novus au

Ch 6

Elasma woke early and inspected his schedule. "Only five classes, well this is going to a breeze," Elasma scoffed happily. A soft knock caught his attention, Reficul was outside his door waiting for him.

"Elasma classes start in an hour, you have enough time to shower but make it quick if you want food,"

Elasma cursed softly at the familiar voice, but he obeyed quickly taking his shower and getting ready for his first day. He was going to make connections here and now, everyone would find a friend with him. He would be a familiar and trustworthy face.

His hair wasn't taming as he wanted it to so simply threw a comb inside the gray bag he was provided. He strung it over his shoulder and strode over to the door, opening it carelessly and not cautious about whatever noise it made as it collided with the wall.

"Could you be any less careless," Reficul scolded softly, being mindful of the sleep of his fellow dorm mates.

"So where is the food?" Elasma asked, yawning softly.

"In the cafeteria, and lower your voice people are sleeping," Reficul growled composedly escorting Elasma out of the dorms, being cautious to all who may be sleeping.

"Why are people still sleeping?" Elasma asked softly, matching Reficul's tone in a mocking manner.

"The school is open 24/7 the dorms are not your home they are your sleeping arrangements, the entire school is your and every other student's space, treat it as such. Seeing as you took the hardest path you could I would believe you will be spending a large majority of time in the library," Reficul purred happily as the pair exited the dorms.

After an excruciating hour of a new tour and waiting in line, Elasma was finally able to be gifted food, breakfast seemed to fly by too quickly as once he was finished he was dragged to his first class.

It was easy and he was bael to keep up... until it came to the homework, not only did he have to complete all of the notes for the week but he had to do all of the notes they had done that semester, thankfully the teachers gave him a reasonable deadline, but six classes of over 50 pages of notes quickly became a buzzkill.

After getting dinner Elasma retreated to the library, trying to escape his hectic schedule, with a lone lamp as the only company he got to work on the notes.

The orange glow gave him the comfort to fight through thousands of words of work, he could space out the notes over the entire week, 40 pages on a school night along with classwork and homework, then 60 pages over the weekend. He could be done with all of them in less than a week.

A week before the deadline. Surely that would impress his teachers. Paper after paper his mind began to fog up and his mind became a blur, he had to stand up and shake his exhaustion out, he had to block out the steady clicks of the clock. Time wasn't important at the moment.

His mother had a saying for things like this, but he could never recall it, it went something along the lines of "Keep your head up and don't be pathetic. Others will like you if you are strong,".

Elasma couldn't seem to remember any clips of a kind mother, he only knew of a cruel smirk and a back turned to him, his father, he could only remember the faint scent of whiskey lingering the house and a door slamming, nothing more.

His mind drifted finding anything to think about other than himself and his work, but what else did he have to think about? What else did he have? His vision fuzzed, he only had three pages left for tonight, two, one...

Shaking his head, his heart thumped against his chest he gazed at his papers. Ten more couldn't hurt. He tried his best to see through the fading lense of his eyes as he pushed on, lighting the lamp further to make his work station brighter, forcing himself to stay awake.