"Oh, hi, Rufus," Roxanne said as she placed her hand in front of the cat's face, right before the cat decided to let her pet him. "This is Rufus, she is my Mom's cat. Mom found her going through our garbage holding a dog collar that said Rufus on the tag in her mouth. We never found the dog the tag belonged to, but Rufus seems to like her name and the house."

"Why would a cat be able to use killing intent?" I asked, horrified that an animal of that small stature would be able to wield killing intent that would terrify even the bravest of warriors.

"Oh, that," Roxanne said, "I think she might've been a dragon in her past life."

"What?" I asked, "What would you want to harbor a dragon in your home for?"

"We were friends," Roxanne said.

"Not many can say that, even in our old world," I said, "Who are you, Roxanne?"

"You mean who was I?" Roxanne asked, "That's the thing, Arthur, some things aren't meant to be known until others are ready."

"You're saying that I, the Hero Arthur Brown, am not ready to know something?" I asked.

"Not just you, Arthur," Roxanne said, "The world isn't ready and more importantly, I'm not ready to announce it. You'll be the first to find out, Arthur, but we need time." Roxanne sighed and grabbed my hand, dragging me to her room. "Let's get this tutoring thing done and over with. I want to play some video games. There's this one that the world in it looks just like how Denuir used to look like when we were young."

"What's a video game?" I asked. Roxanne laughed.

"Let's get you writing first," Roxanne said, "Then, I'm going to show you the world of video games. I particularly like ones that remind me of Denuir."

Half an hour passed before I realized that this English language thing was only slightly less complicated than the language I had been writing in and by that I meant that the uniformity of it was easier to understand, because the language I had written in for the past 1,996 years on my home world was one that barely had any uniformity. It was sort of fresh knowing that I didn't have to write the characters that was always intensely hard for me, which was the characters for "to be", "to say", "to like", and every pronoun that we had on our language. They weren't hard if you were used to them, but I remember struggling with those ones in particular for decades, or maybe it was centuries?

"This isn't too hard," I said, "I was already able to read the language, but I never tried to write it before."

"I'm not surprised at how quickly you picked that up," Roxanne said, "But now you have to get used to writing your papers in this language. Can you translate everything you've written for your classes and we'll turn in the translated copies so that you don't actually fail the 9th grade?"

"I can," I said, "But it might take a while."

"You don't have to translate the entire paper for your English paper," Roxanne said, "The teacher said 12-13 pages not 20-30 pages."

"I did that just to spite her," I said, "She always looks at me with disapproval."

"She's a teacher, Arthur," Roxanne said, "She thinks that you're a delinquent, so don't mind her."

"A delinquent?" I asked, "I am a Hero and a Warrior. There is no way that I would go so low as to become a delinquent, Roxanne."

"Mrs. Jameson doesn't know that," Roxanne said, "It's your job to do your homework, but you're the one submitting it in an unknown language, that doesn't have a translation here. What is she supposed to think?"

"I see," I said, "What can I use as proof that I am not a delinquent?"

"Just keep going to class and submit your papers in English," Roxanne said, "Other than that, there's not much else you can do. You're already overly polite as it is."

"Am I?" I asked. Roxanne didn't say anything for a while.