Magic Discovered

Chapter 7

History, contrary to James' earlier assumptions, was not a boring subject. He shared the class with Algon and they regularly talked about the things they had gone over that day. Because the amount of history to learn was obscene, being that the universe was around 13 billion years old, students rarely had to take more than one class unless they wanted to be a historian. James' class, in particular, looked at the early formation of the universe and how it grew from nothing into a massive coalition of planets. And because several people, like Lord Eternius, were alive back then, the information they got was incredibly accurate.

Today, however, was a very special day. Since the beginning of the year, their class had had a substitute, but today was the day that they finally met their real teacher.

"What do you think that he looks like?"

"I don't know. We haven't found out anything about him. We don't even really know why he was gone."

Students were talked across the entire lecture hall as they eyed the clock. It got closer and closer to the start of the class.

"Do you think he's actually going to show up?"

The clock sounded, signaling the start of the lesson, and the entire class went quiet. Everyone was looking around at each other, trying to figure out what was going on. The door was then pulled open from the outside. The entire class instantly snapped their attention to see who it was, but no one came in.

Then they all heard a long sigh. The door slowly clicked shut and there was a moment of silence. Then, with a roar, the entire wall next to the door vaporized and a 20-foot dragon walked into the room. The mouths of every student dropped wide open.

"I swear, Sherru always forgets that on purpose. This must be the 5th year in a row," the dragon said. He walked around to the center of the room, considered the desk there for a minute, and then opened his mouth and breathed a gust of wind that disintegrated everything in a 5 ft radius, the desk and some of the floor included.

Jaws positively hit the floor.

The dragon curled up on the now empty floor and looked up at the students. "Good morning class. I am Dragon Scholar Quern, your history teacher. How are you this morning?"

The class managed a "good sir."

"Glad to hear that. I'm terribly sorry that I couldn't be here at the beginning of the year, but Zephyr had a bit of a job for me and I couldn't refuse. But, now that I'm here, we can get right back on track. Any questions?"

A couple of students got over their shock and raised their hands.

"Yes, the Sonreían in the front row."

Said student looked very surprised. "You know my species?"

Quern looked offended. "Of course I know your species. I am a Dragon Scholar, it's my job to know everything. But I assume that wasn't your question?"

"No, um, what did you have to do exactly? At the beginning of the year, I mean."

"I would love to tell you, but it's classified. Unless you happen to be Lord Eternius or a dragon in disguise, I can't tell you. Anyone else?"

"How long have you been a dragon?"

"Ah, the nice Illdeix in the back. I have been serving under Dragon General Zephyr for, let me think, about 2,000 years now. Although it took me about 500 of those years to become a Dragon Scholar."

"Does that mean you are a wind dragon?"

Quern smiles. "Good observation. Yes, I am indeed a dragon of the wind variety. Next!"