George

I thought that I was going to die from those three women. From the one who opened the door, to the other one that put a dagger near my throat, it seemed as though I was in a situation that I was going to have a hard time getting out of at the time. The only reason as to why I even escaped was because of Isabella knew how to properly handle the situation almost flawlessly. I huffed dramatically as I went back to my room, grabbed my bag with my school supplies inside and picked up my schedule. Mask in hand, I decided to put it back on and just stood there, wondering what else I may have forgotten to do.

I looked at the time, noticed that I was running it close into missing my classes, I dashed out of my dorm room and out into the hallway. My roommates Ban and Max, fortunately enough, didn’t have classes in the morning so they were able to sleep just a tad bit longer. Ban, was someone who, even though was built, was still a softie at heart. At 5’9”, he was heavily involved in wrestling, being able to stay undefeated all four years in his high school. He also did Hapkido and Ju Jitsu, but aside from that, there wasn’t much information outside of his school record. Max was a beginner mage, having studied so much wind and ice magic, it tended to irk Ban for some reason. Max was around the same height as Ban, being off by just a few centimeters and I could easily tell that if both got into a fight, I knew there it was going to be an all-out war between the both of them. I was usually the mediator between the both of them, instilling a sort of balance between the chaos both seem to dish out. I just hope they don’t battle each other to the death while I’m at my morning class.

As I was walking to the building that would be holding my Middle Eastern History class, I noticed something eerie about the place. It was quiet and almost deserted except for a few people running to their classrooms at the last second. If I was early then it normally wouldn’t be this quiet, however, it could also mean that the school is trying to keep the standard that is necessary to prevent a pandemic from harming more people. I ended up power walking straight to room 105, making sure to keep the rules of social distancing in effect. Either way, if I got sick, I know that the Clerics knew exactly what to do when faced with such a situation. However, I know that trying to overuse healing spells would cause so many of them to eventually die. During the time of the Black Plague, trying to keep up with healing so many people was so difficult, that even Teuta the kind had trouble stabilizing the situation for longer than 20 minutes at a time. It was a record that only she held, and the other Clerics were only able to stabilize it for 5 minutes at best if dealing with many overcrowded tents.

Making sure that I find a seat in the room, there were people who had coffee cups in hand and talking to each other in hushed voices, as if there was some interesting gossip floating somewhere above all of our heads. I was able to find an empty seat, sat down, and reached down to my bag to grab a pen and my notebook. I was hoping to do my best to take down as many notes as I possibly could before revising it to a very neat version. I was really good at making sure that everything was always in order for me.

After a few minutes of waiting and pretty much silence from me, a young-looking lady walked into the classroom and put her bag onto the table in front of us. This person in particular was Professor Anastasia, a well-known educator and well known for her findings in middle eastern relics that proved to be useful for the school. She was also good in enticing the students she taught every year and I was lucky enough to get into her class this semester, knowing full well that she handpicked only those whom she thought would learn the most from this class.

She pulls out he laptop and before she connects it to the dock at the lectern in front of her, Professor Anastasia puts in her credentials. Once unlocked, she then connects her computer to the dock and brings up the power point that I assume she would use for today’s class.

“Hello everyone, my name is Professor Catherine Anastasia, and I will be teaching Middle Eastern History to you this term,” she announced in a peppy manner.

She looked around and noticed that she has everyone’s full attention before continuing with, “As you all should expect, this class may become either your worst nightmare or happy beginnings into the world of history because there will be a lot of important facts to remember when it comes down to the Middle East and the entirety of its history.”

Everyone was so quiet, I bet people could hear a pin drop from down the hall. As I thought this, Professor Anastasia just started laughing and people ended up looking at each other in concern. It took her a moment before the laughing ceased and the only thing that remained was a look of glee and a smile that brimmed from ear to ear. From what I’m understanding at that point, I officially saw a professor that will have no problem giving us a huge course load throughout this entire semester in hopes to either make us suffer, or really make us learn. Hopefully, in this case, the course load would be beneficial to all of us in the long run.

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Roughly two hours later, I was finally able to walk out of her class, my mind blown by the amount of information Professor Anastasia had just given the class. The amount of homework she assigned us to do before her class next week was also enough to make me want to cry myself to sleep. I carried my notebook in the hand that was still good and not at all tense from the amount of writing that I had done in that class. It wasn’t as if I didn’t already somehow know some of the artifacts she had shown in the power point she presented us.

Professor Anastasia was able to talk about t some of the artifacts she had dug up and procured for a museum in Cairo, Egypt. For some odd reason, I was able to recognize plenty of them from some dreams I had when I came to school here a little over a year prior to this class. The swords she explained in some of the pictures she had taken while in various parts of Turkey just doesn’t seem to fit in quite well. Professor Anastasia explained that the swords came from what she thought to be from the 11th century but somehow I had known that it came from the 15th century, which she then confirmed to later be true on her arrival at the Istanbul Archaeological Museums.

However, as soon as I came back to reality, I had somehow found my way outside and hadn’t even realized that I had almost ran over some young woman. Yet, that very same woman that I almost ran over seems to be very familiar the moment she turned around to face me. I just didn’t realize that the same person that I saw earlier that morning would be the same person that I almost just ran over: Isabella.