Charlie was not ready to end the day. Everyone walked to some tents, similar to the ones he had been in when his friends and him were captured, although the memory was starting to shift. At first, when living the moment, he was scared, worried, but not terrified. He didn't know if he would lose the last thing he got, life. But now, knowing they were safe, welcome, and even with such great people, he saw the memory as an odd rescue from an inevitable death in the wild.
And then there was Mary. Where to begin with her?
Charlie's odd way of aproaching people seemed to vanish, leaving him with no ability to aproach anyone at all, when she slightly touched his hand. It's a stupid thing, but Charlie couldn't help being mistified by those cold hands who could aparently turn on a fireplace. Her hair danced as she waved before heading to a tent, followed by several young children. Charlie guessed she would have been arround seventeen years old, eighteen at most, making her older than him, and probably older than anyone else; perhaps Onay was older, but they didn't really have an age on their face that could be determined. The children following her asked questions, and she answered with no hesitation, making Charlie even more aware of how much he apreciated Mary's inteligence.
Charlie was pushed inside another tent by an older young man, probably arround the same age as Mary, but totaly different than her. He had white hair and reddish eyes, what Charlie understood as an albino.
The young man closed the tent behind himself, but waved before doing so. A small fireplace lit in the middle of the tent, and Charlie could see how greatly it was designed. Perhaps not a safe structure from the point of view of an architecht, but from a children's? Perfect.
The fire in the place danced arround, creating moving shadows of the children, but none seemed scared. A ton of bunkbeds where aligned in circluclar shapes from the edges of the large tent, almoust as if spectators staring at the center of a circus show. Between the beds, there was enough space for two people to walk through, and between each circle of beds, enough for three. On the middle, there was enough space for all of the kids to sit down, and right next to the fire, facing the tent door, a log for someone to sit on. The man took that seat.
-What's today's lesson, Alex?- A little boy asked, probably arround seven years, the girl that had made the show structure made signs by his side.
-History.- This Alex smiled, but the childrens complained it had been a lesson explained many times.
-We have new people now, and two of them were assigned to this tent, at least until he comes back. They need to know everything.- He added, and Charlie knew he was talking about him, Claire, and Juniper. And while he could see that Juniper, along a girl and a boy, had taken a seat in the lower part of a bunkbed, Charlie could not find Claire anywhere. Shame she would miss it, perhaps she was recieving the class in Mary's tent.
Charlie took a seat close to Juniper, but he respected she probably wanted to be with his new friends. He was taken by surprise when she leaned away from the bed, slid to a side, and patted on the mattress for him to sit.
He sat, and passed a hand through the mattress. They were probably handmade, not imagined. A few mistakes and holes could be seen, but other than that, it was good for what it was meant to be used for, Charlie's seat was already warm.
Juniper's friends presented themselves as Chris, a chubby guy, 16 like Juno and him, and Clara, a brown eyed blonde who was 15. Charlie introduced himself, but decided to keep talking only to Juniper nevertheless.
-Have you seen Claire?
-No. I didn't see her at the party either.
But they were shushed quickly by a bunch of kids, who patiently sat down, staring directly at Alex, waiting for the lesson to begin.
The teacher catched a large water bottle that had been thrown to him, and only then Charlie realized the mute girl had been standing up with it. Alex opened it, and let it fall into his hand, but it didn't drop to the ground. Instead, the water formed a bubble of irregular shape, and remained floating next to his head.
-Forgot to tell you he can imagine... odd things with simple liquids.- The girl named Clara leaned over to whisper, but even that simple sound made the crowd of younger children complain.
-What do you say we take a trip all the way back to the beginings of humanity? When things such as fire were hard to even find, let alone tame. How do you think humans actually started to control it? Started to use it to their own will and advantage? How did they easily managed to develop things such as growing crops and agriculture? How to create the wheel?- As Alex spoke, the water floating above his hand took shapes. First, a weird shape Charlie had to look twice to figure out it was fire. Then what looked like a growing corn, and finally, an almoust perfect wheel. But even perfect circles were hard to imagine.
-They used Imagination. Just like the one we use today, just like the one we all have in this room.
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