“I’m going to go to the class. I’ll be surrounded by other humans, it’s not like he could do anything to me in the middle of a class, right?” I’m not sure why I’m trying so hard to get them to let me go, but I have this strange feeling that I need to go to this class. I can’t explain it.
“She can’t come with us to combat training, it’s far too dangerous for humans to be around us during that class.” Seth, the voice of reason, says.
“She’s right, she should go to TGD, but we’ll walk her to the class and be there waiting when it finishes, even if we have to skip the showers and come straight to her.” Kier doesn’t seem to like Ty’s idea, but he too can’t seem to think of an argument that could stop me from going.
“Okay, that’s settled, now what is TGD?” I ask, smiling slightly at having gotten my own way.
“It’s the class where they teach you how to take care of us when we go into our transition slumber. Only they don’t explain it like that, they make it seem like it’s just a basic medical training class.” Kier answers finally.
“What does TGD stand for then?” I’m genuinely curious now.
“I don’t think anyone’s ever asked before.” Kier says at the same time Ty says, “I have no clue. Maybe you can find out while you’re in there.” And Seth adds, “None of the humans ever talked about it last year.”
With our plan in place for them to walk me to and from the class, we all get up and head towards the stairs. From what they explained on the way, it sounds like the class is held in a room in one of the towers. I can’t see how the guys are going to make it back from the arena in time to get me before the class ends when they’ll have to go all the way across the castle grounds and then up the five flights of stairs.
We finally reach the room with the initials TGD on the door and the guys all usher me into the room. Thankfully I’m not the first human here so they take off for their own class while I sit as far away from everyone else as I can in the hopes that no one notices I’m here.
Ares comes into the room several moments after the last student arrives and sits down at his desk. He props his feet up on the desk and stares out at the twenty students, looking each of us in the eyes. When he gets to me he pauses, staring at me for far too long, before moving onto the other three students in the back row. Without a word, he flicks his hand and the chalk begins writing on the board behind him.
In the event that a God is injured and unable to regenerate, it is essential for the human liaison to assist them by providing them with the right tools or potions. What would these tools or potions be?
“Let’s see who actually did the homework assignment.” Ares says as he drops his feet to the floor. His boots make a loud thump that echoes through the eerily quiet room.
“Mr Massi.” Ares stands to his full height and walks over to the front row where I can just see the back of Eric’s head. “Shall I assume by the frantic writing you’re doing that you did not complete the required homework?”
“No, Sir.” Eric mutters as the class snickers.
“Anyone else not bother to complete the homework?” Ares asks sarcastically. For a second I have the impression he’s going to ignore the fact that I skipped all of this class so far, but then he turns his attention directly on me. “How about you, Miss Day?”
Eric’s head whips around to look right at me. I tear my gaze from him and focus back on Ares thanking my lucky stars that despite not knowing the name of this class, Tanner had provided me with the basic information in helping an injured God.
“There’s no right answer to your question. Without a specific scenario the answer would be ‘whatever helps the God regain their health or vitality,’ however if you gave a specific example, say, the God is ran through with a sword and needs it removed before their healing kicks in, then the answer would be to assist them with said removal and then feed them a healing potion to speed up their recovery.”
“Very good, Miss Day.” He nods his head before turning back to the rest of the class, “Miss Day is one hundred percent correct, the question as it is, is unanswerable, which is why I have posed it in such a way. You will not always know what to do in every situation, so the first thing to do is to gather information. Begin any emergency situation by asking yourself three questions.” The chalk on the board begins to move again.
1.Are there any immediate dangers?
2.What tools or potions do you have on hand?
3.What would be the best way to handle the situation?
“These, while they appear to be common sense questions, often will result in you figuring out what you can do to help your God in a much safer, quicker and more helpful way.” Ares waves his hand and a sheet of paper with scenarios appears on each of our desks. “Using the scenarios I’ve provided, answer these three questions assuming you have a standard medical kit with you.”
He goes back to his desk and sits down, so I turn my gaze to the paper in front of me, wondering how I’m going to answer this when I don’t even know what a medical kit for the Gods would have in it.
“Miss Day, I assume you have not been provided with one of these yet.” Ares startles me as he speaks, placing a backpack sized green bag on my desk. “If you’ll kindly stay after class, I’ll go through it with you and explain what everything is. I expect you to complete today’s assignment as homework. For now I want you to work on reading through this.” He places a thick wad of papers on my desk, “It is the classwork you have so far missed out on with your absence.”
“Okay, Ares.” I nod. Gasps ring out from the class, making me frown. Ares ignores the sound and nods at me, returning to his desk at the front.
The girl in front of me, leans over to her desk mate and begins whispering frantically. I lean over my work, trying my best to ignore them as I get started on working through the papers Ares gave me. I’m about halfway through when I hit a section that doesn’t make any sense to me. The rest of the class is still working silently on their assignment so I grab the papers and walk to the front of the class.
“Excuse me, Ares.” Again the class gasps.
“Yes, Ryxa?” More gasping. I roll my eyes and lean closer to the desk, whispering, “What is with all the gasping?”
“They’re shocked that you keep calling me by my name.” He laughs.
My head rears back, “What? Why?”