I figured out that if I type really fast all the writing on paper would be in word and then I can write straight onto the computer. Makes sense doesn't it? It was the obvious thing to do, but I have no common sense.

Well, 'ere you go.

She turned to the class to see Zidane waving her over to the only spare seat in the class, somehow she got the feeling fate was throwing them together. Lockers next to each other, seats in form next to each other, what was next? Maybe it was a mixture of coincidence and her imagination.

Lindblum High.

She sat down rather hesitantly next to the window.

"Guess you'll be sitting next to me all year, huh? I just hope I don't get forced to sit on my own at the teacher's desk again. I always have to sit on my own. I swear teacher's have it in for me."

Dagger opened her mouth to say something when a voice from the crowd said, "feel sorry for you! Non-stop chatter about that stupid myth. I'm surprised he hasn't gotten bored of it, but there's still hope."

"It's not a myth!" Zidane cried in defence, "Oh by the way this is Emma, Martin, Sam, Rose, Jess, Alex and Amillia." He pointed to the faces in the crowd as each name was said. He had just finished when the bell rang, there was not one person in the room who didn't jump and if they were standing run to their places.

Mrs Bat began the register; whispered conversations could be heard by all but the teacher who was a little bit death. Immediately as the last syllable of the last name was said the noise level grew louder.

"Errm... I've never met another person who believed in the myth, well at least not our age...I was beginning to think I was the only one." Dagger said hesitantly.

"Me neither. There was this one kid, a few years younger but he moved to Alexandria in the middle of the last school year. None of my friends believe in it, especially Emma. Though she's right it does get boring learning what you already know from exactly the same point of view all the time...if that makes sense. I want to find out the truth behind the whole thing, it's frustrating really. Learning the unknown has always been interesting." He grew quiet and there was an awkward silence. Dagger began to feel very self-conscious and felt as if she wasn't allowed to move for fear of making a noise.

"What have you got today?" Zidane suddenly asked.

"Err...Science, History and math. Although I'm pretty sure it's not in that order."

"Can you remember the teachers?" Dagger shook her head and groaned.

"No, and my timetable is back in my locker." She groaned again. Zidane held out his hand and asked for her key. Then he was off out into the corridors leaving her with a handful of names with absolutely no idea which face they belonged to.

He was back within minutes with her diary. "So you've got science with me, and history." Zidane said sitting down, "And math with Jess and Rose. And then lunch-!"

"Can I have quiet to read the messages!" The class watched as the teacher tried and failed to read the written messages on the cards she receives every registration. She really was approaching old age, which she partly blamed on Zidane.

Eventually the bell rang; Zidane took her up many flights of stairs around a corner into the science area. He then led her past a number of doors to the very last one at the end. (That's always the way, isn't it?)

After a very long introduction to the teacher they took their seats to the left side of the board and not as far back as they would like but the class was filling up fast. He told her about the teacher and the class, failing to notice her lack of optimism. The bell rang again and the lesson slowly began, and kept at that pace the entire lesson.

Mr Greenman stood up and began talking about long extinct animals and evolution in an extremely thick foreign accent. (Think Conde pettie, or something)

Daggers mind wandered and she once again like many times before began to sort out what she believed about the legend and what she thought was absolutely impossible. This in turn wandered to how afraid she was leaving Alexandria and starting a new school in Lindblum, the city that had the latest technology and a maze of streets. 'And a maze of school corridors" she mentally added to herself. She laughed to herself at how she had absolutely dreaded this day and how much she was already enjoying it, well apart from this lesson that is.

A shout from Zidane brought her sharply to reality. The class was laughing, Greenman stood fuming, his face was turning purple with rage, he was snarling dangerously like a vicious Rockweiler, and then in an amazingly calm almost cheery voice he said, "That is quite enough, Mr Ryan! There is not one sensible person in this room, it is appalling" (These lines stolen from my most hated teacher at school) He was off absorbed into one of his rants Zidane had told Dagger about. Luckily the bell rang and the class up and left without even being told to get the hell out of the teacher's site.

Five minutes later in history.

"This year you are going to do a project on any historical event, it is your choice. You will present your project in front of your entire year as all year elevens have done before you. The best presentation will then be presented in front of the whole school! Now to complete this task you have a set time depending on how great a task you have chosen. Some may have a month others five; we are even willing to give you a year if you can prove you need it. But your presentation must include all subjects where possible. The headmaster has given me permission to let a maximum of five groups to go out into the world. You will only be allowed out if you have planned your project from start to finish in great detail. And only those who can be trusted." The teacher glanced at Zidane and continued. "Well I guess I have confused you all with all these rules, so lets just say if you want permission to do something then just ask and we will see if it is possible. Now, this project will be conducted in pairs or threes. You have five minutes to get into groups before I put you into groups and figure out what historical event or events you would like to do."

The class stared at her stunned until Zidane said "Sure throw that at us as soon as we enter the room". Everyone snapped to attention and began franticly finding their groups not wanting to be forced into one.

Zidane immediately turned to Dagger and said, "So what should we do?" with a knowing grin on his face.

"The versions of The Legend?" Dagger replied with a grin of her own. "Why not do something we both enjoy?"

The teacher then passed around the plan, explained it then dismissed them with "I will record what you are doing next lesson, as for the rest of the lesson you are dismissed. You may go to the library, the computer rooms or study hall to start planning your project" She turned her back to them to finish marking some year ten coursework as the class ran for the door eager to be free. Zidane led Dagger through the corridors to the far side of the ground floor, the library. It was rather big for a school in a city reigned by technology, but nowhere near as big as Daguerro's (sp?) was supposed to be. They made their way over to a table in a corner, Zidane on passing the librarians empty desk picked up a large empty notepad from the middle of a pile. (An. I'm not sure if librarians usually have notepads on the desk but my one used to have stacks of them, I wouldn't know if they're still there, haven't been to the library in years)

A solitary computer sat near the corner, which Zidane immediately sat at, Dagger was left to search through the books to find the different versions of the myth.

After a while though Zidane joined her saying "I think we should stick to textbooks this site says Zidane was an oglop."

I'm sorry it took me so long! I forgot I was going on holiday, and just my luck Cornwall flooded while I was there, the dog like it though. I might get the next chapter up with this one or I might not. I don't own ff9 (thanks again to Tacofoolio)