A/N: This chapter is probably the most boring out of the five chapters I have so far. :/ The end will make up for it though, methinks. So, without further ado, yer chapter. Remember to vote, comment, and read! XD
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I cradled the girl's head in my hands.
She stirred and opened her eyes. "Oh gosh. School. I'm late!" The girl jumped up, stumbled, and ran. I followed her curiously.
The girl was running to a huge building with a bell on it. It was ringing loudly and I covered my ears and continued to follow her.
She slipped into a room with many other children her age (I reserve the right to call them children because right now I am about 8,000 years old or so. But ... time travel is a funny thing. It hasn't really been a year since I became a Guardian, I don't think. I was about 14 when I became one, and now I'm like ... I don’t know, 8,230 years old? But really 14? I'm confusing myself. Am I confusing you? I hope not, but at the same time I hope so ... Oh let's get back to the story!) who were all seated in uncomfortable looking chairs.
From what I saw in the synagogues, the boys there sat on plush pillows and studied scrolls. What were these other things and why were the children sitting in uncomfortable chairs?
There was a woman at the front of the room who started speaking in a language I didn't understand. Apparently it was English. The children started nodding their heads and saying things like "uh ...." and then words I did not understand. After a while, I began to notice a pattern. When a person raised their hand, the woman pointed at them and all the other hands went down. The person who won said something.
I wish I knew English. I thought sadly.
This was too hard for me to understand. Sighing, I walked out of the room.
I walked down the corridors in lament. I wanted to learn things so badly! So, so badly. But, words couldn't be translated into Hebrew.
Thinking back on that one scenario, I breathed out slowly. Why could I understand the drunk's foul language, but not the teacher's? It was something to ask Lupa.
"Let's start at the very beginning."
Wait ... that's Hebrew! I thought. I listened closely.
"What comes first? A, B, C!"
I followed the voice hesitantly. I was afraid it was my mind acting up.
I reached a room with little, little children in it. They were looking at a teacher with big, adoring eyes. They were sitting on plush pillows, like they should be.
I smiled and walked in, sitting behind a young girl.
The woman at the head of the class pointed to a triangular object with a line through the top. It looked like this: A
"What is this?" the woman asked.
The girl in front of me shot her hand up.
"Yes?"
The girl replied in English. "A." I could barely pick out what she said, but that was okay because I was learning English!
"Very good. Brunhilda, what's this letter?" She pointed to an object in the room that looked like this: B
"B?" Brunhilda asked slowly.
"Are you asking me or telling me?"
"B." Brunhilda said decisively.
VOCÊ ESTÁ LENDO
The First Guardian
Fanfic"MY name is Iridescent and I am a Guardian." Plagued with troubles and unknown powers, Iridescent is the first Guardian. You might know her better as the "Man in the Moon". This story tells the epics that occur as she's learning her powers and battl...