Free Haze of Dusk (A trilogy) by Immer C.H Page B

which basically means never.
    The class burst s into laughter. Ronneto stares at me in dismay. I can see fury in his eyes. I nervously chuckle . He'll get it…I’m the future of this world, right ? Ronneto snatches my arm, and drags me to a corner where I face a blank wall. Right there, with a short rod I write on the wall “I am a fool.” until the class ends. And with that, I break two regulations of Doomsvell rules, thoughtless behavior.
    I’m humiliated by my act. Ramuso makes it worse by inconsiderately laughing at my behavior. I try clarifying the pressure I felt, but the mean brat laughs thoughtlessly. After that embarrassment, the next three classes started smoothly, except that sharing my table with Ramuso causes a bit of dilemma. If he isn’t begging me to pass some of his romantic letters to girls, he’s asking me to give him the answer to everything. Then, the instructors hastily notice, and punished us both for his mistakes. If things continue being this bad, I’m considering moving far away from him. But even if I try to avoid him, Ramuso won’t stop annoying me until I break free, and ask him of his needs.
    Potion class— a great quality, one I have never failed, it’s my best subjective. Thirteen different chemicals are place on our sharing table for two. Ramuso and I are partnered… again. Our goal is to create a potion that will turn anything it comes in contact with the color blue, an assignment I learned in the third grade.
    Potions are significant to our world.  To a healer, it strengthens the healing, and disinfects the body for healing cannot reduce the infection, or it won’t penetrate a profound wound. However, with the perfect potion, a healer's magic becomes lustier, thus, the healing can be exceptional. To a wizard, potions can grant the staff more powers. To a sorcerer, it can give more abilities to conjure elements. Truly, potion is a great matter.  Most of the potions are named b y a letter following a number, the lower the number the weaker the potion is. If the number is high the potion can be rather uncontrolled. The letters on potions usually signify the vessel of the mixture, in order not to disorder the combinations. Because of the letters, we can easily identify the concoction.
    As indicated by the instructor, who gives us very detail instructions, I take in my hands the container E-4-G, a white component of tackiness and pour it in the main glass container. Then, I add to the jar a tad of E-6-H, a rare yellowish potion that grants a combination of a hot-cold-temperature, and produces a natural milky fluid. Last of all, I use AR-77; this is what makes the mixture the color blue, still, very little should be used as the smell is repulsive and the color is strong.
    Instructor Gensia, a short dark curly hair elf walks the classroom staring at our work. When she comes across our mixture she gleams a delighted smile. I exhale thankfully. Finally, I’m loved by my instructors again. “Hey, that’s not done yet. The color doesn’t seem right,” Ramuso complains as I stir. I sneer. What would he know? Poor thing is lost in his studies. His low level doesn’t even reach a fifth-grade scholar.
    “The color will soon arrive. Just a bit more stirring.” I assure him. He makes a face, and unhappily shakes his head. He checks the potions on the table, acting or thinking he is clever. His childish behavior makes me chuckle. “This is it!” hyperactive Ramuso takes AR-77 and S-100-T, a green container that is highly dangerous containing an explosive heat. In a haste, without any warning, he throws both full containers inside the mixture.
    “NOO!” I holler a cry, traumatize by his dim act, but it’s too late. The main container rises with foamy green slime bursting on us all, and with the explosion comes out a repulsive stench that makes us all sick to our stomach. The girls in the room scream fanatically for the slime crawls onto their bodies as if worms, but nobody is as