The Instructor

Chaos was inevitable. I watched them multiply in front of my eyes. My students filed in, one after another in a seemingly endless swarm of teenagers.

As they found seat, some with their friends. While others made new friends, but eventually the disorder became contained. They were all talking and I needed to take charge. I rose from behind my desk. As I walked around to be in front of my student, silence began to fall over the classroom until almost all the talking had faded.

They knew why they were here, and they knew that I did as well.

I was a man of small stature, but they didn’t seem to hold it against me. Any doubts they might have of me would fade the moment I spoke.

I could command armies for all they knew.

“Good morning,” I spoke softly but there was an unmistakable firmness in my voice.

“My name is Ezrii Milstran, and I’ll be your instructor. Take a moment, look around at your fellow classmates. By the end of your time here, some of them will be like family to you. The rest will have left. I will not lie, this will be incredibly difficult but if you succeed, I assure you, it will have been worth it.”