Lost In Time (Druig)

Chapter 2: History Can Be Frightened

You're probably wondering why I signed to him just now. The mind controller could've spoken in my head when he asked me if I wanted to walk with him after my class to get my attention, as he has no trouble in doing so, but I can't read his mind to know if he has other reasons.

However, maybe he doesn't want to be in everyone's mind all the time, because like I said before, it can be exhausting. Fair enough, if you've lived a thousands lives already.

What Druig and I were doing just now as a quick response towards each other, was ASL; American Sign Language. It's another way of communicating with each other, as over time he taught me how to do it.

It's because his fellow Eternal Makkari, has a hard time hearing properly, choosing not to speak to be comfortable with herself, and instead using ASL to communicate.

I've never seen her ofcourse, but just like him, she has lived a long life, and is still out there somewhere in the world, if not being alone or accompanied by others.

I wonder if I will ever get to meet her, just like the others, and this time psychically, instead of observing them quietly in Druig's memories.

It took me a while to learn this ASL, but I couldn't resist my excitement while doing it. It was difficult at first, and sometimes you need to use both of your hands, but eventually it was easy enough to get the hand of it.

"What are you thinking about, miss Chloe?" A student suddenly asked me politely, making me look up to realize the lost thought had overtaken me again, and seeing everyone facing towards me.

I already walked back to the front of the class after I closed the doors to start with the day, but the class is so quiet, you can hear a pin drop, and losing yourself to this moment.

I somehow notice some really tired faces amongst the students, and that is understandable sometimes, instead of totally focusing on the question that they just asked me.

It's probably just the case of the mornings, am I not right?

Besides, I don't want them to know the truth about what I'm thinking, because thoughts are private, unless you really want to share something with someone.

And even if I don't want to admit it, the only person who probably knows what I'm feeling or thinking, who can invade your mind even if you don't want him too, is their leader, and he isn't here right now.

"Well, let me tell you that I'm thinking about the past, our history, because that's the subject I will be teaching you guys today." I smiled towards them, before standing in front of the desk, facing the students.

And to bright up my day even more, the whole class starts to cheer in excitement, knowing some of them really like this subject. But it eventually slowed down, knowing I can begin with my class everyone started noticing.

"You know what to do. I'm going to ask you some questions, based on the subject I'm teaching you today, that you write down on your papers. I'm going to ask these questions the next time you are having this class, so learn the questions with the answers very well." I said towards my students, and in a matter of time, they grabbed their papers or notebooks quietly, in order to write down the questions I am about to give them.

I'm never tough on these children, and I'll have to admit they listen very well, even tho I'm just a few years older than them. Maybe they just respect me for the way I am, or because I am their teacher after all.

"Our ancestors didn't start a life here in this small village in the Amazon rainforest. They lived somewhere else for a while before moving south. Does somebody know where our ancestors used to live?" I asked my students, while I slowly began to walk back and forth in front of the class, to pay attention to everyone equally.