(This Story Take place AFTER The Forgotten Memory and The Fire Next To Me)

The Battle of the Gods...an event that changed the political views of everyone on the Ring Continent on how they saw the infected. The world had now chosen to rethink what they had done to them and personally apologized for their actions against them during the night of the Battle of the Stars, which led to both parties now living together in a sort of peaceful way. However...As time went on during the next few years...The humans who worked as history teachers chose to tell their students less and less about their mistakes and horrible actions that they had committed against the race of the infected...

The world slowly went on blind on its own past...but inside of its blindness there was one person who shall be determined to find the truth of this world... Maeve Ardenfall. Madam Ardenfall was a college student in the Ring Continent's main college. She was about 20 years old and stood at five foot seven. Unlike most of her school, she was human. She was currently late to her first class of her session... I believe it was Nathan Crossfield's class? Not sure.

Ardenfall's alarm rang out for the final time... It had already rung about ten times now, and the final one had finally woken her up... She slowly got up from her bed and headed to the shower, where she quickly showered before making sure her hair and skin were as beautiful as she always wished they were. As soon as she was done, she walked over to the kitchen and made herself a bagel with eggs and a slice of cheddar cheese in it; of course, she cleaned up after herself so as to not have dishes to clean up when she came back home after class. She picked up her bagel and walked back to her bedroom, hopping on her gaming chair and leaning back on it as she took a single bite... She reached for her computer and turned it on... As soon as the time popped up on screen, she let out a small yelp of surprise and ran out of her room to catch the next bus, hoping to god that Crossfield would not close the door to class before she arrived. She loved his class. She loved to learn about history.

Crossfield was just about to close the door to his class when he heard the running and panting of a woman coming from the hall. He let out a small chuckle as he let the running student get into class in time. He cared about his students more than anything. He glanced at the late student with his only working eye...and waved her inside the class and told her to sit down quietly at her place so she wouldn't distract the other students.

Maeve glanced around the available seats with her bagel in hand and silently sat down in the back of the class even though she would have loved to sit at the front, especially at the first table to the right against the wall... Tough luck; she should have arrived on time if she was this obsessed with a seat.

She quickly opened her notebook and, as fast as she could before the teacher erased the board, noted down everything that was written onto it. But one word that was written made her pause for a moment.

Last session, her teacher had told the students that the god who had managed to unify the two races was a human... But on Nathan's board it was clearly written that the race of the Great Clive Kushin was unknown. All the evidence of his existence was from the statements of the members of the hunter organizations who had run away before their headquarters were destroyed... So which statement was truth...? Were Clive's origins unknown to the world, or was he simply human...? Maeve raised her hand to ask that exact question to the teacher.

Nathan let out a small chuckle and quickly answered her question with another question.

''To you, what does truth mean? Is it what someone believes or what the world believes it is? Can truths change, or are they frozen in time?''

This made Maeve freeze...this was a history class, not a philosophical one, jeez...But she indulged the weird out-of-nowhere question and simply replied that she believed that the truth was what someone believed it was and that it could, in fact, change. Crossfield smiled at her answer and simply told her that now that she knew what truth was to her ideals, she had the answer to her questions.

Maeve seemed to understand what the teacher meant. Truths were what you believed. It did not matter what someone else thought the truth was because they had different lives and pasts. The truth in their eyes is very different from her eyes. She quickly nodded and thanked the teacher as he slowly erased the board.

Maeve glanced to her right to look at Marc, a friend of hers that she hangs out with a lot, but when she went to look at him, it seemed like he had missed today's class. Weird... He never did that before.

Maeve grew curious of who else was there in the class at the moment and kept looking around... Next to Marc's empty chair sat Tom... A guy with glasses and a nerdy voice—well, he was the literal concept of a nerd made truth, minus the voice. In front of him sat Dan, pretty sure he also was Marc's friend... She hadn't seen much or heard much of him, though. Sitting right in front of Marc's desk was Joseph, a quiet six-foot-tall guy. Muscular and definitely strong, and yet it was more than obvious how shy he was. Every time that Maeve ran into him outside of class, he always stammered over his words, which she couldn't lie that she found more than adorable.

In front of Maeve's desk was Luka. The only infected of the class, Maeve knew little about him. His power was pretty nice, to be honest. Anything he drew came to life, but he had to use a special kind of ink for it to happen, and then finally in front of him stood the last three other students of the class: Alfie, William, and Leo, Maeve knew nothing of those three...Pretty sure they just got transfered this year.

Maeve quickly focused back on the teacher and kept on writing down everything that he was talking about, especially when it was about the Battle of the Gods; she was obsessed with it.

However, as the time of the class was coming to an end, a cop walked into the class and requested to talk to the teacher. The students looked at each other confused and waited for Nathan to come back, which he did quickly. He had grim news about the missing student, Marc.

He had just been found dead.

Maeve and Dan almost jumped out of their seats as they heard that their friend had been found dead. They clearly wanted the teacher to tell them that this was some kind of twisted prank. But the look that came from their teacher immediately made their heart sink. Their friend was truly dead... How...Who...Was it accidental...? Nathan sighed softly, his hands closing hardly on themselves as if he was fighting back something.

Dan was the first to go after the cop, but Maeve quickly followed him down the hall, as they needed answers to their questions right now. They wanted to know how he died.

Dan quickly grabbed onto the officer's arm and almost spun him around, which made the officer go into attack mode for a second before he saw it was just one of the students, which made him calm down...hearing the desperate questions from the kids, he let out a sigh and reluctantly answered them. It was a murder. They did not have a suspect yet, but they highly suspect it was a teacher of this school.

This made the two students freeze and look at each other...

Was it one of their teachers?