Prologue, Chapter 5

October 7, 627 A.R.

10:13 A.M.

Introductions, of course there's going to be introductions. The 11th and 12th grades have only been implemented this year and there aren't even any 12th grade students this year. There'll be some problems for the universities with the lack of new college students for these next two school years no doubt. Still, the chances of us knowing anyone in our class is pretty low. I'm not looking forward to this.

I feel a slight nudge to my side and look towards Marcus, "Stop thinking so hard it's just inroductions."

"Introductions are tedious and annoying." A huge waste of time.

Marcus suddenly gains a vicious smirk on his face, "You're just embarassed aren't you," Please don't tell me he's going to say what I think he's going to say, "Demon Lord of Damnation."

AHHHHHH! I can do nothing but hide my face as horrible memories of my youth assail me.

"Cassius Longinus." I hear the teacher call on my name at that accursed moment.

I get up from my seat and walk up to the front of the class. I can feel my heart hammer in my chest and my knees shaking slightly as I stand in front of the people I'll have to call my classmates for the rest of the school year.

"Good morning everyone, my name is Marcus Longinus and I was a former student of Germanica Secondary School. I- uh" I feel my tongue twist as my mind blanks. What am I supposed to say?

Completely lost on what to say I switch off my filter and let my mouth run wild, "You all look annoying so just don't get in my way and leave me alone."

"…"

Marcus' palm meets his face as everyone else in my class either looks like they saw someone grow two heads or someone they really want to bury alive. Medea isn't going to be very impressed, I think.

My teacher also seems incredibly lost on what to say as he awkwardly tries to salvage the situation, "Well that was a very… unique introduction. You may take your seat Cassius."

I swiftly return to my seat only to slam my face on my desk.

I can practically hear Marcus's exasperation as he says to himself, "It's the first day!"

My face only flushes redder as I let out a wince. So that's what he meant.

October 7, 627 A.R.

12:03 P.M.

After the disaster in homeroom, Marcus and I quickly made our escape as soon as we could. Which led to us waiting for the few people we knew in this school to show up in the cafeteria.

"Marc! Cass!" I then hear the familiar voice of a very excitable friend of ours.

"Hey there Arty," Marcus greets back. I let out a grunt of acknowledgement of my own.

I feel another person settle into the bench on my left as another voice asks, "Did something happen Cassius?"

"I'm gonna take a wild guess and say that he ran his mouth and dissed someone without thinking again." Yet another voice joins in on my mockery as they settle themselves on my right.

I don't dare take the bait and keep my face buried in the table.

Marcus lets out a groan, "Try our whole class."

My voice is muffled by the table as I try to defend myself, "I was nervous."

The newcomers have the nerve to laugh at me. I turn my head up and glare at one sitting besides Marcus.

"At least I don't lug around a wooden sword, calling it magical unlike a certain dimwit." I respond heatedly.

The two besides me laugh even louder while the one across me just sputters trying to formulate a response.

"Bwa-! I-! I'll have you know that Caliburnus is a great sword!" Surprisingly he actually manages to make a comeback.

The one on my right, Gawain, claps me on the back and practically sings, "A very fine wooden sword!" then proceeds to bellow in laughter once again.

Lancelot, chuckles but reassures him, "It is quite sturdy for a sword made of wood."

Marcus, who has been fiddling with his phone all this time merely points out, "Sturdy is lowballing it. You've been carrying that thing around everywhere since kindergarten and it still hasn't fallen apart. What did your grandma say it was made of Arthur?"

Arthur just blinks in confusion and hesistantly responds, "I can't remember."

"Enough about Arthur's 'Magic Sword' already. I'm hungry" I declare with no small amount of impatience.

The others are quick to agree in carrying on with lunch.

The first day already started out horribly, yet I get the feeling that things are only going to turn out worse eventually.