Amaranthine Academy

Chapter 5

Chapter 5: History

"Good day, Elites." The old man appeared and fixed his round spectacles.

Ito 'yong lalaki kahapon sa auditorium.

Silence filled the room as everyone waited for his next remarks. The curiosity and excitement were visible on the faces of my classmates.

His eyes wandered around until they stopped on the dragon lady from earlier. "Stop being a war-freak, Kirsten."

"What? Ako na naman?" she complained.

"You started the chaos earlier," he said in a calm voice.

"Yeah, right." She rolled her eyes and flipped her hair.

Napailing ang lalaki na parang sanay na ito sa ugali ng dragon lady.

"Sorry for the behavior of your classmate." He fixed his spectacles again. "I'm Arius Malaria, your history professor."

He sat in his chair and put his arms on the table. "So, what is the definition of history, Miss Kirsten?"

"History is history. That's it," she answered arrogantly.

"This kind of woman I will hate for sure," Draven murmured.

"Me too," Astro agreed.

Mr. Malaria massaged his temple and glared at Kirsten. "Shut up, Kirsten!"

"Magtatanong tapos kapag sinagot i-shu-shut up Kirsten ka lang. 'Yong totoo, prof, nagbibiro ka ba?" pabulong na tanong ni Kirsten pero lahat naman kami nakarinig.

Professor Arius sighed and raised his right hand. His silver wand glowed as he uttered the word, "Langlock." Bigla na lang hindi nakapagsalita si Kirsten kahit pilit niyang ibuka ang kaniyang labi. Our professor smiled when he saw Kirsten glaring at him.

"Let's proceed. So what's the definition of history, Miss Ammonia?"

Gulat na napatayo si Syren sa kina-u-upuan at wala sa sariling sumagot. "The study of past events. A continuous, systematic narrative of past events as relating to a particular person, country, period, etc."

"Simple explanation but it gives meaning."

Umupo ulit si Syren nang marinig niya iyon. Bigla siyang napatingin sa 'kin at bumulong. "Gusto ko na lang maging isda."

"Isda ka na naman," I answered. Nang sumama ang tingin niya sa akin, nagsalita ako. "You're a mermaid, right?"

"Shut up."

"Tsk."

"This academy was built ninety years ago. Our ancestors made this academy for us. They left a note the day before they died. A simple note that made us confused: 'Find the pieces to uncloak the truth. When the third generation enters this academy, inform them about this note. You need to know the reason behind this academy; the reason why we built this.' That's why all of us are here. Even us, your professors, don't know what our ancestors were talking about."

"What is the use of being here when we don't know the reason?" a woman with blonde hair asked.

Syren raised her brows. "Alam mo, ang bobo mo. That's why we're here nga because we need to know what our ancestors were talking about," she sarcastically said, making our professor chuckle.

"Stop it." He looked away and started to pretend like nothing happened. The woman with blonde hair glared at Syren.

"You are the third generation, that's why I informed you about this."

I raised my right hand as I threw a question. "Why us? Bakit kami? There's no difference between the first generation, second generation, and the third generation, though. They had more knowledge about this world than us."