YEAR: 3024. OCTOBER 4TH. LOCATION: IN A CLASSROOM OF THE ROYAL ACADEMY IN REPUBLIC OF SHIENA
“Today, we will be learning about the 4th Hero of Shiena’s history, Aria Silverlock,” the professor announced to his class.
A collective groan of pain swept through the room as students slouched in their seats, rolling their eyes and muttering under their breaths.
“Please!” a girl in the front row cried out of despair. “We already know about Hero Aria! We hear about her in bedtime stories, study her in history class, and even get lectured about her on field trips! Can’t we take a break for once?”
“Silence!” the professor barked, his face flushed with anger. “You should all be grateful to her! Hero Aria was only eight years old and she was abandoned by her parents at a young age. Yet she rose to become one of the greatest protectors of this very nation. The least we can do to honor her memory is to remember the legacy she left behind.”
The students quieted down, though many still exchanged bored glances, sighing in exasperation. Ignoring their indifference, the professor turned to the chalkboard, beginning to write.
“As you all know, Hero Aria was a commoner, and a slave at that, before she rose to prominence. She wasn’t born into privilege, like the previous heroes. She started at the bottom, enduring unimaginable hardships. Her rise to fame didn’t happen overnight.”
The professor paused, turning to face the class. “You think you know her story, but there are pieces of her journey that aren’t in your bedtime stories. Let me share a few of those today.”
Some of the students perked up slightly, intrigued by the promise of lesser-known tales.
“In fact, did you know that this very Royal Academy was once Fort Kespare, the same fort where Hero Aria spent much of her life as a slave?” the professor announced.
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The students groaned again, clearly unimpressed. They’d heard this fact before, likely more times than they could count. Still, the professor continued, undeterred, as he wrote on the chalkboard.
“Hero Aria wasn’t just strong; she was brilliant. She excelled in magic and inventions, and was the mind behind the famous MPA 63, which is now on display in the national museum. Her innovations changed warfare, and her magical knowledge was unmatched.”
He paused, letting the chalk rest for a moment. “Some of you may not know this, but several of the magical formulas still in use today, such as the renowned Oxrolad Formula, were actually created by Hero Aria herself. Her contributions led to a technological and magical revolution in the Kingdom of Shiena, which eventually transformed into the Republic of Shiena. Her impact on our history cannot be overstated.”
The students, already seeing where this was going, dropped their interest completely as they watched their professor wordshipping Hero Aria. Finally, a student in the front row raised his hand.
“Yes, Mr…”
“Devon, professor. I was just wondering if you could talk about the whole life of Hero Aria. We only learned about the major achievements and battles, but I would like to know about everything about her life.”
“That’s the spirit!” The professor cried out as he opened his file which revealed a thick stack of worksheets.
“Since the textbook we know only has a few details, I personally printed this to show you.”
For a few minutes, the classroom was filled with sounds of paper flipping as each student got worksheets that rivaled their own history textbook.
“Now, open the page to 2. We would start to learn about how everything started, Operation Iron Thrust, which is the night raid suggested by Hero Aria.”
“But professor.” A student in the back row raised her hand. “Aren’t we going to learn about her childhood like the other heroes?”
“Didn’t you listen to what I had said? Hero Aria was a slave before being made into a soldier. Thus, there isn’t really much information about her childhood. Hero Aria was too young back then, so everybody thought she didn’t have any memories. Some researchers had just made up some stories about her childhood, but we would be only learning facts in this class.”
“You’re always like this, Professor Cedric.” A girl sighed as she started to listen to the professor's class.