Emerald Green Eyes

⚃The Boy With A Mask⚃

Dream held his class schedule in hand as he walked around the Left Building were all the classrooms were, as his curious eyes travelled all over the campus.

He took his time getting there, adoring the view and look of the school and all of its buildings. After a few more minutes of walking he reached the Left building's first floor.

The boy looked at the schedule again to make sure he's on the right floor.

The first floor of the Left building occupied Stone ranked students...which weren't that many. There were only 2 classrooms with 20 students inside, while the other ranks had at least 10 or more classrooms filled with 20 to 25 students. That’s how few stone ranked students were.

Dream took a breath before entering the first classroom which was the classroom he was assigned to.

His eyes travelled looking around the classroom, seeing 5 students sitting in different places. Two were on the front seats occupied by their own business to notice the boy walking in, and the other three were on the very back of the room conversing amongst themselves. They all seemed to have known each other already.

So the boy concluded that they must have been from the same town

Dream took a seat in the middle next to a window. He had a pretty clear view of the outside. And he could see very few students that were walking around campus. He let his eyes roam around, adjusting his mask every now and then.

The boy sighs a little, as he took out a small watch to look at the time...

6:00am...

'Class should start about 30 minutes from now' the boy said in his head.

He rested his chin in his hands as he fixed his gaze outside the classroom, remembering the little interaction with the fox hybrid in the library...

The question that the Hybrid asked rang in his head over and over again.

Which side are you on?...the Warrior or the village boy?

Dream smiled to himself, remembering the small interaction with the fox hybrid earlier.

He wasn't strong or anything, nor did he had a respectable job or reputation to uphold. But to put it simply, he was someone who was very different and unnatural. His imperfections had always made him insecure, but when he has the mask...he turns into someone completely different. He can converse normally under the mask, he can stare at people and can hold up conversations like a normal person could.

No matter what he told himself he could not just become confident with his features automatically, since his parents had always silently judge him for it. He was so used to having the mask on, that taking it off in front of anyone sounds...wrong to him

Doesn't everyone act like the warrior? Always pleasing others, and always trying to live up to their expectations. Because in this cruel world...not everybody has the courage to be a village boy.

"Okay people the party has started! good morning class!"
A voice snapped the boy out of his thoughts, as his gaze fixed to the person that in front.

It was the teacher, who dream believed was sir Quackity...the teacher for herb making, potion, and magical gear...

"So is every body ready to learn today? Of course you are cause I'm teaching" He said enthusiastically, the students only sat quietly in their desk not really wanting to say anything.

"...dudes come on don't be so depressed, first days aren't that bad, plus I'll be your teacher and I'm pretty pog if I do say so myself" The teacher cheered, but to no avail the classroom still felt depressed. Who could blame them? Nobody likes being in the very bottom of the ranks.

"Alright then students...as you may know I'm Quackity, your teacher in Herb making, potion, and magical gear. Now all of you must be wondering what Herb making is...to put it simple...Its drugs" The teacher said with a straight face. Earning a confused murmur around the classroom by the mention of 'drugs' as teen's mind would simply make them think about illegal substances at the mention of drugs.

"Its not THAT kind of drugs you idiots...its the good kind of drugs okay...the kind that you use to make materials for literally everything...mostly its used for wounds that can't be healed by magic, or ointment and shi-.. stuff" The teacher explained stuttering a little at the end.

(*ehem* cause he remembered cursing is banned for teachers)

"And Herbs are used for magical gear and potion...now you must be wondering...Why we need potions if we have magic...well kids not everything can be solved by a little magic. Magic has time limits depending on your mana...but potions last for at least 24 hours or so depending on how strong you make it" Quckity continued on.

Dream was getting really curious about this, since he didn't have...that much magic, he was looking forward to learn a lot in this class.

"My personal favorite is the magical gear. Its gears that are made to help us on our everyday life. In magical gear we have this component thing we call 'Coding', which is very hard to master specially since you are all kids. In simple terms coding is a little something to-"

The teacher continued on with the topic, some paid attention, while some were not interested, paying no mind to the teacher that talked up front.

And the day continued on...

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"Hey guys...take a look at this." Wilbur shouted gaining the attention of the others.

They were currently trying out different spells and strategies in hopes of at least making a small opening to a strong barrier in the forest.

"Does this language look familiar to you." Wilbur asked with a smile showing them a page of the book, all of them took a look at the book Wilbur was holding and instantly recognized the writing.

"Its that ancient language on the wall of the garden with the wisteria tree." George chirped in remembering the wall in the Wisteria tree garden.

"Yes George! which means...we'll have to get that masked boy in here to help us translate it." Wilbur smiled as he flipped through the book more. His smile grew just thinking about meeting that masked boy again, maybe this time he will remember to ask for his name.

"How do you know we could trust him." Sapnap interjected, like always his trust issues kicked in. Not wanting to feel the sting of betrayal.

"Who else can we ask to translate this other than that masked boy." Wilbur replied with a smile, he truly was desperate to see the boy again.

"Why are you smiling...its creepy stop it." Sapnap said as he made a face, a little creeped out of the smile of the other

"Fuck off...I just feel like smiling okay" Wilbur shouted getting defensive, its not like he smiles very often, since he always keeps a serious and relaxed face on.

"Alright chill dude" Sapnap chuckled at his friend's defensiveness

But Wilbur wasn't the only one smiling at the mention of the Masked boy though..

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I'm sorry I had to do it cause I know a teacher there so yeah...