I walked at the school yards holding my sister's hand.
What I wore was a school uniform that was in red and black whilst wearing a tie.
I wore a sleeveless wool vest with a shirt underneath.
And a short that was a bit too "revealing"
And what I carried was a satchel with some school supplies.
My boots were stiff as a rock and clean as a diamond.
I've never seen so many children in one place before.
laughing, shouting, jostling like colts in spring.
The building before him was a narrow, red-brick schoolhouse with a giant clock perched atop its roof.
A row of wooden windows lined the side, and beyond them, he saw the faint shapes of desks and maps, a blackboard, a stove.
My sister dragged me like a dog on a leash not wanting to go to the vet.
"I don't wanna go!"
"You have to or how else are we going to get out of poverty!
It's a good thing that both the church and the government fund schools and pay for the students' tuition now.
You should be happy."
I kept on trying to resist but my sister is REALLY strong that I could barely move an inch.
"I'll do anything! I'll clean the house, cook for our family, get a job just so that I won't go to school!"
"Why are you so resentful? What did school do to you huh? What are you thirty? Did you get reincarnated into a child's body or something."
Uh…
That was oddly specific.
She Sighs.
"Look, I know how you feel, I used to do the same when I was your age when our mother brought me to school.
But I was never good at it.
I was the lowest of my class.
But I know you're different, I know you can do better than me.
So I dropped out and got myself a job so I can get the money to buy clothes and supplies just for you.
You have to study so you can go to a university and get a degree so you can get a high paying job.
Our empire is called the nation of technology for our intelligence and advancement."
Sigh
She's right, I guess I'm the only chance of getting ourselves into the middle class.
But still couldn't believe that I'm going to school for the second time.
"Alight."
She chuckles.
And then gives me a kiss on my forehead.
"Why do you and my mother always give me a forehead kiss?"
"It's a cultural thing where we kiss our loved ones or just people we like as a sign of love and luck because wen the lord of death came, she brought back a dead person by kissing him on the forehead.
It's also com–"
"Cool, bye.." I immediately cut her off and bolted like thunder out of there.
"WAIT, I HAVEN'T FINISHED YET!"
I dashed forward not wanting to hear a single word from her.
I was not at the center of the school yard full of children.
I looked around my surroundings to see anything interesting.
The girls were wearing skirts that reached their knees.
It looked more comfortable than the shorts I'm wearing.
An older woman noticed me hovering.
She approached me and pointed in a direction.
"That's the line for the younger ones," she said without smiling.
I lined up in the boys lane from shortest to tallest.
Next to them was the girls lane.
It seems that we were in the same class.
RIIIIINNG!!!
I heard the school's bell rung out like a gun being fired.
"Line up! Boys on the left, girls on the right." A woman said out loud.
"Hands behind backs. No talking."
I clasped my hands behind a boy, mimicking the others.
And soon the line began to move.
Inside, I smelled coal smoke and chalk, old wood and ink.
It was much nicer and less cramped compared to my home which had pipes and gears all around the walls.
But this school was more organized.
The pipeline wasn't on any walls but rather the ceiling.
And it wasn't some scrambled up noodles or your earphones cables being clumped.
No, it was clean and straight.
We soon passed through a door into our classroom.
Rows of desks stretched before me, polished smooth by generations of restless hands.
Each had an inkwell caved into the corner.
A large blackboard hung behind the teacher's desk.
And a clock attached to the wall on top of the board.
Beside was the portrait of what seems to be our leader or some sort.
"Name?" The teacher asked.
"Lukas Mueller, Ma'am." I replied.
"Alright, your seat will be here." Pointing an empty desk in the front row.
I sat down on my desk as the other students got their own.
"Okay kids, we shall begin with our prayers." She shouted.
"By the Seven Lords and the Gods,
We pray for guidance on this day.
Bless us with wisdom and joy,
And give each child a future bright with promise.
May the Lord of Death teach us life.
May the Lord of the Sun shine on us for warmth
May the Lord of the Moon watch over us in peace.
May the Lord of Time help us cherish each moment.
May the Lord of War grant us courage and discipline.
May the Lord of Wisdom open our minds to learning.
May the Lord of the sky help us guide.
And most of all, we wish for the health of our teachers and mentors,
As we pray for strength, understanding, and unity among us all."
So we're basically saying the same thing like how my parents always did it but with some word changes.
"Alright students, I haven't introduced myself so I'm gonna do it now.
My name is Anissa Browning and I'll be your class teacher.
Are there any questions you want?"
For almost a minute the whole classroom was silent until someone raised her hands.
"Miss Browning, will we learn how to read today?"
"Yes, we will learn how to read and we'll do it after answering a few questions, any other?"
"Is it true that if you write in your left hand, you'll be slapped?" A boy asked.
"Of course not, that's an old tradition or culture and that only happened decades ago."
"I never learned what the seven lords are, can you explain to us?"
Soon many students nodded and agreed wanting to learn who these lords were.
That's what I wanna know too.
"Your parents never taught you that?" The teacher said with her head tilted.
Everyone nodded.
"And also about it. And the origin?"
And they nodded as well.
"Hmm…Okay this is just the basis of it."
"In the beginning, the universe as we know it was cold and dark.
Then it appeared. No one knows what It was only that it collided with the unknown and shattered it, creating the first light.
It consumed the darkness, and was in turn consumed by the unknown. In the end, It died… but not without leaving something behind.
Its head became the Overworld.
Its torso became the central world.
Its lower body formed the Underworld.
Its right eye became the sun, and its left eye the moon.
Its heart formed Tellure, the world we live in now.
Its blood and fluids became the oceans and rivers.
Its breath turned into the wind.
Its bones formed the continents and mountains.
Its brain gave birth to the gods.
Its ears became the angels.
Its hair seeded all plants,
And from its womb, life itself was born."
I wonder if all of this is real.
Probably not but it was a cool story nonetheless.
It seems that every student was drawn to this story.
Didn't hear a single word of mouth coming from them.
They were really captivated.
Looking around they were looking at the teacher.
A couple of them are covering their mouths and others are really focusing on it.
"It left pieces or fragments of itself that incarnated or embodied into physical beings.
Called Ancient beasts or Demi-Gods.
Humanity barely had a chance against them until The Lord of Lords came.
He and his angels brought humanity into becoming a dominating species in tellure.
But one day, he vanished without a trace.
But he left something behind.
Those were the seven lords.
Another thing to note is that the 7 days a week is based on them.
Lord of the moon is Monday.
The Lord of wisdom is Wisdain.
Lord of war is Warnday.
The Lord of time is Timorin.
The lord of death is Mortisday.
The lord of the sky is welkinday.
And the lord of the sun is Sunday.