The chronicles of embodiment

Chapter 25

Achel and Ruhe finished packing, around the same time Lavesto finished as well. Ruhe looked over as Lavesto walked out of the room; Ruhe quickly grabbed both his own and Rasta's bag, running out of the room. Achel followed after him. Rasta had been waiting outside the room; it seemed he stopped being upset. He grabbed his own bag and began to cheerfully talk with Ruhe. Both Achel and Ruhe seemed relieved that Rasta wasn't upset anymore.

Rasta's demeanor changed slightly; he bit his bottom lip, and his eyes darted to the ground. "I'm sorry," he mumbled.

"About what?" Ruhe asked, now holding Rasta's hand.

"For getting all frustrated all the time. I'm also so angry... if I wasn't so hotheaded, maybe everything wouldn't have happened," Rasta responded, bringing his other hand to wipe his now tear-forming eyes.

Ruhe frowned a bit, following with a reassuring smile. "It's fine! Not everything is your fault! People are just really horrible sometimes!" He told Rasta.

Rasta nodded in response. "Yeah, I guess." He smiled at Ruhe, causing Ruhe to smile back. Soon, everyone was once more grouped together from where they entered. "Are you tired?" Rasta asked. "I am... I'm glad we don't have to take another long walk."

Ruhe nodded. "Yeah, to be honest... after all that happened, they're aching."

Just as Ruhe said that, Dr. Airskhearl had caught up, along with Lady Jiad and others following. The head of the faction, Dr. Airskhearl, stood next to Mr. Raseclysis. Jiad waved goodbyes, and the others that followed her began to use their magic. Ruhe blinked once; he and his peers were back at the faction, actually. It almost felt like a fever dream to him.

Raseclysis stayed silent for a moment, then he spoke to his students. "Since we are now back at our Faction, we will proceed to my classroom now. The communication devices will be handed out, and you'll get a demonstration on how to use them. Though, since it is only halfway through our usual school days and I have no plans for today's lessons."  Raseclysis paused, then sighed. "After receiving communication with your guardians, you may go to your usual classes, as well as skipping my class. Instead, you'll go straight to the red uniform class for the last. Though, let it be known that class splits into three rooms by age since the majority of the school is red."

Dr. Airskhearl, who had been standing next to Raseclysis, then spoke in a cheery tone. "Let's hurry now; the quicker we make sure you all have a way home, the quicker you all can get back to your usual classes."

Rasta grabbed Ruhe's hand and ran towards the special classroom. Achel ran after them, telling them to stay with the group, yet by that time, they were already too close to the room. Dr. Airskhearl smiled. "Well, I suppose they wished to contact home quicker."

Meanwhile, the two sat at some front desk, joking around. Achel ran in gasping, and she pointed at them. "You know better! Come on, you're not supposed to run off all willy-nilly until you have permission."

Rasta rolled his eyes. "Everything is just... sooo boring. Ruhe's fun, so I'd rather talk with him. Leave us alone!"

Achel sighed. "But! Still—" She got cut off by Rasta moving his pointer finger left and right with a smile.

"But nothing! We weren't told to stay still; we were told to hurry to class. You're always so nerve-wracking!" Rasta's smile turned to a frown.

The rest of the class began to walk in and return to their seats. Rasta, who hadn't been sitting in his regular spot, frowned. He stood up and sat in his designated seat.

Dr. Airskhearl stood in front of the class, with Raseclysis standing tall beside. Airskhearl cleared his throat. "Please step up per age group, last row to first. For those who already know how to use the items, leave the room, contact your guardians, and proceed to class." He informed.