Markus:

Dante was such an interesting boy. He was picked up on a random expedition, nothing out of the ordinary was supposed to happen, yet, during the trip they had come across a swath of farms in ruins with everyone dead. They had rushed down the road only to find a strange monster, the guards who were there called it a demon although no one had seen anything like it before, they had managed to slay it. Saving a young boy just in time. That young boy would be Dante I had asked Anthony about him when I first saw him running around the yard on the first day. I had taken a liking to him when I saw him, someone working hard while also being on time. Not like the other children who had to constantly be told what to do.

The weirdest part about all of it was that when I had asked Anthony he had told me that Dante seemed just like the rest of them if not even worse. Anthony said that at first, he had been uncooperative and whiny not making any move to do anything himself. Yet when the day had started he was the first there and was willing to start immediately he also wasn’t stupid and could figure things out on his own, and he wanted to do right not just to do the job. He was genuinely interested in making sure everything was packed well taking it seriously and realizing that it truly did mean life of death. I had intentionally done a few things sloppy to see if he was paying attention and see what quality control he had and every time he was able to check everything and not make mistakes, he wasn’t willing to do a bad job and would do it again and again to get it to a satisfactory level. Although he finished things very weirdly sometimes, he would be done at an incredible pace while other times he would take ages to do quick tasks, it was strange almost as if something was affecting the way he could do certain tasks. On top of that he wasn’t burned out which was maybe the most surprising, I had seen lots of boys start our like him and would work hard and fill out their day completely almost all of them burned out within the first week and gave up doing anything extra some of them kept with it for maybe a month then gave up. Less still stayed with the schedule for the whole year. Those that did however had some amazing opportunities waiting for them. It was worthwhile but it was harder than it looked I was curious how long Dante could last.

Remi:

I liked Dante I had Trained some students before, and that had turned out poorly, they would never follow my advice or would quit after a day or two. I never really expected much from Dante. I had only agreed as a favor for Markus and because I had been in a good mood at the time, later that day I regretted agreeing. But when I saw him today with a look of pure expectation on his face I thought maybe, just maybe he might stick with it. I also thought it was a little cute that he complained to me so earnestly about being sore and begged me for a solution. He also happily told me about how he had eaten tons of food throughout the day as I suggested. It all goes to say that I was happy to have someone who seemed enthusiastic about my hobby as well as who listened to my directions so closely. Although I wouldn’t get my hopes up. When we arrived at the gym I showed him how to do pullups, rows, and deadlifts. And while he did his exercises I did mine, it was easy enough to work out later although it might not seem like it. It was always nice to work out with somebody.

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When we were done we talked a little about resting more, that was one thing that he had to do better with. He was not getting enough sleep. Hoping I had convinced him he left to go to dinner and whatever else he did. He hadn’t gotten to that part in explaining his day yet.

Mr. Hislop:

Dante had seemed enthusiastic which I appreciated. All of the students thought that I could never hear them. They all somehow thought that I was deaf even though I had never said anything to imply that. I had heard them talking and his enjoyment of my class, and while I had only taught him a single time I had high hopes for someone with his enthusiasm although only time could tell. Ah, there he is rushing to my class like aways, what does he have that takes so long before he can come to my class? Although I'm glad to see that my class is worth running for. We begin class and I’m surprised to see that he has remembered all of the letters from last time. Even if he seemed enthusiastic about it normally they’re all bark and no bite. But it seems like he practiced. Moving on While the rest of the class is still learning all of the letters I have him and a few others start learning phonics which he seems just as enthused about as he was last class.

Luke: He was interesting I had watched him come in early, late, and on time. I never knew when he was going to be there and he always looked so tired and a little lonely. Although he seemed nice, he always would say hi to me with a smile and it made my day, no one would talk to me and I was really feeling lonely, he seemed like me where no one would talk to him but he didn’t seem to mind and I didn’t know how, I always felt lonely. He also always seemed to be busy improving himself and I didn’t see how he could work this hard I barely was able to get up on time and work the whole day in the kitchen and that was one of the easiest jobs. He was amazing and I had planned to talk to him today but he had left before I could finish doing dishes. I swear that I'll be able to talk to him tomorrow. Then I’d figure out his name and maybe we could be friends, I hadn’t wanted to come here, and from what I had heard neither had he. I wouldn’t say that he was famous but people did talk about him and I was able to hear a lot while doing my job, apparently, he had upset a few people for being the only person to avoid punishment on the first day from their boss because he had been the only one up on time, to me it just seemed like shifting the blame but I wasn’t going to say that. Those same boys who still seemed to hold a grudge also seemed to make jokes about him being illiterate which were completely ignored by him, he was so good at not reacting that it almost made it seem like he wasn’t even hearing them. As I finished dishes for the evening I took off my thick gloves and apron and started walking back to my room, it was a far walk for it all being one building, as I entered my room I collapsed on my bed with a sigh, I really needed to find a way to get more bed padding I was already having trouble staying standing all day long working, but now I was also having trouble sleeping this whole thing was just as bad as I feared. This is why I told my father not to send me to this school but when had he ever listened to me? All he would do was berate me for lounging about all day long. Now I had work, he had told me that if I didn’t graduate then I didn’t need to find a way home and I wouldn’t be surprised if he was completely serious. So with perplexity, I had been sent to the monastery to attend school. But due to roads being closed due to bandits I had arrived late, just my luck, leaving me working as a kitchen apprentice for the entire next year. Great just great, I cursed my luck for the dozenth time in the past week as I drifted off to sleep.