Class G, given the oldest of all classrooms, was brought together in room A 13, which was on the first floor. This was the only good factor, having to do no stairs to get to the class, since the classroom itself was dusty and most of the tables were in need of replacement; being ready for a bonfire.
The first students that entered sat themselves on the back row, which forced Rinerii, who had entered a bit later, to sit on the left front row. Having planned to stay distant from others and sit in the back with his notebook, his plan was foiled. However, taking it brightly, he brushed the dust off his table and placed his bag beside his chair, setting himself down and looking around…
No windows—being good to avoid distraction but also creating a lack of daylight and ventilation—came as another annoyance to Rineri, before he shook it off and thought about what he’d have for lunch. Thinking about food made him more sensitive to smell, whereas the room had the smell of old sweaty socks… This was the last straw to him losing it—putting his arms on the table and burying his face in them… He mumbled a scream of frustration, hoping no one would hear or notice him right now.
Sitting back upright, he noticed there was a free seat beside him, before a small opening to pass through and a set of four desks each time. He counted himself lucky to be on a pair desk instead of a quadruple desk. The social aspect of Rineri consisted of stuttering and sweating. Only when he spoke with his foster family could he outrun the obstacles of speech…
The next entrance was that of the prince—Shii walked in and suffered a similarly fateful reaction that Rineri had. He covered a part of his face before sighing and eventually proceeding to sit at the most comfortable desk he could find.
“I can’t tolerate quadruple desks”, he told himself as a nervous sweat left his body and continued locating desks until one had come into sight. Shii walked towards the free desk of Rineri and sat down, he placed his belongings beside him and stared at the blackboard as the social awkwardness crept in.
“This is truly a surprise, and not a good one”, he thought before covering his face once more.
He was the type of person to prefer silence, but the current moment had a calling for… Any word, a simple greeting, would be enough to break the building tension. He inhaled and mustered up the courage to speak, “Hey, we’re the only humans here”, he said to Rineri as a friendly remark after awkwardly looking at the other classmates, where his expression now held an awaiting and silent demand.
“H…h…”, as Rineri did have a few letters be heard before a befalling silence; he never thought someone would actually sit next to him, and of course it would be a human… The only thing that could ruin his reputation which he wished to build up in this class. Thinking of the most rewarding action, Rineri started to visualize various outcomes, just looking down at the desk while moving his lips with no sound leaving. This would’ve gone forth for at least a good 24 seconds before he realized his thoughts didn’t pause time, looking back up to Shii, Rineri inhaled a deep breath before exhaling… Failing to form his thoughts, as he spoke…
“Heol here!”, quickly gaining a blush as pink as a freshly plucked peach, turning his face away before making fists to avoid a scream leaving his mouth.
“Y-yeah, healing magic is pretty awesome. I’ve never gotten the chance to witness it first hand though…” Shii awkwardly replied after suffering an existential crisis in his mind from trying to comprehend just what was spoken to him.
Before their conversations would converse further, the footsteps of what seemed like another student took both their attention. A young female, having the appearance unfitting for someone of this class, entered through the door wearing a fake smile. Her fake expression could be picked up quite fast, as some other factors indicated annoyance and disgust.
But nonetheless she took sight of a place, down the left at a quadruple desk, placing herself closest to the wall, being next to a paired desk with already two others on. But instead of taking initiative, she placed her back towards them, taking out a small novel from her backpack, opening up at around the middle to begin reading.
Rineri looked at her—her long blond hair in a ponytail, waving along the back of her blue to sapphire-like sweater. He recognized her from a time before, when he and his mother visited Emelle for a new cart for his side job as a helper to the letter carrier. If he remembered correctly, her parents worked as merchants on the daily market, selling spare parts for various tools used in woodcraft. Their store had a small area with small wood figures, holding a pane that said “Violet’s works”.
That is where he remembered her, she was still a child but rocked the same style of hair and color scheme on her outfit, the fitting blue and green combination of an emerald long skirt and a sapphire sweater… From someone else's perspective, it could seem as if he had a slight crush on her…
With that certain someone was Shii, he smiled out of both disappointment and hilarity of the situation before turning his attention away. Shii was focused more on the contents of the class than what the other students were doing—his lingering fear being whether he was cut out to be in this academy or not, knowing that he was sent here without a choice.
“Please cease, anxiety”, Shii demanded of his thoughts as a last ditch before covering half of his face once more with his right hand’s palm—it was the natural response of his to stress, anxiety, and absurdity.
His gaze quickly diverted from the blackboard, other students, Rineri and eventually to two newly entering students—a young elven boy with red-orange hair, crimson red eyes and a beautifully thin yet elegant form. Followed by a relatively shorter elven girl with modestly lengthy dark brown hair, housing two dark brown eyes and a pale, soft body that would attract most boys and girls alike.
They seemed already to know each other, settling themselves a bench further from Shii, instantly striking a conversation, slightly overhearable over the subject of Allenorus. The name seemed to be associated with a teacher as far as he could hear, until a sudden mechanical noise of the door handle being pressed down sounded through the room. The old gears needed to get oiled soon. Right after that, the door was closed by a male with more gray hair than a gray forest wolf. Turning back around, he set foot to the teachers desk, which confirmed to all that he was the old man who’d be their teacher.
His appearance alone shows that he should be on retirement, probably still believing in the oldest forms of education. But to most people’s surprise, this teacher, Allenorus, was one of the elder elves who chose to become a teacher to show that not all elders are stuck in the past…
“Good’morn everyone, I’m assigned as your homeroom teacher and professor for most general subjects like history, magic study and critical thinking. My name is Allenorus Elius, one of the elder elves from the capital. I will set aside my rank as long as there is a respectful bond between us, bringing forth a wonderful and… We all know how this speech goes further, all you need to know is that it isn’t the easiest class to be in, bringing along discrimination and disadvantages… I’m here to try and bring you up to at least Class E…”
He turned to face the blackboard and noted down three terms… Magical Array, Elven Region, Aphelos… Next to each was a question mark, before he grabbed three pieces of chalk and turned to the students. Not even speaking a word, he threw the pieces of chalk with the activation of a skill, [Levitational Modification] to avoid it breaking on impact, to three desks.
The first landed on that of Violet, as she closed her book and gazed towards it. The second was by Shii and Rineri, and finally the last landed on the desk of Ikene, who Nscar sat beside.
“The first chalk, so that of yours miss… Is given to you to write on the blackboard everything you know about Magical Arrays, also known as your potential capacity of magic. The second, given to two students, is to together write down as much of the history of this region as you can, which can seem much… Isn’t much compared to what you need to know. The last is given to the two of you there, you are asked to write down the hierarchy of Aphelos’s political system… Advance..”
Ba’dum Ba’dum were the sounds emitted in unison from the hearts of Shii and Rineri, the two antisocial now tasked with something not only social but also pressuring and embarrassing. They watched as the first in line, Violet, was to stand up and proceed towards the blackboard with the chalk in her hand.
Magical arrays.. A tough subject that most failed, since the very existence of them is to explain how magic is distributed among people, though it has never realized a correct answer yet. As Violet, Vi, approached the board, she drew a spiral with a core, placing various lines representing barricades or limiters. With arrows and numbers, she created a chronological order of each being removed and growing the potential of one’s magical ability.
“As shown in the novel ‘A crystal sky’, this is how most visualize a magical array, a spiral with various blockades that represent the limits you need to surpass before reaching your full potential, currently this theory is incomplete as the randomness of distribution still seems to surprise us with unique results.”, Vi spoke out rapidly, before returning to her place with a bored expression. This was a small showage of her creative thinking of getting out of situations… Using her book as a source, redrawing the front image…
Shii hesitantly stands up before tentatively entrusting the chalk to his right palm. He marched towards the blackboard with the mindset of a prisoner marching towards the beheading station. He inhaled and exhaled deeply and slowly before raising his arm and touching the chalk against the blackboard in slow motion.
Rineri’s asynchronous thinking stalled the process of following Shii with around 25-28 seconds, looking around to everyone waiting before standing up and going to stand beside Shii and breathing in and out to calm his heart rate down.
Shii started writing the common knowledge of elves—their lifestyle and appearance—as a preface to the text while he concurrently debated in his mind about how and what he would write as the actual history. Ending up with nothing but slurs and jokes, he delivers a poke to the shoulder of Rineri, implying with his body language—
Rineri understood the assignment, swallowing his shyness, and a huge amount of spit that formed while waiting. Taking the chalk from Shii, he allowed him to step aside and started to write a simple title.
“Quentacille, our founder.” which was followed with a small summary of event information to how the founder created the region. Adding various dates which precisely aim towards the first 160 years of this millenium. Stopping his sentence on a triple dot, he turned to Allenorus, who was already surprised that anyone could write the founder’s name correctly in the old elven language, which wasn’t taught to anyone outside elders.
Rineri poked back at Shii, handing him the chalk, before nudging towards the sentence, which ended on something to easily fill by…
“And as he finally found his end, his grave was located at…”, which had as answer, the current capital Lua. Where the current Elders reside and debate over various laws and changes to the region. Shii accepted his turn and proceeded to write the answer down as he recognized the chance for him to show the geographical knowledge instilled into him before being sent here. He described the capital of Lua and why its culture, location and innovation is the way it is along with the economical and political value it holds as not only the capital but also the spot for the collection of ores and minerals.
Having survived the very essence of death itself, Shii and Rineri were dismissed and returned fatefully to their desks in both relief and nervousness. Shii smiled genuinely as a gesture of thanks to Rineri for saving him.
In the final stead, Ikene and Nscar stood up and arrived at the blackboard with no lack of confidence. Ikene started by writing down the introduction of Lord Aphelos:
“Aphelos Meronus … is the ruler of a town by the very same name. He is best known for ruling a town that lives up to its name of freedom. Under him work 4 supervising elders, each tasked as the heads of various departments …” and so it continued on for a while. The moment was silent yet the very body language of the two had told the entire classroom how prepared and relaxed they were.
Allenorus discards them of their tasks, sending them all back to their desks and had a friendlier expression growing to himself with the duo that wrote the history quite detailed down on short demand. Taking a piece of chalk for himself, he wrote down a line with various dates added with lines…
“Three weeks from now, a national competition is held between all academies and colleges of the elven region, in this you’ll be placed into teams of 6, with each duo playing part in a sort of game. The first game is Capture The Flag, where you use strategy and magic to get by the enemy and steal their flag, safely extracting this to your own base. The second game is Cannibal, which has a strange and not so appealing name, but exists out of a sort of tag, each person who is IT, is seen as a cannibal and must be avoided before they can fake ‘bite’ you. The last game is the literature game, where various citations from books and more are guessed by the players. Class G has their own team this year, since I applied as a teacher and arranged that… With the current 6 people I called to front, I already have visuals on a team for the literature part of this competition…”
Allenorus explained further, about the exams right before and the various practical training during this and next week, mainly existing out of utility magic and basic martial arts with training swords. After all that, a metal clinking sound which was supposed to represent a bell, played through the halls and reached the ears of the students, indicating the first break period arriving.