“This is so exciting! Potions class, I wonder what we’ll make today?” Merlia asked with a peppy smile before winking at a distressed noble who was jumping from one foot to the other as the toilet was being occupied.
Now staring at her he froze and panicked before rushing to find the nearest toilet thanks to the minor slip of concentration.
Seeing this Morgana chuckled faintly while Merlia giggled daintily as walked in step with Anberine.
“I think we have a lesson on love potions today” Anberine commented as they approached the classroom to see a tall man with blue and yellow robes, his hair showed signs of turning white but still remained black signalling that he was in his mid-fifties.
“Good afternoon Mr. Jilbari” Merlia greeted causing the man to raise a brow as he stopped the chalk he had writing on the board with his magic.
“Stirring up trouble again Merlia?” the man asked with a semi stern look, Merlia and Morgana giggled sweetly leaving him more curious from hearing their answers.
“Us?” Merlia asked looking surprised as she pointed at herself despite smiling in a semi mischievous manner.
“Never sir” Morgana chimed in causing the man to sigh and shake his head weakly.
“Honestly... what have I told you about personal gain?” Mr. Jilbari asked wearily while they went to their seats.
“But sir, how’s tripping and spilling food onto lower-class girls right?” Morgana asked with a tilt her head causing her fluffy green hair to move to the right, frowning the teacher looked at Anberine who quickly look down with a weak look knowing where this was heading.
“Hmm...” Mr. Jilbari grumbled for a bit before shaking his head.
“Be a little less dangerous next time” startled the two girls smiled widely while the boys slapped their foreheads weakly at how their teacher was so willing to let something like this slide.
Not that the boys could complain given that Anberine had been the victim to the noble’s bullying once more.
But at times the girls were given too much leeway, which in some ways troublesome given what they could do.
“That was so fun! One even slipped and fell thanks to the toilet rolls littering the floor!” Helga chimed with glee as she entered the room with a skip in her step.
Gawain looking emotionless followed inside the class behind her and took his seat beside Marcus who eyed the annoyed male.
Raising a brow the teacher said nothing as slowly some students who hadn’t been affected entered the class and took their seats. Eventually only four students had entered before Mr. Jilbari started the class.
“Class we will be talking about Love Potions and what their effects are, now make sure you write notes because I’ll be doing a test on it next week.
As soon as the rest of the class has decided that studies are not important” the teacher hinted at the truant students who were stuck in the toilets.
Merlia without wasting time opened her book began to jot down notes alongside Mordred and Morgana.
Morgana as she listened at times showed a keen interest especially with potion and magic making so hearing this was something too good for her to miss for various reasons.
“Now what does a Love Potion do?” Mr. Jilbari asked with a curious look as he observed his students, as expected Anberine and Merlia had placed their hands up.
“Yes Merlia” Mr. Jilbari asked with neutral expression knowing that it was best to keep Anberine out of the spotlight, once Merlia heard her name being called she placed her hand down and beamed softly.
“A Love Potion contains a spell that enchants a person to love a person, as long as you have the right ingredients you can have them fall in love with just about anyone” Merlia replied peppily as she rested a hand under her chin.
Staring at her the teacher groaned inwardly from catching her double meaning.
“Yes Merlia D’huart, that is correct but I hope for anyone’s sake that NO one tries making it” he said gave a warning look to everyone who in turn tensed up from his sharp eyes.
“On the subject of powerful potions there are also powerful potions, some would often be advanced versions of the originals. Some would call them curses due to how strong they are” Mr. Jilbari explained startling the class who now had his attention.
Seeing this he tried not to twitch at their sudden eager looks and instead had his chalk levitate and write notes on the board. Levitating his book in front of him Mr. Jilbari began to flip through his notes slowly as he read aloud.
“A Love Curse once the person ingests the potion, the person will only be in love with the one who created it. As you know with potions, their effects would often last until the caster dies. In turn proves how potent the potion truly is, for it is stronger than it’s counterparts. One must never use it”
“Like the potion it will take away a person’s free but unlike the potion it will make the spelled person completely under their control, they will do anything to please the caster. Even to the point of betraying those closest to them and a cure is almost to find” he explained in a grave tone while looking at the students briefly.
“However there are some ways to remove it but the antidote potion can only be found in so very few books thanks to the casters who decided to create such potions, But fortunately it does exist. At the same time it can thankfully enough be washed away by the sacred lakes that are around the outer areas Camelot, not that I want anyone even trying this to see if the curse works” he warned the class who immediately tensed up from his stern look.
Knowing it was dangerous enough to anger the teacher left the students more fearful of either doing it or being caught trying to do it.
“As you know all potions and spells are dangerous, so do not use them willy nilly whenever it’s convenient. It will only lead to serious consequences and if the King finds out you’ve casted spells like this, then you’ll be thrown in the dungeons or worst case thrown to the Execution’s block. Am I clear?” Mr. Jilbari warned in a firm tone, his eyes revealing a stormy look as he stared at his students.
“Yes sir” the group chorused in agreement. Soon the class resumed with a few note takings before it was time for them to go to their next lessons.
"You did this!"Skye shivered as he sat in the dining hall, hands clenched on his lap under the table. He resisted the urge to move even though it was proving to be difficult thanks to what transpired hours ago."It'sall your fault!" Skye bit his lip as his heart continued to beat heavily in his ears, causing them to become red from being overwhelmed."Are you alright, sir?" Skye almost released a mocking laugh at the irony, unsure on whether or not she was pretending to fake ignorance. Not that he would blame her."Am I alright?" Skye wanted to ask aloud but had no energy to speak, his eyes were growing heavier and more unbearable thanks to how hard he was repressing his tears. Sadly he could feel water staining parts of his eyelids leaving him wishing he was away from prying eyes.Whether she was a look alike or not, if by some di
"King Arthur's story!" another boy whooped, not realising that they now had an audience. Skye however was left surprised, especially since it was nigh impossible to hear about the tale of King Arthur. A thing his grandfather had made sure of stayed hidden in order to cover his tracks, to Skye's annoyance."Now let us sit down and listen carefully okay?" the woman added before moving her head down slightly in order to read the book."Yes Miss" the children chorused eagerly. Without warning, sounds of excitement soon dwindled as the children immediately settled down in order to listen. Amazing Skye at how the woman could easily control the children and encourage them to be on their best behavior.Skye meanwhile just as he was about to move paused the moment he heard a soothing voice greet his ears. Feeling it pull him into it's polarity thanks to how captivating the voice was. Curious, he eyed a nearby chair and took a sea
"How is she?""She is still the same as day you brought her here, Lancelot" the voice said while holding a cup of warm tea, helplessness could be heard in her voice as she sighed heavily. Leaning against the wall by the door the woman's eyes grew grave."If this keeps up, she might never recover" the woman added plainly."Is there nothing we can do?""Hope"Skye's face turned pale as he saw the woman's face more clearly the moment her hat moved up. Slightly pale skin containing semi gaunt features which were showing signs of recovery greeted his line of sight. What also added to her dismal appearance was her long wavy blond hair that reached to her lower waist. Despite being platted, her hair remained free on the bottom half as it rested by her legs.Her blue eyes revealed masked sadness but held a sense of patience and auth
"Make sure to wear this, otherwise you'll attract far too much attention" Lacey had instructed while handing Skye a bundle of clothes from the counter. A wry smile formed on her face as she observed his flushed face.Now donning on a large brown cloak over a worn white shirt and brown slacks, Skye's brown boots trudged against the ground, feeling a little bashful for the sudden change of clothes and from having to be her errand boy. Skye kept the parcels under the cloak in order to avoid them getting damaged.As he observed the town, Skye scratched his hair which had changed from red to pure black. Meanwhile his eyes had also turned into a deep shade of brown, reminding him of a dark oak tree.Not that he minded, it was a little off-putting seeing this new presence greet him in the mirror. Knowing that he could have gone out as himself, only this would risk more trouble brewing given how well known he was thanks
"An outcast who doesn't belong with either side, just an abomination created by lies and treachery" Skye noted before feeling her hand touch his left hand. Feeling her grip his hand, he noticed how it was very warm."Don't ever and I mean EVER say you would give up everything for anyone. That is the worst thing to ever do. You never know what things you would entail and the damage you could create. And also- never! Ever talk badly about yourself, especially in that demeaning manner" the woman said sharply, startling Skye enough to send shivers down his spine as he looked up to see her angry eyes boring into his.Confusion filled him, not knowing why she was even giving him such hope. Why was she being so nice to him? Did he even deserve such concern?He highly doubted it."You have more value than you can ever imagine, everyone does. Otherwise why are you even here? Why are you even alive? Never, eve
Musing with her cup in one hand, the woman observed Skye's haggard look."He looks like he's about to pass out at any given time" she mused while observing him a bit more before speaking."You should take time to push aside things that are trifling towards you" the woman noted while continuing to watch him. Just seeing the dark circles under the male's eyes left her wanting to purse her lips at how little he cared for himself. Reminding her of a few people she had encountered in her life."It's... very hard, especially when you are given no respite" Skye admitted taking her by surprise, her eyes blinked rapidly from how he admitted it without any reservation."Don't get me wrong, I have some people who worry but that's the last thing I want people to be... an invalid who could fall apart at any given time" Skye added tonelessly, nursing the cup with a faint look."So you
The air grew misty in the now grey area, appearing as if all the colour had been filtered out leaving a dull, dismal atmosphere.Faceless people filtered past each other as they acted like mindless puppets without any strings, moving aimlessly through the town, leaving Skye puzzled as he continued to sleep. Unable to make out who the people were or why the world had become the way it has now.How it became like this Skye didn't know, all he did remember however was passing out on the bed. So how...? Why did this scene greet him?Was it a warning of some kind?Very soon, a faint silhouette of a person with long hair walked past a few people in the distance suddenly caught Skye's attention. However he could not make out who the person was. All that caught his attention was the person's plain sleeve as they soon blended into the people before vanishing into thin air."Murderer..
Using his free hand, the young male pushed his curly black away from his face so he could take in the scene. His hair which was long enough to reach his lower back had been tied up with a few cotton brown strings, meanwhile allowed his semi-long fringe to sit on top of his shoulders. Allowing his black choker, which contained a blue teardrop to be seen in the center of it.His clothes however involved a worn brown shirt and lower knee-high trousers, on his right shoulder contained a large brown triangle-shaped leather strap in order to stop himself from being injured during work.His black eyes narrowed before huffing to himself, not wanting to take in the scene any longer than he needed to. After all, he had more important things to do."Just in case..." the male muttered to himself as a thought came to mind, he briefly observed Skye from the corner of his eye just in case the steward was up to something. Not t
Skye while he tried to push the unwanted thoughts and images that continued to spiral around his head in a volatile manner, leaving one to wonder if they were inside a typhoon that continued to deprive him of staying sane."Why did you have to exist?" Pushing the shaky feeling inside, Skye immediately tugged Rowan's arm backwards startling Rowan enough to look back and take in Skye's weakened form."What's wrong?" Rowan asked as he now noticed that Skye's pale but vexed expression."You don't look so good love, do you need some air?" the woman asked, leaving Skye feeling some relief that someone could see he wanted to leave."I... I need to go" Skye replied firmly, startling Rowan once more."Why don't you just die already?! No one wants you here!""But we just got here" Rowan groaned only to see Skye narrow his eyes, now finally free of Row