" yea! I'm telling you there's a negro there" said a brown Knight
" possibly not, it's been up to a century since we last had one, not now" replied the other Knight.
"If it's true, them he's done for because he won't last a week"
Yawns!!!
Klora yawned as he scratched his face. It was a long night and also a refreshing one. He had forgotten about the Knight School until he heard footsteps behind the door and also some knights discussing in the corridor.
He thought he had heard them discussing about a negro in the Brown Dept. until he heard them discussed it again.
"Lets wait till he comes out, I'm telling you he's a negro." said the Brown Knight.
" I really can't wait to have fun with him" replied the second one.
Klora in his bed knitted his brows as he sat upright. He noticed that his roommate wasn't there yet.
"what I'm I supposed to do all by myself now?" he though in him as he went back in bed. He even thought of Boyun at some moments, thinking of where he was at the moment.
Bell sounded!
A bell was rung and Klora could hear numerous footsteps rushing hear and there. He doesn't know what it meant. No one was there to tell him what to do.
Some moments later, he could no longer hear footsteps, everywhere was tranquil.
He stepped out of bed and moved closer to the door. He quietly opened the door and moved out onto the corridor. He could hear nothing from anywhere.
He wasn't sure of what to do, so, he headed back into the room.
" Klora!"
Klora moved out again to see who just called his name. To his amazement, it was Spiller. Somehow, he was happy to see him.
"You should be with the other newbies already, what are you still doing here?" asked Spiller.
" The newbies? I don't even know what I'm supposed to do or where to go." Klora replied him.
"Those old bastards, anyway, change into a black robe and follow me, I'll wait for you" said Spiller.
" Black robe? But I don't hav…." But before he could let it out, he remembered the luggage he had saw the previous night.
" just a minute please" said Klora as he rushed back in the room.
He went straight to the luggage and opened it, he then browsed through the clothes in it and took out a black robe he had seen. He took off the red one he was putting on and put on the black one. He hurried back out of the room and met Spiller still waiting.
" thank you so much" said Klora as he got to where Spiller was waiting.
They moved away from the corridor and down the stairs.
" where are we going now?" asked Klora. But before Spiller could talk, Klora himself saw the answer to the question.
Beneath the stairs was a door. Spiller opened it as he and Klora went in.
In it were rooms with their door closed but a little different from the ones in the dorm. They were large and looked well arranged.
There were 5 rooms after Klora counted. Each room had a symbol on it. Spiller moved along the corridor and stopped midway.
"Here it is, newbies should be having history class by now" said Spiller.
Klora was puzzled, he didn't know what that meant or what he was supposed to do.
" So, what should I do now?" asked Klora.
Spiller moved back at Klora, held his wrist and pulled him to the front of a room door. There was a directory symbol at the top.
" you just have to knock once and open the door. Don't be scared, just walk inside." said Spiller.
" Is there even anyone in there? It's too quiet.? Klora asked curiously. Spiller beamed as he knocked the door and pulled the handle. He opened it and pushed him in.
"No.. no… no…" it was too late, he was already in.
Klora widened his eyes as he saw the crowd in the room. The room was wider than it looked from the outside. The view was awesome.
" this is huge enough to contain the whole of Daorah Kingdom" Klora thought.
In front of him were crowd in rows straight and neat. There were different people in different colored robes, Brown, Green and Gray. They all were sitting together.
Klora noticed that he was the only in back robe, he stood at the back of the crowd, of course, that was where the door led him to. He thought of going back to the dorm to change his robe, he wasn't going to present himself as a mocking negro. He turned back to open the door but it was gone.
"What!" he exclaimed. Where could a door go to all by itself? He wasn't even sure if he was hallucinating. There was nothing he could , he only had to look for a way to hide himself.
There was nobody at the front. Klora was expecting to see a teacher or something but he couldn't see any. There was a seat together with a table at the front, of course that was for a teacher. There was also an opened door at the front.
Everywhere was quiet, no one talked, they all were just in their seats looking forward.
What could he possibly do? He thought of waiting there all day long but suddenly thought it a bad idea. He looked around the back seats and saw an empty seat.
" I would just sit here" he thought.
He went to the seat and sat on it peacefully.
As he sat, he looked around and noticed that those at the back seats were staring at him. He hurriedly looked away and joined the others looking at the front.
"what! It's real, he's a negro!" exclaimed one of the boy sitting not far from Klora. He was putting on a Green robe.
" told ya, whata think of himself, putting on Black on a first day." Replied another boy
"Oh! Momma forced that on him" said another boy from the middle row as he burst into laughter. The silence was broken as the other people joined in the laughter.
To Klora, it seemed like he was the one they all had been waiting for, to feed their boredom.
The whole room was flooded with noise as there were whisperings here and there. Klora couldn't hold it anymore, he was becoming infuriated. He kept on staring at the floor and tried hard not to look at anyone's face.
The noise was becoming louder and some of them were even standing from their seats just to look at him as if he were a value item from the museum.
To Klora's amazement, those sitting beside him didn't join the others to mock him, they just sat still, they seemed to be thinking of something else.
" hey negro! How come you are there, did you appear out of thin air or what? We've been waiting for you for long! " a boy in Brown robe yelled as the crowd burst into laughter again.
"Silence! " yelled a voice.
Everywhere turned silent as they all kept quiet.
"oh, it's Master Ril, the history teacher." someone whispered.
Master Ril was of an average height and had a white skin. He was putting on what looked like a black cloak. He had a centimeter long beard and a massive side borne.
He was standing at the entrance of the room with some books held in his hand.
" What's the hullabaloo all about?" he asked rhetorically. He moved towards the chair at the front and sat on it as he placed the books on the table.
" The knight school is for brave aspirants who are humble and ready to sacrifice themselves for the wizardry world." said Master Ril. He drew out a book from among the books he placed on the table. He opened it and also drew out a quill from amidst the book.
" in front of me are arrogant kids who don't fit to be a knight"