Written by the Victors

` Leviathan Capital City, Ninth Circle, Sirius, Levin Institute (Year 676)

"Maybe you can, I don't know, struck up a conversation like a normal bloody person?" Castiel's deadpan voice broke through the haze in Cilix's head as he sat on his left, taking out his For the Glory of Humanity book to set on their table.

Cilix didn't dignify him with a response, instead giving him the stink eye, he believes himself to be a mature individual who's above petty things like this. Plus he does give a pretty impressive stink eye, or so he's been told.

"Sadly, Cilix Trimaran is not a normal person." Shaun mussed in that baritone of his that usually meant he's trying to get a rise out of you, his cognac brown eyes shining in mirth, "Remember fourth grade when he just downright stalked the girl?" and boy did he get the reaction he's aiming for.

"I didn't stalk her!" Okay, so maybe Cilix is not as matured as he thinks he is. He does have a dignity to protect.

"Right," Castiel tucked a lock of his strawberry blonde hair beneath his ears and starred at him with those unnerving chartreuse green eyes, "because watching her on our joint classes and following her around on your free time is not stalking."

Cilix doesn't know how to react to that.

His mouth kept closing and opening as he stared at his bestest best friend in the world's resting bitch face and listened to the loud as hell guffaws of his other bestest best friend in the world, the fucking traitor. He imagine he looks like a fish out of water, trying to think of an answer that won't leave his dignity crushed. Castiel is not a very talkative person, the complete opposite of himself and Shaun, but when he talks it's like the word of a seer, you sure as hell should listen. And what does it say about Cilix that even his most serious and often oblivious friend notices his looking?

"Cassie~ how can you say such mean things?" He made sure to give his best pout as he draped himself all over his friend. His Papa did said if you can't win an argument by being smart, then win it by being cute. Or was it the other way around?

He heard giggles from a nearby table and winked at the bunch of girls that are watching them, making Castiel push his face away. He and his friends are rather popular due to the fact that they're among the highest ranking students of their grade and are definitely good looking, if he do say so himself.

When his cute face didn't work with Castiel, he resorted to hitting Shaun with his own book as he continued his honest to god cannon like laugh at Cilix's expense. Kept on hitting him even after he stopped laughing just because he can.

"You're an earth weaver, you have a thick skull." He said as Shaun used his own book to hit him back, which actually kinda hurts because it's a rather big and hard bound history book. And the guy's arms are as thick as Castiel's whole head.

"That's racist!" Shaun retorts with a whack on his head.

He felt his eyebrows furrow, "Wait, is it?" was it racist? But he's been saying that for a long time now, people must have thought him one of those Elitist. Why did no one told him about this? Shaun just laughed at his face as Castiel sigh and open his book for some advanced reading. The teacher's really late as always, he's an old man after all.

A few more hitting and screaming at each other and many explaining of "No Cilix, it's not racist, just streamlined." and "Yes Shaun, people just assumed that because earth weavers are physically stronger because of their element." and Castiel's best line of "Shut up, you two." until the teacher finally arrived.

Cilix just put his chin on his hands as their teacher drone on and on about the ministry's battle for Leviathan kingdom's independence some hundred years ago, and prayed that he pass this class however useless it may be. But hey, silver lining, he has Castiel for notes.

He watched his classmates try to take notes and fight the pull of sleep, Cilix can see Axton loosing that battle at the side, hiding his face on Lerice's very thick curly hair which is in a nice shade of pale purple. And then his eyes inevitably went to the main topic of their earlier discussion, Oleah Vanderbilt and her white hair (platinum, Shaun would always correct him). She's on her usual place with Sienna and Constantine, being her usual emotionless self. Something is seriously wrong with her face, no one should be that blank.

He forced his eyes to look somewhere else. This is why Shaun thinks you're a stalker Cilix, snap out of it.

"Don't you think it's weird how everyone in the kingdom consider this … this whole liberation shenanigan a huge thing when this book is so vague? It doesn't even really explain why they dethroned the royal family." He heard Shaun whisper beside him as he was about to dose off. Honestly Mr. Herodotus, can you talk any slower?

"Dunno," He scratched his head as he stifled a yawn, he has to remind himself that yawning will make other people catch it and it'll just be a never ending sequence of yawning until someone fall asleep. "been a hundred years so maybe it got, I don't know, lost in translation?" He shrugged and looked at the crudely drawn picture of a man raising a sword to the air in the universal sign of victory.

"But that's just the thing, isn't it?" Shaun persist, shaking his arm to make him listen. "It's only been a hundred years, our fathers' grandfathers' must have been still alive during those times. How come they never tell the story?" He loves doing that to be honest, loves questioning everything under the sun until he got an answer that satisfy him. Which is to say, nothing really satisfy the bastard.

"Does it matter?" Cilix almost jump upon hearing Castiel's soft voice on his other side, "The problem with history is that it's written by the victors, the heroes, those who stood over the bodies of the fallen and survived. The story of the losers, of the defeated, they're lost to time." Castiel finally lift his eyes from his book and looked at them, "History is biased, you can't trust it."

"That's one way to put it, I guess." For all of Castiel's dainty disposition, he's such a cynical bastard. Cilix loves him for that.

But he's right, isn't he? No one really wanna listen to the losers whine about why they lost, that's only if they live long enough to complain about it. It's war after all, so either kill or be killed.

Shaun's right too, though. The day of liberation has been celebrated every twelfth of June for as long as he can remember, but he never bother to ask his Papa about it, it's never interest him to be honest. But now that he's learning about it, the book does says a lot about the liberation, but nothing straight forward. Can you still call it a history book when all it said are opinion of people in power against the monarchy? It doesn't even say how the war started, just that there is.

But it's all a thing of the past, who cares right? It's not like the royal family will rise from the dead and reclaim their throne. Now that would be interesting.