Waltz of Intellects

Chapter 0

Note: This is basically first draft, so you might notice a lot of inconsistencies and plot holes which I might have not caught my eyes while I was typing ruthlessly. This book will update about once a week, maybe sometimes once in two weeks because of my university applications. I CAN'T BELIEVE IT'S ALREADY TIME TO APPLY!!! Ahhhhhhhhh... I'll cut it out now. 

Dedicated to AaronRyuchi cause he really has helped a lot, taught me about a lot of fantasy elements. 

Date: 310 BC
Time: Afternoon

"Okay, I am going to act as the headmaster while you all are my students!" A young boy, said. He had brown crinkly hair. His face was covered in dirt after the day's playing. He couldn't have had been older than a 15 years old. The scars on his back and hand gleamed in the hot summer sun, showing the wars he had survived. He showcased his scars with pride.

"Yes sir," The other boys answered, standing in 4 straight lines.

"Let's start with the warm up. Everyone meditation position." Ange, the headmaster ordered.

All boys quickly settled down on the hot muddy ground, cross legged. Each of their hands on their knees, breathing deeply. This was a test of endurance. To endure the heat on the ground and breathe at a normal rate.

This is a nice game that you've started.

A voice spoke up inside his head. It was not his conscience speaking. It seemed more like an external voice. He looked around to see who was it. He had seen this in battles, the Greeks had some soldiers who could enter the heads of soldiers which is why the leaders wore a special head set.

Wasn't all this just a game, to allow you to bully little ones?

Ange's eyes widened. Who was this person, who kne-

But then, you went to war, defeated the Greeks, survived and things change, right?

That is when he lost it. He shouted "WHERE ARE YOU COWARD? SHOW ME YOUR FACE!"

The little boys were not meditating anymore, they were watching their headmaster shouting. Some giggled. He could hear words like 'delusional' and 'maniac' being strung up with his name. "Everyone get back to meditation!" Ange exclaimed loudly. All the kids shut their eyes at once, still snickering at their headmaster.

Come to the alley besides the Wine seller's cellar. You'll see me there.

Ange paced his way to the alley. He had given the kids a day off. He couldn't concentrate on teaching with a voice whispering inside his head. He was shaken up. He wondered, if a person could enter his thoughts, maybe that person knows of the clandestine things he had done.

Yet, it was not these things he was worried about.

He was worried tha- Ahh I see you are here, the voice whispered in his head again, breaking his chain of thoughts.

Ange stayed quiet. He looked around for the man. You won't be able to see me. At least, not until you change your eyes. The sneaky voice spoke.

"Hmmm . . . why is that so, domine?" Ange raised an eyebrow, his voice devoid of any emotion.

So much respect for me? The voice sneered at him. Ange still didn't react. He knew, he was wise not to react not knowing his position in the situation. Desire surged through him. He wanted to- Go ahead, use it. It's no use hiding it from me, because you and I, we're the same.

He knows. This was the first thought that ran through his mind. He knows. Ange had come prepared for this. He turned his eyes.

Ange saw him. He was standing right in front of him. That boy was about the same height as him. He had huge curls sitting atop him. Now you see me, huh? Anges swung his hand at him.