The start of something bigger...

Side note, it's been two weeks of nothing and I might not remember everything with clarity.

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Arthur Ishviel POV...

Crawling out of bed, I stand up and brush my hair back with my fingers. These long, straight locks of mine... I should cut them soon. Now that my hair's brushed back enough, I can see my ears. They're pointed and long now, different to how they were when I first arrived due to... elf puberty, I guess.

My face is pale and I've got bags under my eyes, the stress almost giving me crows feet.

I open my closet, taking out a long sleeved gray shirt and black pants. I change into the clothes, looking at myself in the mirror. Arthur Ishviel, but not Arthur Ishviel... I wonder what happened to the original Arthur's soul? He would probably go to heaven, if such a place truly existed in this world. 

I still feel so uninformed about this world, so vulnerable. Maybe I visit the library today... maybe I stop putting off seeing mom and dad... no. I can't see them like this, they'd be ashamed. I should keep getting stronger, I'll eventually feel better.

I slap my face a little, walking over to the bathroom and running some water. I wonder how the plumbing works when everything's so medieval... yet another reminder that I should start reading books for information.

I close the closet, stepping foot by foot towards the door. I grab the doorknob, opening the door and stepping out. It's early morning, sun shining through the window and onto my face. I feel the presence of eyes on me, ever-present when I wake up. It reminds me of my home invasion incident, a spooky little thing that made me reconsider being alone in rooms.

Walking down the hall, I scratch my elbow and looks towards the ground. Pretty normal tiles as always, nothings changed physically with the school.

The only difference from when I left and today is the posters. It has pictures of a nondescript hero clad in knights armor, long sword in hand, the caption reading "We want YOU to join the Istantetzian Army!" They remind me of the old Uncle Sam posters, the one's that pointed into your very soul every time you'd walk by.

Not likely for me, but others might join once they graduate. If I wanted to enlist, I'd just talk with dad about it. In my future plans, I'll probably... I dunno, adventure... places. Okay, so I might not have the future planned out fully, but who even cares? I'll figure it out on the fly.

I exit the front door of the school building, throwing a cursory glance back to door before stepping forward. I felt the gaze falter when I looked back, but I'm not truly concerned about it. Not anymore. My logic is that if they wanted to harm me, I would've been harmed by now. Its not like I have ops at every corner.

Walking through the central gate and down the street, I find myself drawing closer to the middle of the city and simply wandering about. My hypos getting such an upper hand of me that I have to stop myself before I involuntarily go into the street and methodically knock people's hats off... I should go to a lake or something.

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