LOGINMr. Kei paused and let his students accept the words before continuing.
“It is said that the origin of the three colors other than black is the Red Nation. Do you know what era I mean?”
The children answered in unison, “Era of Red Blood.”
“Yes, of course.” Mr. Kei agreed, then continued. “And in that one millennium, they created history by preserving the curse, and in the end destroying the Red Nations themselves.”
“You mean to say that the White, Silver and Blue People are the result of a curse?” Exan interrupted sharply.
Mr. Kei smiled and shook his head slowly.
“Our ancestors who were originally Red People did get a curse,” explained the teacher straightforwardly. “But we are not meant to be born only to bear the title of curse. Our life is a gift, even though it starts with mistakes that shouldn't be done. It's not our fault, it's nobody's fault.”
“It's not a curse on their name if they take the risk consciously and deliberately,” said Abara.
“That's exactly what the First People always say,” Mr. Kei agreed, making Abara grin happily. “They still consider this a curse, but also a gift. It was stated at the beginning that in the second century, a large organization called the Security Order was established, aimed at keeping the world in balance.
“The organization experienced success within ± one hundred years, before the Bats came from behind the Sky Mountains.
“They come in groups every year. Their faces were wild and fierce, with fangs sticking out from between their sharp teeth.
“Even worse, they prey on the blood of the Red People like animals. Bats are hard to kill or even hurt. They are as fast as the wind, as solid as rocks, and as evil as the Night God.
“Only fire can defeat the Bats, but the Red Nation still cannot beat the speed of their enemies. Over the years the Red People tried to survive and fight, but the number of Bats actually continued to increase.
“The Red Nation calls these terrible years the Despair Era. Even breathing they must be vigilant if they don't want to end up being a meal of bloodsuckers.
"Then, in the middle of the fourth century, the Fangs People with clear-blood for the first time came from across the notoriously dangerous Sea of Death.
“The Red People are even more alarmed, because the names of their people are as if not much different from the Bats. But the Fangs only fanged. They do not consume blood. They are like humans in general, only as strong as the Bats.
“The Fangs helped the Red People, even though they were not as many as expected. And so, years passed, and the Security Order resumed with the help of the Fangs, eradicating the ever-increasing Bats.
“Entering the fifth century, after years of discussion and debate about how to solve the problem, the Reds and Fangs agreed on one thing: creating its own race to fight the Bats.
“The Reds and Fangs agreed to carry out large-scale rituals involving blood oaths, forbidden marriages, and supernatural powers from nature. The Red People divide themselves into three parts, while the Fangs remain one group.”
Mr. Kei stopped talking and looked at all the students who were listening with curious expressions; a few more looked horrified. Quan knows where this story will lead, but she has no intention of ruining the fun of her friends.
A few moments later Mr. Kei continued the story, very sure that Quan saw the teacher deliberately staring at her and the other Black disciples.After taking blood oaths, the first Red Group called in the spirits, Mr. Kei said, for many nights. On the seventh night, the first spirit in the form of a black wolf appears, then the second, third, and so on until the number is equal to the summoners.The first Red Group hummed sad songs and lamentations of despair, and their requests before the spirits. Then, the wolf spirits granted it by way of tapping some of their essence into the Red People.The person who was possessed fell unconscious until dawn, and woke up in a state already a wolf demon.“The following night the second Red Group, did as the first did in different places. But the spirits answered them faster, on the third night. This time the spirits that came were golden lions. The same procession took place, and the majestic lion demon was crea
Mr. Kei paused and let his students accept the words before continuing.“It is said that the origin of the three colors other than black is the Red Nation. Do you know what era I mean?”The children answered in unison, “Era of Red Blood.”“Yes, of course.” Mr. Kei agreed, then continued. “And in that one millennium, they created history by preserving the curse, and in the end destroying the Red Nations themselves.”“You mean to say that the White, Silver and Blue People are the result of a curse?” Exan interrupted sharply.Mr. Kei smiled and shook his head slowly.“Our ancestors who were originally Red People did get a curse,” explained the teacher straightforwardly. “But we are not meant to be born only to bear the title of curse. Our life is a gift, even though it starts with mistakes that shouldn't be done. It's not our fault, it's nobody's fault.”
That sentence silenced the excitement of the students. Quan lost her smile that was only slightly. The other students looked at Mr. Kei with an incomprehensible look.“So.” Mr. Kei decided. “Does anyone know where the error is?”Many students try to find answers in the thick books they have, and some of them just look at each other and shake their heads.“Yoan?” Mr. Kei called a first-rate boy in the class.It feels shocking when a smart student you know says "don't know" when asked by a teacher, but this time it was even more shocking because no one needed to be surprised when Yoan answered, "Don't know, sir," quietly.“Lein?” Mr. Kei asked again.The fifth-ranked girl just shook her head a little guilty, and Mr. Kei welcomed her with a smile.Mr. Kei's gaze was searching, and stopped at Quan who was just silent and instead stared back with unreadable views.“Quan?”
Quan came out of her reverie when the bell rang twice. Mrs. Hilda left the room, and a few moments later another teacher entered the second grade.Mr. Kei is a personable and humorous-faced figure, but even so he remains firm. Quan likes this one teacher because of his lesson: Dark History.Dark History is not always as dark as its name, but other students still like it because it is quite interesting. Sometimes the lessons learned are not always in public books outside of school.When the lesson began, Mr. Kei wrote Blood & Secrets on the blackboard, and first discussed the last week's lesson for a few minutes as usual.“What causes us to be called White, Silver, and Black?” Mr. Kei asked the dozens of students in front of him in a loud voice, after discussing the previous material.The class suddenly rumbles when all students answer in unison while banging on the table (because they are lazy, Quan and Exan just answe
One year after the tragedy of Mrs. Durbysch's murder, the family left behind went from their burning home. They moved only a few miles away; feel unable to leave the memories far away.But little Quan still bothered. Memories of the killers she massacred still clearly printed in her mind. That's why Mr. Durbysch invited his family to move again; this time out of town.However, the move was only the beginning of another bad thing for Quan again.It was afternoon. Everyone is in their homes, waiting for a total solar eclipse that will soon happen. The Durbysch family was no exception, also in their homes. They gather in the living room.“Why don't we try and see it?” At that time Quan had a chance to ask.Mr. Durbysch smiled as he looked at his daughter with a gaze. Quan' brothers looks so focused on the book they read in the corner of the room.“We can't see the eclipse directly, honey.” Mr. Durbysch told Quan patientl
“If you keep daydreaming,” said the blue haired girl, “you might miss interesting news from Mrs. Hilda!”Quan looked at her.“You mean, the Annual Tour plan.” She stated. “Sounds normal.”The girl named Abara sighed. She turned to the colleague next to her, as if to ask for help.“What do you want Exan to explain to me?” Quan asked casually, saying the name of another eyed girl next to Abara.“What Bara meant was not a general topic, but rather a specific one,” said Exan, bored.“Tour location, you mean,” said Quan calmly.Exan snorted. She knew that Quan knew, Abara did not.“Do you even listen?!” demanded Abara be impatient.Quan's turn to snorted. Abara became Abara again; something that sometimes makes her not know what to feel.“What do you wish for?” Quan muttered lazily. “Of course I'm listening