Burned | A Fairy Tale

Chapter 3

Class is boring. I learned these things long ago. The only thing "useful" is English, which I suck at. Moving away from the class, let me tell what happened before. I had to stay outside for the teacher to introduce me. When she finally came and showed me inside, everyone turned quiet. The teacher tried to keep smiling, but I could tell it was physically hurting her. 

"Class, this is Val. He has come the long way from Viken to here. Please be nice," she said. "And don't try anything," she muttered more to me than the class. I could tell that they were not thrilled to see me. I took a seat away from everyone else but close to the window so I could still see the nature outside. I could feel the magic coming off of everything, but I had left my crystals at home. The girl who brought me here was talking to a boy a few seats away from me. The boy seemed weirdly spaced out from her. I caught him staring at me from the window. He must really hate me. 

After a few hours of learning useless things about this country, including the Invaders, they let us out for lunch. I was not in the mood to deal with other people for the afore-mentioned reason, so I ate alone. I had some bread and meat. Everyone else had weird foods called "Kiwis" and "crumpets". They also had a weird drink I had not seen called "Tea". Oer something like that. These people are obsessed with that disgusting-looking drink. I will stick to goat's milk. Then that boy who was staring came over to me. I had a flashback of my first life, then nearly recoiled. I stopped myself because I would not allow myself to show fear to them. I also had to stop my shadows from ripping him apart.

"Hey, you're from Viken, right?" he asked, sitting down next to me with that "Tea" drink. "What is Viken like?" I decided to answer him in my language so he would get the idea. 

"Líða," I answered. He looked at me. He then looked at the ground.

"I want to learn about your world. I am bored of this place, and I need something different," he said to me. This is a trap, it has to be. I can't trust this.

"Sorry English, I no speak language well. Please say simply," I responded. Just then, the woman who brought me to the classroom came over.

"Shawn, why the hell are you talking to him? I doubt he even understands us," she scolded him.

"I understand well enough, English. I know the words of hate you speak. It is no new to me. I know words of hate you speak much well." She was astonished.

I kept going, "I know you surprised us savages can understand your disgusting tongue. We learn after destruction of lives you brought. Destruction of religion. Leave me alone, English, or you'll burn like rest of ancestors." I said this right before the bell rang. She had no time to respond and left Shawn here.

"I am sorry about her, some people she knew when she was little died during the raids, " he told me. 

"So did we," I said calmly as I walked away and into the school for heretics. I found my way back to the class and took a seat farther in the back. I think someone sat there. No one came to make me leave. They are too scared after what happened with the English woman. Then the English, Shawn, decided to sit next to me. Someone tried to make him move, but the teacher came in before anything could happen. 

He handed me some weird thing I could sense was made of destroyed trees. It was folded weirdly, and Shawn had to open it for me. It was written in the disgusting English language. i had Shawn say it to me.

"Come to my house later, it is on 243 Ave Marie Lane, right by the school, " he said in a hushed tone. I nodded. Maybe I can convert this English, just like they did to us. Now that would be pretty fitting. Then I can have him burn his fellow Christians alive.