Rein Chapter 3

Chapter 3

The New Tutor

“Hello Mother!” Rein said to the woman standing, face away from him, at the counter. She was probably preparing food for the daily Grouping. As always.

“Hello Rein, I am just making food for the Grouping. As you might have noticed,” she kept up her work without looking away for even a moment.

“Yes, I did notice Mother,” Rein said to her.

“Go to the learning hall now, you don’t want to be late,” Mother said.

“Okay Mother,” Rein told her, “Bye!”

“Bye Son, see you at the Grouping,” she replied, still preoccupied with her work.

Rein grabbed a book off of the table. Then he rushed through a door marked Learning Hall.

Through the black wooden door was a large room. The room was completely gray. There was a switch on the wall by the door he had just entered. Rein pulled it. Instantly afterward the entire room changed. The grey room turned into a long grass meadow with hills as far as he could see. Then a man appeared. He was dressed in a long red cloak and also had red hair. Rein did not recognize this man. He expected his tutor. A tall lean man with back hair. Not this red head.

“Hello? Why isn’t my normal teacher here?” Rein asked the man.

“It is okay son; I am your new tutor. The other one had to be replaced. I have heard you are excelling in arithmetic. Good job. Now we start with our lesson.”

“Sure, but sir, can you introduce yourself to me?” Rein said.

“But of course I can,” the man agreed with a smile, “I am Lenard. Now on with the lesson.”

“Yes Lenard,” Rein obeyed.

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“That is it now. Okay Rein. Shut down the holographic room now. Good bye,” waved Lenard after the long lesson consisting of Language Arts, Art, and his favorite, Arithmetic.

“Yes sir,” Rein obeyed. He was sad to have to leave his new teacher so soon. Even though it had been a few hours, they seemed like minutes to Rein.

He walked over to a tree behind him and pulled a branch down on the tree behind him. In a split-second, the beautiful fields and trees changed back the grey room right on front of his eyes.

Who was this new teacher?

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It worked, he was in. Lukas would now gather the things he needed, and then leave. He only wanted to stay two weeks at max. Any more could be dangerous. Of course, the technology had decreased a bit since the Quake, but they still have some high end security.

He walked the streets of this underwater city, Shalohim. Soon to be destroyed. By the great Dark One, RokshaFa. The one who would finally end the schemes of the man named Gazilleon. Or as the Great Dark One called him, the cursed Gazilleon.

But why did his master have to kill everyone. Innocent lives. No, as RokshaFa had said before, “Innocence is the lamb for the slaughter.” Everyone, man woman, adult or child. They all would die.

“All for the Great Dragon’s will,” he whispered, “All for his will.”

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James ran as fast as he could. He had to warn his master. Otherwise He would die. Along with everyone else in the world.

He knew RokshaFa was up to something. Master Gazilleon would not listen when he told him. Hopefully he would listen now, since this was a r

eal threat, not just an assumption. If Master Gazilleon did not listen, they were all doomed, but if he did listen, there might be a possibility of survival.

James ran even faster. He had to get there on time. Had to. As his life depended on it, because it did depend on it.

He heard something rustling in the seaweed beside the road to his left. Probably nothing. He kept running until the tall wall came into sight. When he saw it he ran all the more. He could not keep this up much longer. So he slowed to a walk. He had time didn’t he?

The rustling returned. Louder this time. Hopefully it was nothing. Hopefully.

A man dressed in black garments jumped out of the seaweed. He held a rife.

“I am sorry slave. You know way too much,” the man said with and deep voice. He aimed the long rifle at James and increased pressure on the trigger.

Black.