The following week, it was my day to do my “Teacher for a Day” presentation. The Mistlights and I had worked on the lesson plan for my teaching. Professor Stormsurge had approved the one I had despised doing: activating everyone’s abilities and helping them to use them. I would have to tell everyone what to do, but they never listened to me in the first place. I could do it, but my contemporaries despised me because of my link with all of the Mistlights and how I tend to ask questions that irritate everyone. My mind is filled with questions that the Mistlight tribe would never permit me to ask, and no one ever has the answers to. If I had all the answers to the questions that I always have, then my curiosity would never actually exist. When class started, I stood up at the front with Kero and all of the other Mistlights, who were there on my invitation. Usually they’re too lazy to come to the classes, but if I ask them to come, they will come. They hardly ever listen to the instructions of their Bonded because they have a will of their own. “Today we will be activating our latent abilities,” I confidently said, picking up a piece of chalk. “Your Mistlight will come to you as soon as I put your instructions on the board. I will demonstrate how to do it, but you all need to pay attention to this.” I enchanted the chalk to show all of the instructions to do the activation. (1) Place your hand on your Mistlight’s paw. (2) Say ‘Activate’, and the magic of your Mistlight will activate your magic. Then, I summoned an illusion of my Mistlight form so no one will know that I can change into a Mistlight. The illusion knew what it needed to do, so it hopped up onto the desk while Kero turned the lights down for everyone to pay attention. My illusion held up its paw, and I said the word to activate my latent abilities. Magic swirled through the classroom and I could feel it pour out of and around me as I activated my own latent abilities. For some strange reason, I could do this sort of thing, just by thinking about it and saying the words to do it. Something ended up in my hand as the magic swirled at its peak. It was leather-covered and fit my hand perfectly. I could just barely see the outline of the blade and the scabbard for a sword. The blade was weighted perfectly, and it was mine; the hand protector had a small gem the size of my Mistlight form’s fist, and the hilt was wrapped in soft leather the color of my red hair. When the magic died down, the class sat there staring at me. Finally, someone whispered, “That’s the legendary Mistlight blade. Fizt told me about the Prophecy. He said that she could be the Mistlight princess who will lead them into battle in two years. I think he’s right.” I’d known Fizt for a long time, since we were from the same tribe, and I knew that he had found out my secrets from Kirin. I’d have to talk to him later on about it. That comment led to more and more whispers about my blade, most of them saying that their Mistlights had told them about the Prophecy. Others said that they had heard something about it from a friend’s Mistlight. Soon everyone, except for Mistlights and me, were talking about the blade. They had all expected it to happen sometime soon, and so had I. We all knew this day would happen, and we were prepared for if this would happen during my class. “As you all may know, I have the legendary blade now. I will learn how to use it soon enough, but, on with the lesson!” I flourished my free hand and put my sword into its hilt, which sat on my back, the strap over my shoulder. As I called out the names of each person in my class and their Mistlights, they watched me work through the lesson, instructing and helping with anyone’s questions about their new blades or abilities. Funnily enough, Rykor and Triatelle both had weapons of legend, which meant that they were to fight at my side in two years. They were both a little more than miffed about the fact that they were going to fight with me. I was fine with it, because I already knew about the stuff. In the battle, they would help me to fight against the Prince of Demonics in the final battle of the war. That was where things got a little confusing in the Prophecy. No one knew if we were going to win or not, and that’s what worries everyone about the Prophecy. There’s absolutely no way to know whether light or shadow will win the final battle. The funny thing about teaching is that you have to help each and every one of the students on a one on one basis. I happened to have a knack for doing this, because, as soon as I gave my contemporaries hints, they caught on pretty fast.
