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Kelsea Charlotte Gainesmith. John and Chris had to remember her name. She was quite beautiful, and at the same age as them, too. Rielle was a year younger. She had long black hair, deep, round eyes, fair skin tone and her smile is very intriguing.

"Well, she is my big sister." Rielle was smiling as they talked around the camp fire to relax, and let Kelsea catch up to whatever happened to Rielle while she was away.

Chris laughed. "I hardly see any resemblance at all."

"Well", Kelsea countered, "I treat her as my little sister. I am her mentor on the field of knowledge. In short, I am her tutor."

"Yup!" Rielle supported, "She teaches me in every subject according to the curriculum made by the Arcean Ministry of Education."

"If I remember, it included 12 subjects in music, right?" John was still aloof asking her.

"Why, yes. Twelve subjects in music. she's up to her eleventh subject in that field right now." Kelsea replied. "But I'm a bit perplexed, I may say."

"Why?"

"The Education system that involves the requirement of finishing that twelve subjects is found only in one curriculum."

John tried to dig in to the things he knew before again. Oh no, he thought. I'm dead.

"And apparently, that curriculum is given to the nobles or the royalties only. The common people are not allowed to know even just the prospectus of that curriculum, a thing that I hate about the education system of Arcea and the system that Rielle wants to replace with a better one once she has the power to. Now I'm wondering as to why you know this." Kelsea then smiled.

Chris stared at John, shocked. He knew well that John has been keeping it a secret for a long time already. John, lost for words. Rielle, intent to listen and eager to know.

"Excuse me", and John walked away from the campfire and entered his tent. He was asking himself again why he had to keep it a secret.

Suddenly, he heard music from outside the tent. She heard a light, angelic soprano voice singing from where the campfire was. It soothed him, relaxed him. The voice was familiar. He remembered it. Someone sung it to him the night before he escaped the royal life. And as it made him cry before, it made him cry again as he listened to it.

It was Rielle's voice.

Tears rolled down his face as he lay down his tent, reflecting and remembering everything they've been through.




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