by Lexi Thorne
Jean was like, “Alright and… and what Amelita?”
He with his glowing face. As Jean kept asking her to continue, she pointed at him approaching. He was kitted in jeans –jean top and jean trousers, head with a silvery robe across his neck and on white sneakers to complement them all. Not only were the only ones who were astonished by his passing, others around were tricked by his charming presence as well. He at that time had been able to communicate understandably enough as he had understood every bit of the langue of all languages around overnight.
‘Hi, there!” he said in meaner charming manner.
His two worlds said to Adelita and Jean were they were paused appreciating the bizarre who had approached blew their hairs apart. Her blonde which was loosely packed to the back of her scalp flew alongside with the sibilance and the wavy currencies of the tone of his voice. The same thing applied to Jean as her thick eye brows would not come down yet in amazement. They proceeded on their ways yet astonished and would not know how to begin to come in on such a picturesque cute guy who had just walked past them.
“Did…did you see that?” Adelita asked Jean awesomely.
“I was about asking exactly the same thing… who that …uh?” She asked.
‘’Do not know!” she responded jealousy.
There were many there at the tea shop. The under and postgraduates were there in one’s, two’s, there's and lastly in four’s as there were at least three chairs and most four chairs to one seat. There were many tables covered beautifully with art works made of wood, some of steel others, coolly of clays on each table, in the middle. The colors of the covers were not just transparent and netlike whites as there are some in other colors teas could form, black covers, milky covers, butter covers and the likes. There light chats, chats in low tones going on and on as more people kept walking into demand whilst others whose demands had been attended to were departing. Adelita pinpointed one out of the two tables where no one was.
“Let us pick that one. Yeah, that one under the artificial palm tree right over there.” She said.
“Okay… You should go there, let me go and order what we would love to take. How do you like your own to be uh?”
“Yeah, try and make it…just anyhow you would make yours. I really like this coffee house, this would be my first time around here actually” she said.
“Alright, this is how I have always preferred my tea to look like. I always loved it creamy. I like low tea or afternoon tea, Elevensies; that one is best for mornings though, there is Royalen tea and High tea. These are the tea services I have seen them do here since my first time around. But, um… the one I am ordering for myself is cream tea, and I like done with enough scones, clotted cream, lemon curd or marmalade’ said she elaborately.
“I would prefer the one you prefer. No worries… Go, the bill is on me huh…!” she said jestfully. She walked to the same seat agreed on.
She made the order, and they were served before they could know it. They were so fast that in supplying their demands as exactly demanded. She felt the sugar content was way too low and she bellowed on the server, and she was being attended to. She re-narrated what happened the previous day between Amaia, her chaps and herself. She disclosed she was like that because she was born with silver spoon. She added, it is the majorly the reason she found it very fun to behave like one sick-in-the-head spoiled brat. His uncle, I was once told manages the school and report somehow back to the government on behalf of its authority. She posited they maintain good amity and have some other good minds to make it much more fun as Amaia’s. Adelita could not believe her ears it was all against what she expected that she had just uttered. She was expecting something much like revengeful items of advice and they would devise a way to see that it works out well. But she saw some sense in her words and they had a great afternoon time there at the tea shop and they left together back to class.
He had met with the school management with all the necessaries, the documents and all that were attached. He had got all those ready that how within the design of his powers. He had explained he needed transfer as he had just lost his last parent of recent in the other state
“I would love furthering under the discipline – Cultural Anthropology/Alien and Paranormal Creatures. I learned it is a new course, it had been introduced, and I would love to acquire much more knowledge about the discipline.” He explained.
He was able to charm his ways through and got himself signed up. He was asked to begin schooling the following weeks so that all core searches would be done on data bases and those would be the final layer to him totally part and parcel of the school after paying the little fees and pack in. He received bravos for his convincing grades at his said former college, where he was studying just Cultural Anthropology. He was made to know there are usually limited spaces for a new take in and he would be the first to be privileged for such. They could not believe their eyes they were doing it.
Mr. Edward came in at exactly 900AM, he was always prompt with the time hung on the wall of the class. He believed working with that would be the best has kids of these days, to him, have always been showing lackadaisical habitude. As a result, he had assumed a good number of them would not have articulate time on them. He went straight to the board and wrote ANTH 103 with the marker on the white board big enough. He waited enough for them to perceive that and cleaned it with the cleaner on his right hand. He is a leftist and his two sleeves had been turned in, rolled up to his arm. To him, it makes him look smarter. He had a beardless chin, flat cheek, and tiny rounded mouth and he had gotten glasses, rectangle-shaped. He liked to make it known in his class to dress appropriately but the Amaia and her chums would not. They were the best at teasing him till he would lose control in the process of instructing them in the classroom. They would flaunt around their behinds in pretense to need to pick what had not fallen. He had fallen victim once which almost got him retrenched for sexual escapades with some girls in the college who have chosen to do that just for the sake of boosting their statuses among friends in school. Right after he had learned a big lesson the hard way, he would not move close no more near their tempting ethics. At the front, there was the marker board, a flat long table which almost covered the whole of the front. It was filled with books, texts, and notes and all other necessaries. Then came in abruptly but gently the newbie and was heading for one of the empty seats at the back. He stole the show, and he moved still to where he was heading through the chairs. Adelita was beginning to recollect he was the same guy Jean and she saw the other day on their way to the tea shop. In the same moment, Jean looked at Adelita in the face, and she did the same back. Jean muttered without sound answering the question pondering in Adelita’s head and mind that “He is the one…” She could not get that the first time of cause but the second time, she did as she was able to concentrate enough. She read her lips, and she felt contented. Before the blink of an eye, after his facial identity had been resolved. She tried to stress her neck to peep at Amaia and Amaia was already winking real rousingly at him.
“OMG… What the fffffff…. It is not even up to 7 minutes, yet he entered… and she had begun to show advances huh… Gush!” she said disturbingly.
“Hey, you are allowed to do all that as this is your first class here. I would forward the rules and regulations, the class syllabus to you as at when due. For instance, if at all you are to come late, you must have pre-informed me or the school authority beforehand and when you have come to show, you would have to seat at one of the seats close to the door, so that you would not deprive others their rights to education, understood?” He looked at him like he was expecting to reply but really, he was not. He continued, “Um, that is Very Ciro, the newbie. You may call him Ciro or you ask him yourself what he would prefer. I would prefer Ciro, anyway, though.”
Ciro nodded in agreement with the instructor.
“Now, let us focus. Thank you. Again, what I am going to be handling solely is ANTH 103 – Anthropology of Loca
lization and Globalization is the course title in this college. To begin with, please, try and put down points, the brief introduction as per the globalization aspect holds discusses societal and cultural factors of global application. Whilst humankind as social beings have always been in connection to one and the other in very vital and necessary ways. Just lately, history has witnessed aptness in communication and transportation, boosting up the distribution of human entities, objects and ideological factors across spaces in geographical settings or locations.” He examined their faces seeing they probably were not getting the points we were trying to drive in. He then furthered on a lighter mode that “In this course, as you may or not know, we are going to do explorations on human histories. We shall together put into consideration the ethnographic studies of settlements with indigenes or none who have in one way or the other engaged themselves, be it directly or indirectly, consciously or unconsciously, with utmost and remarkable responses to global forces and processes. The thing is, have you ever asked yourself how we have made it here through time? Much directly, have you ever wondered in your head how global connections helps with the complexity and intra-dependence and inter-dependence of the cultures with humankind? Class, ideally should be interactive. You are not empty vessels, in one way or the other, you could have come across stuff related to this course. I would ask a question before the class ends and would expect simple explanations” he elaborately said.
“There he goes again…” Amaia said as she looked at the watch on the wall feeling already bored-up. Ciro raised up his right hand to ask a question.
“You are asking a question? After I am done answering that I would have to ask you one either as this is no tutorial class” he explained bluntly. He nodded in agreement.
“Could you please do us a summary of events before written history began?” he asked. He looked carried away as it was not that light to summarize it all within the few minutes he had left.
‘‘I would have to get back to, or you walk with me to my office. I would explain to you things you need to know and how to get yourself integrated. We did all that in the past semester” Mr. Edward said.
“Alright!” He said as he sat down.
Adelita’s heart thumped, as no one had ever escaped his mulct. She knew he would still ask him a question in spite. She did another peep at Amaia where she was seated, she was staring keenly already at the newbie, again. She started to become much more thumped in the heart.
“Ciro, please, try and tell the class, in brevity any details you have as per Stone Age settlement! He declared. He closed his eyes like he was feeling dizzy and he was back. He began by saying ‘I would like to concentrate on the growth of towns and villages.’”
He gave him a go ahead, and before Jack Robinson, he reeled starting with “When Early Men began to live a settled life, they found that it was safer and better to live near each other…” Amaia loved that the line, most directly the ‘each other’ words that she grinned impressed as he was reeling on like a horse on fire. Actually, all the listening students were sore-amazed, Mr. Edward inclusive. He continued and ended before one would blink twice with ‘…all dates are uncertain until we come to the Iron age’ responded Ciro, who had come become so much like almost by all right from the first day and first class.
The instructor was caught in the tangle of his awesomeness and would like to know him better. As they were done with the course, they started to leave the class one after the other in readiness for the next, which was purely practical.
CHAPTER TWO
THE MEETING
For the constructs of system Sigmus, planet Glacier is a glacier, and that had been part of their systems back there at home for him. The climate varies by far, but it had been preplanned that the visitation to the witch would sort it all out with her assists which would see to his stability lest wherever he would go to and he lost it, before the blink of an eye, earth crust would turn pure white frosty cold. He had begun to develop some level of affectations already for the human entities which were beginning to look unbelievable to him as it was not part of his duties and responsibilities. ‘Love, weakens and hate could be unideal’ to them where things existed only of glaciers. It had become clear to him as there were social structures, scripts which theorize the performances of what the human societies possess at any moment in the timeline so do the same with them. He once had the resolve up in his head which was countering the source of his being, and whenever he does that, even though he would like hiding the marks around his chest, they come out glowing red, meaning something which was not yet clear to him. It had appeared. Thus, he is a baby alien but of matured feature put in in semblance with human entities –evidently, he is cute and has got the ‘packs’ which teens and even instructors back at the college were all dying to rest on for few minutes. These they have seen as he too would enjoin his male mates in playing soccer and other sporting activities outside the classroom. At times he would go to the hinterland to go and fun with his blokes there, and they would skate together, drink and see BF together. Although, not all of them always agree with that idea majority did, in the name of fun and all that. When it comes to soccer, he was as good on the field as he was in the class –he was always amazing and cute.
They have been brought into existence with varied teachings about systems, planets and their zillions inhabitants. These he found he knew as it looked like it was already programmed within. The teachings had become really part of the structure of being in the system Sigmus in general under the commands of the General Tookie and in the planet Arellan specifically in line with his cognition.
He was at home inside Woodruff’s hut. He used to attend the college from there and from there occasionally. Ciro had been proving elusive to Amaia who had been trying all she could to get his attention, and whenever she saw that or get to know about that, Adelita’s became jealous. She too has developed likeness, utter one for him. All this he had expected. He used to believe it weakened but he had seen instances of love, even, through Woodruff’s affectation to leave at the mountain’s side. They had had series of conversations, and he had been able to deduce indirectly he loved it there, as it was only there he would be able to survive well. He could not rationalize straight away all the knowledge of the world in the past within his scalp as the same thing that was believed being able to make entities feeble became something that strengthened it better. Thus, he concluded in his mind. After much ruminations and his conclusion, there was always much more to everything known. His marks began to glow red and his eyes, closed as they began to glow. It was at the same time as all these were coming to light that Woodruff who had gone out since the dawn came back. He already saw the lighting effects right from the inside. Ciro could no longer keep the marks on his face and his chest as well. He opened the door gently, the wooden door creaked opened, wend in, and he poured him water and frosts took over the four walls of the hut. He woke from his nightmare with immediacy and all the marks got hidden back in the same moment he was conscious. Woodruff was amazed.
“What on earth are…you?” he said as the last word sounded fading and he passed out afterward. He fell on Ciro’s arm, and he tried and cater for him.
“How are you feeling now, Woodruff?” Ciro asked carefully.
He had passed out for hours, he could felt to use his power to wake him up with immediate effect but felt that would not be necessary he would anyway wake up in a matter of hours as he had calculated. He woke at exactly the time he had suggested within. Woodruff would not say a word as he was still shocked. He felt like to go on another time out but that was not coming g to life. He looked like he had got so much to ask at the same time and so many answers to be given in response.
“For… for how long have I been out huh?” he inquired tiresomely.
“Just a matter of hour actually” he replied as he was seated close to his right arm as he was being laid in the bed in the hut.
Ciro wanted to ask him if he could remember anything be
fore he passed out. He asked if he could describe what he saw last before the same happened to him. With much anon, he replied that he could recollect nothing. He read his mind and was able to find the context he was trying to find out hiding from being found out.
“[Chuckled] Okay, I believe you, Woodruff,” he said in response.
Ciro was with the ability to read mind at will should occasion call for that. Then, for him, to avoid the victimization of the opposite, he did read him and his mind and was able to find out he was only trying to escape the moment to go and report him later.
It was the following morning, it was another sunny Saturday, and the sun had already faked its consistency by making it come from the east wing, scorching, and pairing and wrecking Magic the west’s side without wasting time. It was exactly the time of the day when there was no shade outside one of the sides of the hut but at the moment, laced with shades big enough to keep Ciro as masculine, tall, vibrant, energetic as he looked. It was close to the twilight of the day. Under normalcy, as they talked about severally over the past weeks that he would not do the hinterlands on weekends but then he was already set to go. It was obvious he was up to something. There were questions that kept bothering him like questions worry little ones and which would then make them go curious and need to know to be at peace in the head and in mind as well. Whenever he recollected all that transpired in the hut or sees him around, he was he puzzled. He could have tried to call the police somehow just over there, but there was no network there, and he did not even own a cell phone yet, and that was of the cause on purpose.
“Where are you from, what are you and what are your missions here?”
He had read about a prosaic role which was written by a hunter who had once lived somewhere around the same area before. The old man’s role was versified which had it that there were more to everything in the bush. The man emphasized those not from here who had been here sort of beings and spots related to the site of the portal. People close by had believed the man was just a mere dreamer, one good writer of strange fancies to scare kids and make the aged wonder in horror. It was a tale, late night tale that parents tell their fruits at night whenever the occasion called for that. They had begun by saying,
