The Crown
In Syx, there are many classes that all students attend regardless of their years. And swordplay is one of them. So there will be some upperclassmen too. They will be more vicious and more dangerous.
Edward and I enter the room, trying to lie as low as possible. And as if the Gods will let me. Everyone present there turns their heads in our direction. Edward stiffens and his black eyes flicker nervously. I grip his hand and caress the back of it soothingly. The professor approaches us.
"You guys are new here right?" He asks as he expands his scroll to check our names. "Jonas Collins and Edward Millers, am I right?"
"Yes," I answer, my face resembles a lifeless statue.
"So do you guys know how to wield a sword?" He asks, not looking up at us from his scroll as if it's more important than us.
"Yes, a little bit," I reply.
