Forbidden Child of Lady Artemis

2

I MET A FAMILY FRIEND.

As the bell rang, I was drawn out from my deep thoughts and realized that I am the only one left sitting in the room. Instead of going to my next class, I went after Professor Eugene.

Following my crazy instincts, I stood up and ran off.

As I am nearing his office, soft breezes tingled my coffee-colored skin. And as I breathe heavily as I refrain from running, the air felt like a fresh wind coming from the forest which was totally odd.

We’re in the middle of the city and yet the atmosphere feels like a beach and a savanna combined.

The professor dislikes people who want to enter his office for an unknown reason so instead of knocking first, I decided to enter the room without his consent.

His room is filled with scents of diverse animals. He had miniatures of both wild and rare creatures that you have not seen in your entire life and you can somehow say that they might be extinct.

They look at you as if they were alive.

There's a painting that was hung at the center of a plain painted wall that depicts a mountainous topography and has an idyllic vision of unspoiled wilderness. It was like a place that was poetically shaped associated with bountiful and natural splendor, and harmony.

Aside from those that were mentioned, he also has been keeping distinct and astonishing flowers that can only be seen in the wild. They weren’t just plants next door that your mother had taken care of ever since.

Professor Eugene’s collection is like no other. Like a museum of plants from Planet Z or a gallery of Van Gogh’s paintings that were drawn from his wild imaginations.

I can name few though.

Hanging on the right corner of the room is a rare kind of anemone. It seems like glowing or it was just the streaks of light coming from the window. It looks like it will last forever, though, anemones don’t totally last for a long time. As the wind blows, its buds should’ve been carried, too. However, it didn’t drift.

Oddly, there is a mini almond tree that’s spurring flowers as of the moment. It sets its newly bloomed flowers with its petals, booming into a bright pink right before my eyes. And I’ve heard that this tree, in contrast with its fast blooming, would easily become leafless and flowerless.

Before I could name another, I heard a fake cough behind me. And uh, the professor is here.

“What is your supposed business here Orien?”

In a grim manner, he asked me with an obvious hint of sarcasm and annoyance. I cannot blame him though. He doesn’t get mad towards those students who do not listen in his discussion but to those who enter this so called room. For he gives consent to no one.

Why would he won’t allow us to see such beauty? Did he illegally purchase all of these?

Well, with his knotted brows and raging eyes, I cannot ask for more but only the thing that truly bugs me all this time. I took a deep breath and stepped forward.

“Mr. Pro- professor si- sir…”

I stuttered. Why am I stuttering? Is it because of his aura or was it just his annoyed face? Nevertheless, I continued.

“Stop the blabbering and talk Mr. Orien Gates.”

Is it just me or he uttered my name like it’s the most hideous thing to say? He strode pass me and sat at his desk that looks so ancient. I didn’t notice a while ago but the legs of the table were like well-carved pillars of temples found in Greece. I’ve been to Greece and Rome once so I could say so.