Tale of Dordin

The second day of school was nothing like I had imagined, nosey teachers, rude students and to top it all off, the mysterious Groovehood senior who I hadn't seen all morning.

"Earth to Debby," Mrs. Grassroots, our history professor flicked her fingers.

"I'm so sorry," I replied hastily.

"Care to share with the class?" She teased.

I blushed red in return and answered her question with a smile.

"So, you weren't in the last class, right?" She asked, pushing her glasses to the bridge of her nose.

"Yes ma, I just joined recently," I answered her.

"Then you know nothing about the tale of Dordin, yes?"

"Yes, ma." I reluctantly replied.

I knew nothing about Dordin. I wasn't a native, I've never attended the school and I just enrolled. Asking the obvious was just so stupid to me, she knew the answers for Christ's sake! But I wasn't going to tell her that, even though she seemed warm — this was Genesis after all, and from what I've known, in Genesis, anything could happen.

"Okay, we'll start with that," Immediately the words fell off her lips, and the other students started groaning, mumblings soon followed.

"Silence!" Mrs. Grassroots yelled.

I'd never seen her like that but then again, I'd never seen her before, she could pass off as a small woman. She was a small woman with the tiniest of voices but she still managed to let her voice be heard.

She was no doubt one of the nicest professors. You can't judge a book by its cover, but— I just did.

"Debby wasn't in the last class and we all know the tale of Dordin is one of the most important topics in our curriculum, if not the most important. It represents our culture, our town. Now, don't be selfish and bring out your books. I'll ask questions and you know I will."

I liked the new Professor. At first, I thought she was timid and would probably get her petite self eaten in that classroom full of hungry sharks, but she proved herself and she proved me wrong.

"Before I begin, I'd like to ask a question. Debby, when you hear the tale of Dordin, what do you think of?"

Oh, no! She didn't.

"Um, Tyler Durden?"

The class burst into laughter.

"What's that?" Mrs. Grassroots asked, amusement twinkling in her eyes.

"It's not a what, it's a who." I corrected, not having any of their ignorance.

"Boooooooo,"

"You maggots seriously haven't seen the narrator movie or Pursuit of Happiness, even Fight Club 3?" I asked, surprised at their lack of ‘knowledge’.

"That's enough! Okay, thanks for the little touch of knowledge there Debby, have your seat,"

I complied, ignoring the nasty looks thrown at me.

"Tale of Dordin is about a man, a selfless man. He was the bravest of all — to some of the folks, he was portrayed as the villain, but in this school, we see him as a hero.

Dordin was the most beautiful man to ever grace Earth and by far, the strongest. He was betrothed to Generosasis, of course, the best man deserves the best woman, it's how it has always been.

Generosasis loved Dor-"

"I apologize for cutting you off ma'am, but I'm very curious, was Dordin human or an Owlignus?" I asked.

The teacher looked stunned but pleased, "that's a very good question! I see you've made your findings about supernaturals, well to answer your question, Dordin was human."

"But humans and Owlignuses can't breed a child, isn't that right?" I continued.

"Your name again?" Mrs. Grassroots asked.

"Deborah Waters," I replied.

"Deborah, It has come to my knowledge that you're a very inquisitive young lady, I like that. You and I wouldn't have issues understanding each other. Back to your question, they can't breed but as I said earlier, Generosasis was the most powerful woman — in the sense that people started to secretly worship her, she was something you'd call the chosen one. That is, the Akwanisis. Because of her powers, only she could make babies with humans. Only the Akwanisis. Whenever you're free, you can come see me in my office so I can tell you everything I know about Generosasis, but today's class is about Dordin, so that's what we'll be shedding light on, okay?"

"Okay, ma'am."

"As I was saying, Dordin and Generosasis loved each other but with every love story comes a villain, Asiuta, Generosasis' blood sister. Asiuta secretly longed for Dordin, she made failed plans in her head to get him, devising different strategies, but Dordin is a man of his word, if he has his eyes set on one woman then he's going to stand by her till the end of time.

Asiuta didn't like the fact that Dordin ignored all her advances, her ego was bruised and of course, a jealous woman isn't a sight to see.

One evening, the town was bubbly as usual, and the people were busy with their various activities, Generosasis had just left the library when she was informed of something sickening. Her sister, Asiuta was caught in a compromising position with Dordin.

Generosasis was furious, her eyes saw red and her claws itched for blood. She took off in a frenzy to the said location, seeking vengeance. Her heart bled as she watched the man she loved frolicking with her sister, she cried out in agony, releasing her anger on the town. The town had failed her, the town was supposed to be her shield, she had failed her— the town let her own sister touch her man.

Betrayal is an understatement for what she felt, she was disappointed. Generosasis shapeshifted into a Dragon. Yes, I said Dragon. They used to exist ages ago. The fire-breather stomped towards the couple, ignoring the presence of the astonished people. She grabbed her sister with her tail and flung her off, during this time— Dordin was still unconscious, he was in a deep slumber. He wasn't aware of the chaos around him, or that the woman he cherished was trying to burn him alive. The heat around him woke him up, he was drenched in his sweat from fear and of course, heat.

Dordin wasn't in a good state of mind, he didn't have time to figure things out because Generosasis had just released fire on her sister, the smell of burning flesh filled the air, this time, the people already knew things were about to get ugly and that was when they got scared. Really scared." Mrs Grassroots paused, sipping the bottle of water in her left hand.

I used that time to take in what she said, the story my uncle told me was different from hers. In his, Genesis was a scorned woman and in my professor's, Asiuta, her sister was the villain and the cause of the disaster because she was obsessed with Dordin—which simply means Dordin was innocent, he was a victim of circumstance.

"Okay, I had to take my breath there. So, the peoples' cries alerted Generosasis, with nothing left in her heart but hatred and the cloud above her eyes sprouted by betrayal— she couldn't decipher anything but follow her instincts. She roared in anger, and a ball of fire rolled out of her enormous mouth, hitting the houses across the library. That night, some generations perished, and hundreds of people died, Dordin being one of them. Generosasis murdered the man she claimed to love, she murdered her sister and a dozen families.

Now, Deborah, that is the tale of Dordin, what do you think about it?"

I cleared my throat, "I think it's the most fascinating story, I also think Dordin's story shouldn't have ended that way." I said, silently praying it was what she wanted to hear.

"Very Good! I see you listened to every word I said. Good, good." She cheered.

Well, I guess that was what she wanted to hear.

"The class is over!" A voice yelled from the back of the class.

"Children, see you another day." Said Mrs. Grassroots.