Eye Of The Beholder

Brick House

CPOV

I went to bed at my normal time, being 3am because I spent too much time watching The Workplace. But seeing that Cyclops on average sleep around 4 hours a day I was fine. Do my normal routine to get ready for uni, making some extra food for Babs again. I really should start charging her, knowing she would actually give me all the cash she has on her. She has such a loving heart it was hard not to poke fun. Today's traffic wasn't as shit as yesterdays and I was able to make it to the first period without getting soaking wet. To my surprise there were some students that were actually early for once. I guess knowing that Prof. Bianchi was actually teaching this semester really upped their excitement for the class. I saw Babs right next to the window grading the last few papers which I can only assume were from yesterday's haul. And seeing that every class had about 50+ students, and she helped with 3 of Profs classes. She looked rather tired and annoyed.

"Looks like you need a coffee break" and I hand her a cup of tea.

She huffs her hair out of her eye to look up at me, "Yeah well at least 30% of these papers have the same viewpoint as the Black regime that stated the Great War in the first place. I mean come on people how blind can you be? The oculi domum or being dimidium means NOTHING now in days with all of the advancements in medicine AND that most of Black regimes viewpoints are based on old social classes and folklore. AND I know for a fact that they only have this mentality because of social status. Heckin' idjits". She grabbed the cup I was holding. "Just to make sure this is tea? Not coffee, right? You know I know I've sworn off coffee"

I chuckle "No, it's earl grey you dingus. I'm not a total idiot. But how is it you swore off coffee but you drink a blue cow at least three times day?".

"HEY! For your information I've got it down to ONE a day and two... well there is no number two but I do want what I want! Plus blue cow tastes good, so sue me." She glares at me while I continue to laugh at her. I could see her distressing almost immediately after taking her first sip.

"You good now?"

"Mmmmmm better. Now that's some good leaf juice" We sat by the window drinking our tea while enjoying the rays of the rising sun. I look as the trees shadow dance over Babs's calm face as she looks out onto the quad. The leaves were changing to vibrant reds, rich oranges, and beaming yellows. It's moments like these that make you take in your world in a more magical light. As we sat there with the ambient sounds of students filling the classroom, the shuffling of shoes on the hardwood floors, the soft sounds of voices being carried over the lecture hall. It gave you this moment of peace and yearning to remember every aspect of it. How every dust flick lit up like a star as the light from the sun hit. The dancing of shadows on Babs's blue green hair, made it look like the ocean. The smell of the tea and the taste of the sweet bitterness left on my tongue. In these moments that came by sparingly I made it a habit of memorizing it. For a moment time stopped. It was peaceful.

But yet again time came rushing back with the sound of the first bell and Prof. Bianchi normal hello's and good mornings as she walked into the room. I gave Babs a small head nod saying "I'd better take a seat before I get in trouble for 'bribing the TA'"

She gives me a smirk and waves me away.

"Now my ducklings let's start with the lore that started it all. Now many of you grew up hearing the lore of how all mythics came to be. Most cultures have varying details of said stories but the basic principle is that the very first mythic was born out of a single pale pink flower. A flower in which all humans had watered that had been blessed by the sun, moon and stairs. In hopes that this flower being so thankful would give said humans a gift. Of wisdom, strength, magical powers, beauty and long fulfilling lives. But to their dismay a beautiful baby was born. Now in some versions it was a boy and others of course it was a baby girl. For the sake of this story we will leave it at 'beautiful boy'. Now this beautiful baby was raised by these humans, as one of them. Growing up among them, they saw the greed and hate each of the different groups of humans had for each other. But he saw that there were some few humans that did not harbor any hatred and loath for others. He deemed them worthy of the powers, that unbenounced to the humans, each of the flower petals had. He bestowed upon each family one petal. Each one different from the last. Now comes in the different mythics that we have today. Cyclops, fai, sirens, thunderbirds, werebears, etc. after giving each of these families their special abilities he gave them the power to rule over each of their people. Hoping that with all of these beautifully different and wonderful differences they would grow to love each other for what they are. But alas it did not last long as each family was slowly corrupted by the tribes that each family belonged to. Yet again each region says which 'family' attacked first and so on and so forth. Which was where most race rivalry started." She continued with the history of the oldest families and each rivalry and where it truly began. And surprisingly enough the rivalry between fai and cyclops was the mere misidentifying of race. Which is understandable they can look rather similar at times what with the colorful hair and pointy ears and all. Main differences being that fai's for the most part have black iris. While cyclops have colorful ones. And of course the whole one eye thing. But being that cyclops can have three eyes with the first two eyes are like theirs, between the nose and the third being above it. Guess they just didn't like being compared to each other."