TSSotTTT: Secrets

1

The school bell rang, signaling the start of the day. Groups of students began to make their way to their first class.

As he walked, Kalik couldn't help but feel a sense of disconnect from his surroundings. This world was so different from the one he had known, and yet he felt a strange sense of belonging here. He couldn't help but wonder if there was some greater purpose to his existence in this place, and whether he would ever truly understand the role he was meant to play.

A week ago, he woke up in the body of a teenager. He lay sprawled across the bed, his limbs tangled in a mess of sheets and blankets. His eyes flickered open, slowly taking in the unfamiliar surroundings.

The bedroom was painted a soft shade of blue with posters of anime characters adorning the walls. A single bed neatly made next to his own was empty, except for a couple of comic magazines.

Luckily he acquired the memory of the boy. He was in another world. In the body of a boy named Kalik, who had a twin brother, Inyan. This boy Kalik was supposed to be a boy genius, a bookworm, an otaku obsessed with playing games and watching anime.

The morning sun peeked through the window, casting a warm glow across the room as warm breeze gently stirred the curtains, shadows dancing on the walls.

He tried to recall what had happened before the incident.

It was an ordinary day like no other. He was having breakfast at the magical military academy, where he had been studying for the past two years. As he ate his porridge, he couldn't help but feel a sense of contentment wash over him. It was a feeling he hadn't experienced in a long time, not since before the accident, when he had been training in the forest with his father, the once-famous warrior king. But those memories were bittersweet now, tainted by the knowledge that his father was gone, and he was left to pick up the pieces of their shattered lives. And yet, here he was, surrounded by friends and classmates, eating breakfast like any other normal day. Perhaps, he thought, things weren't so bad after all.

As he finished his meal, he noticed a familiar figure sitting by himself at a nearby table, lost in thought. It was Minh, the boy who had saved his life that fateful day. Kalik hadn't seen much of him since then, as he had been spending most of his time recovering in the infirmary. But now he seemed to be doing much better, and he was glad for it. He decided to go over and say hello.

"Good morning, Minh," he said as he approached his table. "I hope you don't mind me interrupting."

The younger boy looked up, his face turning slightly red and a small smile playing at the corners of his mouth. "Oh, hello Kalik," he said, his voice low. "No, please, I was just enjoying the peace and quiet."

He chuckled and took a seat across from him. "Well, I thought I'd offer to walk you to your next class or something. If you'd like some company."

Minh considered this for a moment, then nodded. "That would be nice," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "I appreciate it."

They walked together in companionable silence, the sunlight dappling their path through the trees. Eventually, they arrived at the entrance to the classroom, and Minh turned to face him. "Well, here we are," he said with a small laugh. "I'll see you later, Kalik."

He nodded, feeling a strange mixture of emotions welling up inside him. "Yes," he said, meeting his gaze. "I'll see you later, Minh."

There was something unspoken between them, a connection that went beyond words, a bond forged in the crucible of adversity. As he turned and walked away, he couldn't help but feel that somehow, everything was going to be alright.

Kalik entered the classroom, taking his usual seat near the back. The teacher, an elderly man with a long, white beard, was already writing on the blackboard, his back to the class.