Everyday day before the class began is normal for students small talk between them, about what they did or saw after the last school day or simple talk about random things. Usually every group of friends has a unique variety of topics, after all everyone is different. But today this isn't a usual day, something happened in the day before, that is the topic of every conversation.
"Did heard about what happened yesterday?", said a student.
"Everyone heard Captain Obvious", said other student.
"Was all in different hours, and none saw who killed and kidnapped those childrens, not even a clue", said the first student.
Alzawarifs, Entomos, Humans, Myscetis, Kussdot and Qillins have their own peculiarities as species and as social beings. Each society built around one species's culture works in a way. However they still sharing many characteristics with one another.
One of those characteristics is a biologic factor of sapient species that give them the tendency, or better saying necessity, of extrapolate or guess about information that they don't have. Not knowing is the same as having no control, and this bothers most people in a way so deep and intrinsic of their nature, that they don't even notice what they are doing. The most common way to it show itself is in a practice that its use is associated with elderly women who, in most cases, are your neighbors, but in reality everyone does... gossip.
"My father think that is a extremists group who did it, because all the children was humans childrens", said a human student.
"Shit! The tension between species will rise again in this rytmus, said my grandma. She was younger she was a sergeant, she saw some serious sh*# there, i believe in her", said a Qillin student.
Hugging his bag a student said to his friend, "The three deceived are shooted three times on the chest and two on the head in their on houses. I will have nightmares with this".
His friend shacked his head and replied, "William, my old brother, is a friend of one deceived's family and he told me that parts of their bodies are missing and they had bites marks, clearly a animal or some kind of demon did it".
"Stop talking nonsense and speed misinformation you morons! The police didn't not stated nothing about the bodies stats.", said a student hitting her table.
The student who slammed her table in protest of her colleagues gossip, was the same human girl who won the little tournament yesterday, and now has the title of strongest in her class. Martre and Zaaz couldn't battle until the end, so some students don't regard her so highly. In despite of that, if was her current status or her long history of being a pain to argue against her, but all gossip about calamity in the classroom got lower or stopped.
May exist discussion about the first place, but, as for Luana's power nobody has doubt about it. Last year she disputed the first place with Zaaz, the battle manic always had a little advantage against her. Before Martre appearance, the first battle between them in this year was very was a commun discussion for the student of their class.
In the class 6B a little less than half of the students can cast spells. Until the end of their mandatory school terms end, in three year, is estimated that ninety five percent of them will know how to cast spells. It's helpful know spellcasting to move a heavy box or cut down a tree now or then in someone everyday life, but it wasn't a necessity anymore with the modern technology.
Right now, cast a spell actually useful in battle is a ability that only five students in this class have, Korvaurora and Luana is a part of those five. Korvaurora spellcasting capability in her age is very good, her mother casually teached her a thing or two. On the other side, every teacher call Luana a true prodigy, her capacity is by many ways superb.
"You didn't played online with us yesterday and today yours dark circles are worse than ever. Are you ok, Korva?", said Orfeu.
Korvaurora who was with a tired expression, " I am just a bit sick, in some days i will be better".
"Today some 'The Pride" bishops fighted the new guy, what do yo...", said Orfeu.
As if every word was heavy to her tongue Korvaurora said with difficulty, "I don't feel like talking... sorry".
Orfeu made a half smile and said, "Okay. If you need anything i am here".
"Hm", slowly nodded Korvaurora.
Different from her usual set of clothes, today Korvaurora was wearing a long sleeve shirt underneath her school's uniform, to hide her arms gauze from the broken plate from yesterday. She waked up at dawn and wrapped her wounds, except for the arms that had carried a good part of her weight in that crawling, the rest is superficial.
"My body feels like shit", thought Korvaurora.
Even with the gazes on her arms, the wounds still burning. Korvaurora rubbed her arms by over the cloth, reflecting about what she did, "This is my fault, i was too emotional. it's too early to have any conclusion, I only have circumstantial suspicions".
Korvaurora felt the need to consider all possibility, before consider the crazy option that my brain presumes. To her the arrival of the new guy changed how people behave because he is a protagonist or he hitting her nape changed something in her brain... for her both options are bad, but she prefer the later. She prefer have a meaningless life than the possibility of be the sub-product of something made only to entertain people. Korvaurora slowed her breath and closed her eyes, she thought, "Calm down Korva! This is serious, i need to organize what I know and what i need to discover, see all this in a objective point of view".
Opening her eyes, she looked around the class an stopped har gaze at the origin of her problems, Martre was writing something in his notebook. Korvaurora squeezed her arm while thinking, "If i live in some story, the history... I think that is more appropriate call it plot. A plot must have constant and rules that I can put at a prove test... I it fail in my test, i am in a story... and a serial killer killed those children for entertain someone and my life, everyone and everything that know is... pointless", she felt something weird, and looking down, noticed that without she realize she was squeezing her arm to strong and was hurting herself.
She tried to calm herself down again. In a attempt to organize better her thinking , Korvaurora opened her notebook in a blank page and started to write down her situation and options, she thought, "Have some events who define the story, where everyone knows that the story can't keep going without it. Like a villain defeat or the good guy ending with the girl of a romance, this kind of cliche thing... A hero can't be defeated in a important point of the plot. So if it happens... it would mean that the plot do not exist and is all a delirium of my damaged brain... or the hero had a setback to become strong...".
Seeing herself losing to her pessimist side, Korvaurora tried to conserve her mental energy, "Shit! Shit! Shit! Wait! This hypothesis already is a beginning, later on the experiment i can try something else. A research can always change in the middle". She returned to write in notebook,"When will happen a event that i can test it?... Maybe when the criminal who is murdering children be seen by him? No too dangerous, heartless and unpredictable".
Korvaurora tried remember everything that is common in a story full of fightings, "... God da#& is so obvious. The Ace, in three year in the competition to decide our generation ace that lil little shit will win against everyone of all schoos' of Drumbea. That will give him many opportunities, certainly is key factor on his future story".
Korvaurora is lost in what she can use to test how her universe works and her gaze fell in a certain red lizard sleeping at classroom without the slightest shame on his face and she became a little excited with her ideias taking shape, "Zaaz will fight to try became a ace. I can convince him in some way about training harder to win or I can convince someone else... like 'The Pride' leader. Probably without an outside interference they are doomed to lost for the new guy".
Korvaurora excitement ended when her gaze felt in her arms, which had hidden gauzes and it still burning in pain, "No I can't let things this is too important to be in other people hands. I need to define my destiny. I will ensure my success in this experiment".
Orfeu's voice emerged in her right ear, "Korva you didn't answer the teacher roll call. Are you okay?".
"I am", said Korvarora.
She looked back at Martre and murmured, "I will shatter that motherfuc#&# face".