Abelard looked curiously at the yellow haired child he had been observing for the past few weeks. Under normal circumstances he couldn't be bothered to pay attention to anyone in his class yet. After all, they were a long distance away from awakening their bloodlines to pose any physical threat. As for posing an intellectual threat, that was highly unlikely.
He showed extra attention to this boy because he knew that just like him, he was one of the students who got in via a recommendation. Normally, this would not be enough to warrant his keen observation. It wasn't common knowledge but he was not a person who paid much heed to issues that were not of his concern. It was what his father told him made him mindful of the boy.
"Look at this picture carefully Abe. Burn it into your eyes and engrave it in your mind. When you get to the academy and you meet this boy, do not under any circumstances, offend him! It will be best if you could befriend him. If no
Mane shivered as he replayed the recent event in his mind. "Don't think too much about it boy. We will talk after this. For now get back at that old man who calls himself your teacher." It was only now that Mane realised he was still standing with the entire class staring at him. He thought a long time had passed but it seemed that only a few seconds had passed. He was sure that Mr. Aikens had assumed that he was embarrassed and that was why he was silently standing waiting for him to compose himself. Honestly, after what he just went through he did not put this minor incident to heart. He just wanted to understand what happened. He apologized to Mr. Aikens as he prepared to sit down. As for the comment of the 1st, he just ignored it. After that experience, he felt that Mr. Aikens was much more pleasing to the eye. Unfortunately, the man did not look pleasing for too long.Mr. Aikens was terrified. For a brief moment he felt a dangerous
"I am still waiting. Did you not promise me answers?"Mane was lying on his bed, his gaze fixed onto the ceiling of his room. At had been five hours- five hours since his class had ended. Normally, he would have paid a visit to the library after class but he had no mood for that today. He returned to the dormitory immediately after class.He wasn't alone. The soft breathing of the twins could be heard in the dark room, which had been deprived of its' lights a short ten minutes ago.This room which had two bunk beds, was originally designed to accommodate four individuals. This implied that they were missing a roommate. The twins had picked the bunk bed that was at the left side of the room, extremely close to the bathroom yet far away from the window. A window that coincidentally was at the right side of the room, where Mane's bed was.Mane was accustomed to luxury, but even he had to admit that the rooms the academy provid
"To our victory!!!"In a large hall, decorated with several articles of gold and silver were hundreds of men. The brightly lit halls made the blissful expressions on their faces visible for all to see. They all held huge cups which were filled to the brim with mead. Their eyes were transfixed on the figure that stood majestically on the huge podium. Drunk, yes, but still majestic. Just like the men and women that filled this hall, this huge imposing figure also held a huge cup, with the mead spilling over occasionally. The loud declaration came from this man. He was a large man, his imposing figure towering over most as he stood at a height of six feet and eight inches. Though he wore a loose attire, his robust image was not hidden. His arms which, were thrice the size of a regular man's, were a sight to behold and his broad chest could not be hidden by his clothes.Under regular circumstances, a man of his stature would
"Little Mane, what you experienced was as a result of a curse." The anguished voice of the 3rd was filled with tiredness."A curse? By who?" Mane's immature voice that was filled with shock and surprise caused the 3rd to sigh in remorse.*Sigh*"Yes, little one, a curse. As for who cast it, we do not know. We'll have to find out. Try and remember. How long did you stay in that dark space?"Mane tried to recall how long he spent in that space. Although it seemed as like a few seconds in the outside world, in his mind space it wasn't. Mane was not a weak willed brat. If it was only a few seconds he would have been able to hold on.Hell he would have been fine even if it was just an hour. Initially he thought it was his imagination but the 2nd's words caused him to think. He knew he was in that space for several hours. With each second, minute and hour being more difficult to endure
"Legend states that no one knows when Cronus was born. He just came to be. It was said that when the clock of eternity was wound, upon the first stroke, Cronus appeared.""But that is not true! It's just a pile of bullsh*t to deceive children! Just like every other life form, Cronus was born. But unlike any other life form he was a great schemer! His parents were Uranus and Gaia. His father Uranus, was the ruler of heaven and his mother Gaia, was the overlord of the earth. Cronus was the youngest of the titans, born as Uranus's 12th child."Mane, just like the other mountains, listened intently to the words of the 1st. Even the 3rd who was famed to be the most knowledgeable of the nine, knew nothing about this god called Cronus. They all listened quietly, each holding their breaths like little children being told an exciting story."However, although he was the youngest, he had the wildest ambitions. As a titan Cronus wa
A blonde haired boy was walking around the school with no particular destination in mind. Everywhere he went people stopped what they were doing to take a look at the boy. Though he was smallish, he stood out due to the color of his hair and his deep blue eyes.This blonde haired boy was obviously Mane. He was currently taking a stroll to clear his head. Today was a Saturday, a weekend, so he didn't have to worry about time. He had all of it, at least for now.His stroll was not quiet for long. The impatient 6th could stand the silence no longer and asked him a question. "Hehe, have you thought things through kid?". Though the others were quiet, they also wanted to know what the boy's answer was.After the information they had given to the young chap yester night, particularly what the 1st had revealed to the group, they concluded that Mane had to grow stronger. And he had to do so quickly.Mane was surprised when t
"Hey geniuses, I have a question. Where are you going to train your disciple?"The cold and sarcastic voice of the 3rd cut short the jubilant voices of the other mountains. Mane could not see their true appearances but he was very sure that they were blushing in shame. After all, they had agreed to teach him, but they did not have any idea as to where the boy was to train."Little Mane, doesn't your school have a gym." The calm voice of the 3rd rang out once more, looking for a way to answer her own question.Mane thought about it for a bit. It was indeed true that the academy had a gym. This gymnasium was equipped with cultivation rooms and countless equipment that made it possible for one to cultivate and strengthen themselves. Unfortunately, since one could only awaken their bloodlines at the age of eight or nine, the gym was only made available to students who were above the third year."That is not possible. Th
Mr. Aikens rubbed his temple in exhaustion. It wasn't public information but he was actually the assistant headmaster of the school. Most head teachers give up their classes when they are appointed but not him. He loved to teach. He regarded it as a privilege- a privilege to impart knowledge onto a growing generation. After all, he was a scholar, and which scholar detested the art of divulging knowledge to others? However, it was exactly because of this chivalrous nature that he had to come to school on Saturdays.Because he was still a teacher, he was never able to fulfil his head teacher duties on time. To make up for that, he had to sacrifice a greater part of his Saturdays to get the job done. But he did not regret his decision. If he had to do it all over again, he would still make the same choices he had made back then. He got up to fetch himself a glass of water. Mr. Aikens was pouring himself a glass of water, when he heard a knock on the door.