Chapter 3: Atheron il Ataraxia, Part 2
But wait. Hold on a second. Let’s rein in the horses and figure out how it all led to this point, alright?
School days passed like notebook pages.
In the hallways, I sometimes saw my former classmates. When they saw me, they stiffened and moved away. Same as everyone else.
And about the girls... God bless the dean who approved short skirts as the official uniform for our female students!
The girls in my group were no exception. Then again, it made sense — every second person here looked like a model or the protagonist of some novel.
I noticed that their favorite class was History. Our young teacher, who also happened to be our homeroom instructor, didn’t know much about me.
Her name is Elthea. I don’t remember the rest.
She always preached that we shouldn’t believe rumors and instead trust one another. And during her lectures, I could catch up on some serious sleep.
It even reminded me of the times I used to snore like a horse during classes last year. Good old days.
This time, however, the lecture took an interesting turn.
"Today, we’ll be discussing the Dragonslayers."
Lirael immediately perked up. I noticed — we both sat in the back row.