GLITCH

Huh?

"Good morning, class."

"Good morning, sir."

Huh?

Why am I here?

I thought I'm in battle?

"Okay, you've got five more minutes before I'll check your papers."

"Yes sir."

Mmm? I seem to remember this time. There's a caricature of a newspaper being given to us to evaluate.

It's the first week of school, and some of our teachers already gave us tedious activities before giving us the lessons. I don't exactly know why but...

"Let's see here... 'The artist conveys the problem of the public: publicizing before treatment. The girl who needs help was instead observed at a distance first instead of being helped. The probable theme of this artwork is the false priorities set by man. I was in this kind of situation, I would probably dash in and help the girl instead of just looking at her when I have the capabilities to aid her needs, like treating her wounds. Yes. It could be linked as one, but not that close. Religion and religious people tell us that people tend to forget how it means to be human. It could either be abstract or realistic. The reason is that it depicted people getting their priorities scrambled or abstract and that it's what's happening in this modern era, in other words, realistic. I'll explain this artwork as a piece of art that could make someone do a second thought of their priorities, and this could awaken them to set priorities straight. I think that this artwork is splendid, while it gave a lesson to make me a better version of myself. I feel blessed to see this artwork and change my perspectives as a human being'. I think this would do it."

"Okay class, there's this..."

Eh? Why am I in a different place?

I was just in the classroom just now.

The scenery changed, and it's all white from all sides. And yet nobody noticed something weird is happening.

Is this some kind of a dream?

I need to wake up!

But how?

While I'm having that anxiety attack, I kept on writing as if I'm going on with the flow.

It's our Humanities period, and we ought to answer some questions and even create our artwork.

Test A.

1. Humanities is a branch of knowledge that concerns themselves with human beings and their culture or with analytic and critical methods of inquiry derived from an appreciation of human values and of the ability of the human soul to express itself. This is more focused on giving expression that gradually affects the psyche of anyone, rather than exposing facts as Science does.

2. Studying Humanities will improve my way of communicating with another person as a Communication Arts student. Of course, talking is the art of expressing one's feelings verbally. With that, studying Humanities would improve my perception skills which are crucial for me to read the mood and set my speech to a level that is more or less the same with the listener.

Test B.

This is roughly the concept I could ever think of if it's about Humanities. While Science pours you scientific facts, Humanities regularly patches your character like a jigsaw puzzle. Literature is linked because various literary works serve as inspiration to a person by touching the emotions and giving valuable lessons. History is in since it is the historical background of a community that explains the society's root personality. Lastly, philosophy is included because all teachings and lessons that make sense are technically philosophical, which could alter a person's way of thinking.

Lesson #1

1. My art is the asymmetrical personality of a human being. The ears are drawn at the top left and right part of the template with the eyes below each of them to show that people tend to listen to the farce before they could see the truth. The forehead, which is the middle part of both the ears and eyes to signifies how people are often confused about what to believe. The nose is below the forehead, something that signifies that people tend to sniff opportunities and don't mind being clogged with evil dust. The mustache existed so it could help filter that said dust, but in the end, it's not helping at all, as the people themselves ought to dive deeper into the abyss. The beard was drawn on the lowermost left part of the drawing. This is one's perseverance negatively. The stressful sweat of life was stored within a person which will eventually blow up and ends up with a person's disruption. Lastly, the mouth existed to spread the gossips, which is most absurd.

2. As I perceived from his quote, I could say that the artist mentioned is a person who painted his/her life. Someone of course would paint their lives with one color at first before being stained with the colors of their surroundings. The artist could either scrape it up or just leave it be. As the artist is working on his/her sole masterpiece, he/she slowly but surely beautifies the texture of the work, or not. The artist is initially who doesn't know who he/she was before everything goes smoothly or roughly after few strokes of a brush.

"Are you done now, Rylai?"

"Fueh?"

This time, I'm the only one left. There's no class, no classmates, and no instructor. Even my pen and paper was gone.

I'm indeed alone.

—or not. My Mantle is in front of me, copied my physical appearance but she's in that form wherein some strands of her hair became purple and silver flakes came falling from it.

"Have you noticed anything from it?"

"The similarity of those two?"

"You're sharp as always. Yes. I'm talking about it."

She walks away while she kept on talking.

"You're still human, and even though we already merged as one, you still have your credo set as a pacifist, even though you already crossed the line multiple times already."

"Well, you can't blame me."

"Of course I can. That's the reason why I need to swap your personality or at least merge some of mine to change tactics. You right now are fighting against a Glitch that could kill you if you're not careful. I have to take some measures, or I'll vanish along with your death. Now, just continue the class stuff or whatever this room I made for you is. And perhaps, you'll change your perspective. If you do, perhaps I'll give you full control of yourself."

The other me vanished, leaving me isolated in this space.

"But how...?"

•••

I, Nexus Vanguard, finally got inside the Fallen Crystal of my beloved. However, I can't manifest my body inside. My consciousness is perhaps the only one that was able to pierce within this dense power of evil.

Now, if I'm correct, that girl should be around here—

"Do you seek help, young lass?"

"Huh? Wait, a voice inside my head... Who is this?"

"If you know Licht's identity as a Fallen, I think you knew what I am."

"Which side are you on?"

"Of course I'm on her side. In a roundabout manner, I'm on your side. For now, let me help you just this once. I can't help any further."

"What kind of help?"

"I'll forcefully make it to its third form. It'll be a difficult battle, but I think you'll—"

"No."

"Pardon?"

"I'll kill this one in my way. Please don't interfere for now."

"I am Death, and I'll crush anyone and anything that dared to cross my path."

Is this child's personality changes if she's in battle?