The atmosphere in the classroom was heavy with a sense of dread as Mr. John said those words "History". In their world of supernaturals, history is a fun topic that all kids like. Hearing about the past heroes and wars, it's like a MCU movie.
Mr John shuffled to the front, his steps slow, his back hunched. The dim lighting cast long shadows across his form, emphasizing the weariness in his every movent. The students sat in silence, their gazes fixed on the frail figure before them. William glanced around, noticing that everyone seed tense, their breaths shallow, the anticipation of the lesson almost palpable.
Mr. John began speaking in a low, weak voice, one that barely carried across the room. "I know you lot already know the history… at least, the version they teach you. But history has many viewpoints, and I'm here to give you a different one."
His eyes, dull but sharp as glass, scanned the room, asuring the reactions of his students. William felt a shiver run down his spine, and he wasn't sure if it was because of Mr. John's words or the coldness in the air.
Mr. John continued, his voice growing slightly stronger as he recounted the events of the past. "It all started about a hundred years ago. Power struggles, territorial disputes, and the fight for scarce resources ignited conflicts across the globe. Nations turned on each other, and before anyone realized it, the Third World War had begun."
The ntion of war sent a chill down the students' spines. So fidgeted in their seats, while others leaned forward, their attention fully on Mr. John. The class was silent, save for the occasional rustling of paper and the soft buzz of the overhead lights.
"Nuclear warfare ravaged the earth," Mr. John went on, his eyes distant, as if he were reliving the horrors himself. "Biochemical weapons were unleashed. Countries wiped each other out in an orgy of destruction. One of the nations said to be winning the war was Spain, but victory ca at a price. Humanity lost almost half of its population."
A hush fell over the room, the weight of the information pressing down on everyone. William swallowed hard. He had heard about the war, of course—everyone had—but hearing it spoken about in such detail, from soone who seed to feel the weight of history on his own shoulders, made it more real, more terrifying.
Mr. John's gaze sharpened, and his voice took on a darker edge. "During this ti of human destruction, as if to punish humans, creatures of unknown origins descended upon the earth. Dark, dangerous creatures, unlike anything humanity had ever seen. They destroyed everything in their path, killing humans in a frenzy of bloodlust. They had supernatural abilities that no weapon could touch.
Humans had turned the world into a wasteland, and these beasts ca to claim it."
A collective shiver ran through the room. Even the bravest students found themselves sitting a little straighter, their bodies tensing. William's mind flashed back to the tunnel, to the blood and the death. He knew all too well how terrifying the creatures could be.
"Humanity was on the brink of extinction," Mr. John said, his voice barely above a whisper. "And then… the Originals appeared."
Whispers erupted among the students. William's thoughts raced. The Originals… He had heard of them, of course, the legendary figures who had fought the beasts and saved humanity. But hearing about them now, in the context of a world on the brink of collapse, made their legend feel much larger than life.
Mr. John raised a hand, silencing the murmurs. "The Originals were people who possessed supernatural abilities passed down through their families for generations. They had remained hidden throughout history, but in humanity's darkest hour, they ca forward to fight."
The tension in the room grew, the air feeling thick with both awe and fear. William could almost see the battles unfolding before him—rivers of blood, bodies strewn across a ruined landscape, and towering beasts brought down by the power of the Originals.
"They fought against the beasts for two long years," Mr. John continued, his voice heavy with the weight of that history. "They managed to kill the leader of the beasts, forcing the creatures to retreat to a faraway planet. But the war left humanity broken. Rivers flowed red with blood, and the earth itself seed to weep." Explore hidden tales at empire
The room fell into an eerie silence, the only sound the soft hum of the air conditioning. So students had gone pale, while others stared at Mr. John with wide eyes, their minds trying to process the sheer scale of the destruction.
"The Originals, having saved humanity, began to teach the survivors what they knew," Mr. John said, his tone softening. "Abilities, soul crystals, spell tech… a new era of knowledge and power. Humanity began to rebuild, faster than ever before. But as is the nature of mankind, peace didn't last."
A bitter smile tugged at the corner of Mr. John's lips. "Humans turned on each other once again. Civil war broke out, this ti more vicious than the last, as abilities and spell tech were used to slaughter one another."
William felt his heart race. "Typical," he thought. Humans never seed to learn from their mistakes.
"The Originals, seeing their teachings used for destruction, stepped in once more," Mr. John said, his voice firm. "This ti, not to fight the beasts. They took control, uniting the world under their leadership. The strongest of the Originals then beca the B10—the ten ruling families of our world."
The students sat in stunned silence, the weight of Mr. John's words pressing down on them like a physical force. William's mind spun. The B10… They were the most powerful figures in the world, but to hear how they ca to be made them seem almost god-like.
"And that's why you lot are here," Mr. John finished, his voice dropping to a near-whisper. "To prepare for the day when the beasts return. The B10 knew that the threat still lood, and that humanity's strength had been drained. So they created this system—a way to train the next generation to fight when the ti cos."
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