The school of Nafoura 3

The students all brought out their sheets of parchment and their quills, and were ready to jot down whatever he said, as Master Michael was known to do surprising quizzes on his lessons all the time, and it paid to be on his good graces.

“Today we will just recap the characteristics of the people of the land,” he adjusted his hat, the one that designated him as a teacher since he looked no older than the kids sitting in the classroom by even a single day.

“The subject of morphology and mutation of the Agarthans, is fascinating only if you concentrate on the details and exquisite differences between each and every nation surviving today on our fair land,” he was the teacher of Agarthans anthropology, a subject so complicated that a lot of kids preferred to opt-out of it, alas, it was one of the few mandatory subjects of study at Nafoura.

“Take for example, the reds,” Ethan shivered internally, nobody like the reds, and he knew of nobody who wanted to be one, “their red aura lends them several abilities,” Master Michael took a long breath, wet his lips and continued, “as all the pure colored aura citizens of Agartha, they can mask their auras, and given the incentive, even the auras of up to ten people alongside them.”

Ethan knew that the reds were the only ones left of the pure coloreds, as the blue and yellow nations have disappeared before the end of the purification wars twenty years ago, come to think of it, so did the greens, but those people had a known fate as they were supposed to be killed off entirely in the war.

“The other major ability is, of course, their ability to draw on their aura to take the powers of a beast or known monster, meaning that they can be a strong as ten men, and as vicious as a wyvern,” the teacher went on for some minutes about the specific characteristics of the people with the red aura, yet Ethan thought that he never once mentioned that the rest of the Agarthans considered them monsters and that they were only human in appearance, but deep down they were as bad as it gets.

“The greens are not only universal translators because of their innate ability of understanding and passing this understanding on,” the teacher raised his voice when he said green, breaking the contemplation of Ethan and bringing him back to reality.

“Because of their ability they can reverse this effect of understanding, they can cause a great confusion and they can mesmerize their foes, to the degree that it was rumored that the most powerful of them could even cause complete obliteration of the memory of thousand of people at one time,” Ethan thought that it was wasteful of their time to talk about the greens as they were extinct anyway, but he wrote dutifully in his parchment the notes the teacher prattled on.

“This also brings to light their other major ability, sensing underground minerals, water, and even life,” Ethan thought that sensing life underground would have been so admirable, as some of the hidden wealth of the earth is usually guarded by the most fearsome of creatures.

The teacher continued about each aura of each nation, going through all six of them, after the reds and the greens, he went through the blues who can commune with the spirits of the land and of the dead, and the yellows who can communicate with otherworldly forces known as the others and that they possess great power because of this, making them more than a match for the reds if they wish too, which again was strange as it was assumed that they were also fallen victims of the war.

Then the teacher talked about the oranges who could communicate with animals and plants, and using this ability to have the edge in warfare espionage as well as having gained the secret knowledge of life itself, and the purples who drew on the elements of life and created miracles, well, Ethan knew that this was plain magic, as everybody knew that purples were all magicians.

From Book 1 The Green Boy

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