eliza said as a thought rose to the surface. "A speech. You'll have to do one, won't you?"

She didn't imagine he hadn't already begun in some way, shape, or form. No, he was always well prepared with his speeches. She would never admit it openly but she loved hearing his speeches. Well, it was like… hearing a hero in the modern age. Like stories they used to read, so it pained her to see him after the events of yesterday. As he walked into the council room this morning, she had also feared the worst but as soon as he began to talk she found a calm settling over her.

[color=aqua]"I have a few particular lines I want to say but not too much beyond what we already have."[/color] He replied. [color=aqua]"I have it here, you want to take a look?"[/color]

He handed her one final sheet of paper. Her eyes settled on one particular, immaculate handwritten line.

[i]The stars should never be out of reach.[/i]