《The Oddity: The One Who Does Not Belong》Chapter 7: The library
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I slowly open my eyes. I lay sprawled across the large dorm room bed. My left hand is still on the nightstand searching for the pen and paper. I shift my gaze from the ceiling to the clock hanging upon the wall.
"6" I say satisfied.
Although I didn't go running yesterday I still feel like it's something I have to do.
I take off my uniform. Some parts of my body still ache from what happened yesterday.
Okay. I'll run, come back, bathe, then write.
I open the door and move to the stairs. A weird feeling strikes me. Looking at the solid carpeted stairs, yesterday evening I could have sworn that there were significantly more, but today they look like they were merged to create larger ones.
I ran from the dorms to Treant Park and back. I was hoping to see the two orphans from yesterday but I guess it was still too early. When I made it back to the dorm I took my clothes off and went into the bathroom. It was a pretty luxurious bathroom. It had a sink, a tub, and running water! I let the warm water fill the tub as I rinsed myself off.
Sadly during the bath I was so immersed in the nice warm feeling that I couldn't think of too much to write.
By the time I was out it was 6:45. I put on my uniform and sat down.
What do I write? That thought kept crossing my mind. So, since I could think of nothing, I just wrote.
Dear Aisha,
I haven't communicated with you since we were separated eight years ago. If you don't remember me, I'm your older brother. I know that I haven't been a good one, but I would still like to have some sort of relationship...
It continued for a while.
When I had finally finished it the time was 7:32.
Well, guess I've got another run, was my thought at the time.
Honestly writing that paper made me nervous. I was sweating more than when I ran to the park. I wonder how I'll be when I send it. My penmanship is downright embarrassing. My master made fun of me a lot, although I'm sure he didn't actually mean for it to hurt my feelings.
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I know that he's only been gone for a day but I miss him already. If he were here I would go talk about this letter with him. He'd laugh at me for a bit and then help me. I sometimes wonder how a carefree guy like him is so powerful. Maybe it's because he's so powerful he's kinda carefree.
He taught me quite a lot. How to protect myself, how to stop holding grudges, how to use my strength for others. If he didn't think that I had talent, would he still have taken me along with him? Where is he now and why am I left behind?
I thought that while running to the school.
I greeted the guards and moved past them into the school. Students were still wandering around.
I walked on through the hallway and into my classroom.
It's 7:58.
School hasn't started yet.
The rest of the students are buzzing around chatting about the newest wands and staffs on the market. Some of the students talk about the "hot" seniors and how they talked to them. It's the second day, maybe they were being nice.
Ellar and her group are on time today. Guess they learned their lesson. I mean I did too but I had a legit reason for being late, I just couldn't explain it properly.
Ah. Maybe I could ask blue hair about the letter I wrote. I could also ask Axel but he seems too odd, he could also be working under the headmaster. Would blue hair even want to sit down and talk about the letter with me? It's still worth a shot.
*Bump*
The door opens. Miss Ein walks in, her left hand is clinging onto a large leather bound book. I should go check out the library later.
"Class has started, to your seats everyone."
She says that while dropping the book on the stand. It makes a loud *Boom* sound. The other students scurry to their desks like mice. Axel leaps over the table and falls almost perfectly next to me.
Too bad perfectly doesn't cut it. He landed on the ground and used a quick spell to make the pain go away.
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Miss Ein is trying to stifle a laugh.
"Hehehahaha. O-okay. Sorry about that class. Lets begin the lesson."
She lifts up the book for everyone to see, holding it like a monkey would a lion cub if it were his future king.
"How many of you recognize this book?" she asks.
The room is silent.
"Well, I expected as much. This is one of the first copies of the book that told about the war 400 years ago."
Some of the student's mouths are in an o shape.
Mine are pursed. I've heard of the story, everyone has.
"500 years ago, a large war broke out. We know it as the Great War. The extremely powerful forest and mountain dwelling Navacks led by their "god" Malkuron had started a conquest against all the other races. They were expected to be a disorderly force but Malkuron had the ability to communicate over long distances. Humans were the weakest force in the war. Having no magic they were unable to do anything to the hard skin of the Navacks."
A dwarf raised his hand.
"What about us dwarves? We couldn't use magic back then."
"That's not true."
A puzzled look was smeared on his bushy face.
"They were able to use enchanting magic on their weapons which allowed them to hurt the Navacks." she said this while staring straight at him. "But! Every race was getting pushed back. Then, changes started taking place. After one hundred years of fighting with the other races that could use magic we, humans, started to be born with the ability to use magic. They were kept a secret and were taught a single spell, one that had them sacrifice their lives."
"The secret was then purposefully leaked to Malkuron and when they were captured they performed the spell."
She took a deep breath.
"Does anyone know the name of the person who wrote this book?"
The tall girl next to blue hair raises her hand.
"The same person this academy is named after." she says confidently.
"Right. Now..."
She excitedly told stories of the seven magicians who built the empire. After the Great War, some of the other races took advantage of the land that was left by the Navacks and quickly expanded their territory. The humans were divided and scattered. So seven powerful mages aligned themselves with a young kingdom and started conquering the weaker surrounding kingdoms to bolster the strength of the humans.
Currently there are still six other large human countries.
*DING*
Strange, that didn't happen yesterday.
"Looks like it's free time now. Be back at 10 for class." Miss Ein says.
Many of my classmates just sat there like broken dolls. Only a few, including blue hair, were leaving the classroom.
So, following their example I stood up and left the classroom, making as much of a bee line towards the library that I could have. I was stopped along the way by the seniors, they seemed pretty nice, they told me how to get to the library. Those girls in the classroom were probably lost and were given directions like me.
When I reached the library I just stood there. There two giant wooden doors, if both were put together it would seem like a very expensive town gate. Both were opened leading to a place far larger than a palace room. I walked by the finely crafted and decorated doors. Inside were thousands of books, each stacked on the towering bookshelves that required flight magic to reach. There were steps that lead to a second floor so high up, that if a person were to lean of the railing, it would seem like a king looking at the commoners gathered down below his balcony.
I approach the librarian who's standing behind a desk.
He wore the same robe that the other teachers wore and had a pair of glasses on his rectangular face.
"How may I help you?" he asks.
"I'm looking for a book on exorcism." I respond.
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