I have become friends with Avia. We've been walking to school and coming bacl together for some weeks now. (It's weird to have a 12 days week, but at the same time convenient.) After her weird reaction regarding the car I had drawn I confronted her. Concluding from her behaviour I thought she came from earth, too. But she denied it. Well not exactly but she at least did not tell me that she is from earth and said she had another reason to have reacted like that.

Regardless I am still not convinced. There still are possibilities for why she did not tell me, even though it might not be awkward to do so.

First: She might really not come from earth, but I can't bring myself to believe that.

Second: She does come from earth but has a reason to not tell me.

Third: She doesn't fully remember and is not sure herself whether her memories are a dream or were reality.

I can't be sure that mine are real, but to tell the truth, I don't care and the only thing is, I have these memories. They feel distant but close at the same time. As if it was me living them but also it wasn't me. Thinking about that just makes me worry about something that doesn't matter anymore.

Whatever is the case soon or later I might be able to find out the truth.

While walking and talking with her I realized that Avia is really smart even though she had some problems with math at the beginning. Her behaviour is an unusual mix of mature and childish. I did not expect her to be that talkative and she regulary gets red faced from really normal situations. This leads to my imagination she somehow might have the hots for me. But this would probably be just a little childrens romance. Thinking this further could lead to some misunderstandings and it is way too early to do, for my age. So I leave this thoughts locked for now.

The situation between Avia and me is just a sidenote, because the important part begins now:

My teacher promised me to let me meet her university professor. And when she told me he is interested, too, I made some preparations and wrote down some basics in math and physic from earth.

After I told my parents about the meeting, father was worried a lot while my mom just said:

»That's wonderul! Let him go. Milli will look over him. so don't worry.«

»But still. Even though it's her, there still are so many bad people out there.«

My teachers name is Milla Parchel by the way and she is an old acquaintance of mom.

Apparently to be allowed as a teacher you need to have a Guardian license of at least Level 4. The license Level maxes out at 10 and only 9 or 10 are qualified to be attendants of high nobility. For that reason most teachers were mercenaries, soldiers or other fighting specialists before. Why do they need a Guardian license? The world is, like my father said, full of bad people. Kidnapping children is not that rare. They are mostly used to be raised as soldiers or even worse as experimental objects.

If you raise a soldier from a young age they will develope faster. Also nobody suspects children to carry out assassination missions. Probably most people today do suspect those, but it's still hard to differentiate between a really helpless child and a soldier. That's why most Guardians keep children as far away from their employers.

A childrens magic is still unstable, which makes it also easy to absorb, disturb or change through external influences.

That's why children are valuable to various people at the blackmarkets, mischievous organisations and such. Where else would you be able to get a lot of them if not at a school?

My teacher reached rank 6 as a Guardian. And she will pick me up in a few minutes*.

I just finished packing the notes into a bag. They are just loose, unbound papers so I Sorted them and put them in a package my father gave me.

For my parents my notes were just childish fantasies and they didn't care as long as I had fun. In their eyes I was just a smart and curious child. Fortunately!

I take my bag and go down. I mostly use the exit through my fathers shop like today. After walking down the staircase, I enter the dining room, to the right is the exit through the backyard. to the left is the door to my fathers shop. I reach out my tiny hands to the handle at the height of my forehead. A significant amount of strength is needed for this door to open. At least for a child.

With a little creak the door opens while I enter. To the right is the counter of the shop where my father is talking to a customer interested in some herbs for medical purpose. The herbs are mostly behind the counter. Other merchandise is in glass cabinets or show cases throughout the room. artifacts, devices and some lightly enchanted equipment is everywhere. The valuable stuff is in the back and my dad only gets them out for special customers.

At the wall to the right between to the shelf with the herbs and the door I come from is a chair. To the left is the door to my mothers workshop.

I sit down on the chair in the to patiently wait for my teacher to pick me up. My dad is currently talking to a customer interested in some herbs for medical purpose.

»Cheloo? A silent whisper reaches me from the left.«

My mom has opened thr door leading to her workshop just a little gab wide. Without the faintest sound.

»come over. She whispers and beckons me through the gab.«

My dad is still talking and doesn't seem to notice mom. I jump off the chair with a thud. Mom pressed her index and middlefinger horizontally against her lips. A sign to be silent. Looking back at my dad I cautiously sneak out of the room.

The workshop of my mother is mainly filled with swords, axes and knifes. There also is a large assortment of different arrows. Some tools for working like hammers, tongs and alike. Also some ordinary ones like scissors, forks or even spoons. There is no armour because my mom is a bit special about her job. An armour is something that has to fit its owner perfectly to just make an armour to fit anyone or as a display is a waste of resources. She also won't make a warhammer or mace because 'everything close to a hammer is a holy tool of forging and not meant for war nor violence'.

»I have something for you.«

My mom said quietly while pulling me along softly. We enter her smithery. And then begins to search the room for something.

»Wait... where did I put it? ...I - just finished it yesterday...«

Mom was a master in putting her stuff somewhere she wouldn't be able to find it. When she is absorbed in her work it even gets worse. After she finishes her new project, she can't even find the tools she just used a moment ago. It's like an unfortunate superpower.

»AH I GOT IT! ... How did it end up here?«

Good question. How did it end up there? She is currently using a ladder to go through the storage at the intermediate floor close to the ceiling. Looking in a box far in the back. She just made it yesterday so why is it that far in the back?

She jumps down with a #Hepp and goes down on one of her knees.

»Here this si for you, but don't tell your father! he would be just too worried.«

Her hand reaches out to me. In it lieing a short sword, a really short sword perfectly fitting for my size. It feels strange getting handed a little sword by my mother.

»Really? For me?«

She smiles

»Yes for you. This is just for today! You will have to give it back when you come back home. But you learned some selfdefense in school, so please use this in worst case. JUST-_-FOR-_-SELF-DE-FENSE!«

»I knew you would do something like that!«

Dad surprised us.

»I told you it is way too early to let him play with such dangerous tools.«

»He is not gonna play with it«

»Even though giving him a sword is an act of irresponsibility!«

»I had my-« - »WHAT does it matter? you always were a weapon and smithery freak...«

The sight of my dad scolding mom looks kinda cute. By the looks of it dad is not that mad but upset that mom tried to do it behind is back. Except talking it over.

The scolding is harmless. My mom is around one and a half heads smaller than dad so it looks impressiv and brutal at first with dad running his mouth and hitting on the head with the sheathed shortsword she wanted to give me. But at second sight those words were just filled with worry and his hits were so light they couldn't even bend a flower. After some fatal verbal hits about parenthood, she begins to... smile. I guess she realized how much dad cared about us and couldn't hold back. Dad is confused and the scolding is interrupted by my teacher calling out for me.

»HELLO? Chelo? Melosa? Anyone here?«

she shouts through the workshop.

»YES BACK HERE IN THE SMITHERY! ...You are lucky - I guess.«

My teacher comes around the corner.

»D-did I interrupt something?«

»No no, everything is fine.«

My mother answered while walking to her. With a smile she greets her.

»Welcome again.«

»Nice to be here again. I was at the enchantment store first but noone was there. Is it okay to leave it open and alone?«

»That's right, I should head back fast. Chelo take this.«

Dad gets closer to me while mom and teacher began to their smalltalk. He kneels before me giving me the shortsword and a pendant. Then pets my head. I nod.

»Always keep that pendant close to you. Your mom and I care a lot about you. Don't do anything rash and keep close to Miss Parchel. I have to go and keep an eye on the shop. Or it may run away again!«

Dads Shop never ran away. But he keeps that pun** alive. Though his shop has exploded, burned, been flooded, turned into a chaos by a wandering armour, turned puple before or other curious things happened to it... most of that many times.

I don't know how it works yet, but dad once enchanted a statue of a minature sized goblin. Afterwards it began to talk, stole some goods and ravaged through the store using some of the magical tools and devieces. He said he would not stop until Pronk Nomborg is the ruler of this land and demanded a 3 winged Promonkel as his mount. Dad assumed that Pronk was the goblin himself and he just talked about himself in third person. Whatever a Promonkel is, most likely we will never know.

»Yes I will be careful! Thanks a lot.«

I am really happy that my dad trusts me that much. I give him a wide grin as goodbye while he leaves for his store. Mom and my teacher already went deep into their conversation. It's like a special ability of those two to get there this fast. I put away the shortswort into my bag, the pendant around my neck and hide it under my clothes. Then I proceed to go to mom. I pull on her coat to make her notice me.

»Oh yeah I almost forgot the reason you came here.«

My teacher was also suddenly pulled out of her trance tied to the conversation.

»Yeah Right. We need to go!«

»Sorry I distracted you... Did Widdi go already?«

»Yes, Dad is already in his store again.«

»Well whatever. Chelo have fun and take care. Milli if anything bad happens say farewell to this world!«

»Yeah yeah i know. Chelo will come back without a scratch don't worry.«

I say goodbye to mom who hugges me tightly and gives me a kiss on my forhead.

»Don't make any trouble!«

Teach takes my hand and walks off with me.

»Don't worry we'll be fine!«

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We would have been fine... If the professor did not have that kind of assistant...