Post by Chesa on Aug 3, 2010 13:51:33 GMT -5
Cassandra Hope trudged through the streets of the city towards the school house. It was a rainy day, and she could feel the droplets soaking through the fabric of her cloak. Children ran, laughing past her, not minding the weather at all. She smiled to herself, watching the innocence of the young kids race for the school. There steps sent sprays of water that had accumulated on the cobble stone streets.
The city of Elywnn was the largest in the country, and the school one of the best. Separate classes for separate ages, a revolutionary idea that this school was employing by having students from all over the country actually live of the campus. Such an idea that had been taken from the fall of the Xanadarian Empire. Though it was expensive to send their child to such a school, the country was a rich one, and with many royals, nobles, and upper class citizens, the school was not fighting for students.
Cassandra was young to be a professor that the school, but she was more then qualified in her field of history. Most people asked her why she had chosen such a specialty. Why dwell on the past when so many new discoveries were being made in the fields of Science, Math, and literature. All these fields were changing and developing. History was the same boring material over and over again. Cassandra, on the other hand, believed that much could be learned from the past, and that without it, there was little to be done for the future.
As she entered the great halls of the school she let out a sigh, glad to be out of the rain. The lanterns that lit the halls flickered, reflecting off the great glass windows.The young teacher paused for a moment, looking at her reflection in the mirror. "I'm still the spitting image of mother," She muttered, lightly touching her cheek. She laughed a little and made her way to her classroom, being greeted by the students who stood on her entry. "Good morning professor," They said, speaking in unison, a ritual that was done by the students in all grades and all classes.
Cassandra smiled to the class. "Good morning," She responded, motioning for the students to take their seats again. She hung her cloak on the rack and turned up the gas on the the lanterns, making the room a bit brighter on the dreary, rainy day.
"Today we're going to study the destruction of the Springfield Institute and it's importance to the fall of the empire," She said, turning her back to the class and jotting it down on the chalk board behind her. The students took out their small textbooks and opened up note books. "Professor, what does a school have to do with the fall of an empire?" One of the students asked. She was a young girl, with thick red curls and a face covered in freckles. She was fourteen years old, the youngest in the group of upper students, but she was far from the least intelligent.
"The Springfield institute and it's students were the key to the strength of the empire. They may not have been large in number, but the students were by far the best trained in all of this world," She said. One of the kids scoffed. A young nobleman with stringy black hair, pulled back at the base of his neck. Another one of the students that caught her eyes due to his snide tone and unwillingness to accept the facts that anyone presented him. "How could a bunch of kids do anything to help a power house like that?" He asked.
Cassandra frowned a little. "The empire used strict discipline and absolute rules to harden the students, if you can call them that, and use their own fear and instincts to live to force these young men and women to do unspeakable and unbelievable deeds," She explained. "Seems like a utter nonsense," The boy grumbled. The girl next to him elbowed him in the stomach, shushing him.
"What was so bad about the institute?" Another student asked, sitting next to the little red head. Cassandra wrote something else on the board. The words 'three rules'. "The Springfield institute taught under three major rules. One, put their students in constant fear of death, purposely forcing them into threatening situations against their peers. This was called the rule of survival. Kill or be killed.
She underlined the that rule. "The second rule was the rule of punishment. Students were made to receive the strictest punishment in return for the smallest infractions. Skipping class meant death in most cases," She said, tapping the second rule on the board with her chalk. "The teachers and administraters were gods, so even if the students had the power to rebel, they were too scared to," She explained.
"The third rule, and the most important to it's down fall, was policy of 'breaking' students. By emotionally breaking them, they turned into perfect killing machines, with no feelings or remorse. By enforcing these three simple rules, they administration of the institute produced the most powerful warriors in an rapid fashion," She explained, turning to face her students.
They all looked bored, or tired. Cassandra frowned a little. This was such an important matter, and the students didn't seem to care at all. She let out a heavy sigh. "Now the teachers of the school were the best resource of the school. Some of them have reputations that I'm sure even your young selves have heard of," She said, scribbling a few names under the rules. "Ashirum, Nata, Kimsdale, and Thia," She said, turning to the class. "Does any one recognize any of these names?" She asked, trying to get a little bit out of them.
The red heads hand shot into the air. "Yes Elizabeth?" Cassandra asked. "Nata, didn't he recently pass away? His picture was in the paper, he was a teacher at the institute?" She asked. Cassandra nodded. "Yes he was. Nata was the latest of the four names. He himself had started as a student, and managed to work his way up through the ranks of the students, to the number one student amongst the top ten. Now the top ten were a group of elite students, and the only way to enter into this group, was to yourself kill one of the others. Their training was rigorous and there rules even stricter, but they had more missions, less school, and better rooms," She explained.
"Now Nata was by far one of the cruelest teachers at the school," She said, looking about the students. She'd caught Elizabeth's attention. She let out a small sigh. "There will be a quiz on this," She warned, tapping another name. "Kimsdale and Ashirum were the Springfield brothers who founded the school. They were the dukes of Klinkston in the norther part of Xandar. The Springfield family were renowned soldiers, and had fighting styles that had been the best in the country. The Emperor though wasn't happy with just that, and had ordered the founding of a school to create mass armies of these great warriors under the Springfield method."
"Where did the school get it's students though, were they emperial children?" The boy Next to Elizabeth questioned. Cassandra shook her head. "No, absolutely not. They had a strict policy against using their own. At first most of the students were Catlians, but then as the empire started to expand and their raids grew, they'd take any children they found, though there were rules about the ages of the child. The children all had to be between the ages of 0-3. Any children over, were killed," She said, her voice dropping a little. She shook her head. "When the institute started breaking their own rules, everything started to fall apart. When they accepted a little boy and girl who were older then they normally allowed. Celeste, who was 7, and Kiske, who was 9-"
She was about to continue, before the bell rand throughout the school for the students to go to their next classes.Cassandra sighed, looking at everything she had written on the board. As the students filed past her, she gently touched the names of the two students on the board.
The city of Elywnn was the largest in the country, and the school one of the best. Separate classes for separate ages, a revolutionary idea that this school was employing by having students from all over the country actually live of the campus. Such an idea that had been taken from the fall of the Xanadarian Empire. Though it was expensive to send their child to such a school, the country was a rich one, and with many royals, nobles, and upper class citizens, the school was not fighting for students.
Cassandra was young to be a professor that the school, but she was more then qualified in her field of history. Most people asked her why she had chosen such a specialty. Why dwell on the past when so many new discoveries were being made in the fields of Science, Math, and literature. All these fields were changing and developing. History was the same boring material over and over again. Cassandra, on the other hand, believed that much could be learned from the past, and that without it, there was little to be done for the future.
As she entered the great halls of the school she let out a sigh, glad to be out of the rain. The lanterns that lit the halls flickered, reflecting off the great glass windows.The young teacher paused for a moment, looking at her reflection in the mirror. "I'm still the spitting image of mother," She muttered, lightly touching her cheek. She laughed a little and made her way to her classroom, being greeted by the students who stood on her entry. "Good morning professor," They said, speaking in unison, a ritual that was done by the students in all grades and all classes.
Cassandra smiled to the class. "Good morning," She responded, motioning for the students to take their seats again. She hung her cloak on the rack and turned up the gas on the the lanterns, making the room a bit brighter on the dreary, rainy day.
"Today we're going to study the destruction of the Springfield Institute and it's importance to the fall of the empire," She said, turning her back to the class and jotting it down on the chalk board behind her. The students took out their small textbooks and opened up note books. "Professor, what does a school have to do with the fall of an empire?" One of the students asked. She was a young girl, with thick red curls and a face covered in freckles. She was fourteen years old, the youngest in the group of upper students, but she was far from the least intelligent.
"The Springfield institute and it's students were the key to the strength of the empire. They may not have been large in number, but the students were by far the best trained in all of this world," She said. One of the kids scoffed. A young nobleman with stringy black hair, pulled back at the base of his neck. Another one of the students that caught her eyes due to his snide tone and unwillingness to accept the facts that anyone presented him. "How could a bunch of kids do anything to help a power house like that?" He asked.
Cassandra frowned a little. "The empire used strict discipline and absolute rules to harden the students, if you can call them that, and use their own fear and instincts to live to force these young men and women to do unspeakable and unbelievable deeds," She explained. "Seems like a utter nonsense," The boy grumbled. The girl next to him elbowed him in the stomach, shushing him.
"What was so bad about the institute?" Another student asked, sitting next to the little red head. Cassandra wrote something else on the board. The words 'three rules'. "The Springfield institute taught under three major rules. One, put their students in constant fear of death, purposely forcing them into threatening situations against their peers. This was called the rule of survival. Kill or be killed.
She underlined the that rule. "The second rule was the rule of punishment. Students were made to receive the strictest punishment in return for the smallest infractions. Skipping class meant death in most cases," She said, tapping the second rule on the board with her chalk. "The teachers and administraters were gods, so even if the students had the power to rebel, they were too scared to," She explained.
"The third rule, and the most important to it's down fall, was policy of 'breaking' students. By emotionally breaking them, they turned into perfect killing machines, with no feelings or remorse. By enforcing these three simple rules, they administration of the institute produced the most powerful warriors in an rapid fashion," She explained, turning to face her students.
They all looked bored, or tired. Cassandra frowned a little. This was such an important matter, and the students didn't seem to care at all. She let out a heavy sigh. "Now the teachers of the school were the best resource of the school. Some of them have reputations that I'm sure even your young selves have heard of," She said, scribbling a few names under the rules. "Ashirum, Nata, Kimsdale, and Thia," She said, turning to the class. "Does any one recognize any of these names?" She asked, trying to get a little bit out of them.
The red heads hand shot into the air. "Yes Elizabeth?" Cassandra asked. "Nata, didn't he recently pass away? His picture was in the paper, he was a teacher at the institute?" She asked. Cassandra nodded. "Yes he was. Nata was the latest of the four names. He himself had started as a student, and managed to work his way up through the ranks of the students, to the number one student amongst the top ten. Now the top ten were a group of elite students, and the only way to enter into this group, was to yourself kill one of the others. Their training was rigorous and there rules even stricter, but they had more missions, less school, and better rooms," She explained.
"Now Nata was by far one of the cruelest teachers at the school," She said, looking about the students. She'd caught Elizabeth's attention. She let out a small sigh. "There will be a quiz on this," She warned, tapping another name. "Kimsdale and Ashirum were the Springfield brothers who founded the school. They were the dukes of Klinkston in the norther part of Xandar. The Springfield family were renowned soldiers, and had fighting styles that had been the best in the country. The Emperor though wasn't happy with just that, and had ordered the founding of a school to create mass armies of these great warriors under the Springfield method."
"Where did the school get it's students though, were they emperial children?" The boy Next to Elizabeth questioned. Cassandra shook her head. "No, absolutely not. They had a strict policy against using their own. At first most of the students were Catlians, but then as the empire started to expand and their raids grew, they'd take any children they found, though there were rules about the ages of the child. The children all had to be between the ages of 0-3. Any children over, were killed," She said, her voice dropping a little. She shook her head. "When the institute started breaking their own rules, everything started to fall apart. When they accepted a little boy and girl who were older then they normally allowed. Celeste, who was 7, and Kiske, who was 9-"
She was about to continue, before the bell rand throughout the school for the students to go to their next classes.Cassandra sighed, looking at everything she had written on the board. As the students filed past her, she gently touched the names of the two students on the board.