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Chapter 1: Social Studies
Fizban walked into her second class of the day feeling a little confused. Her last class had been a little wired… not just because it was Math, but also because she had discovered that her classmates had included two Live Ones and a cleric of Mikshal, Silvermoon or something like that, she couldn't remember exactly. The Live Ones didn't even have names. Apparently Raistlin hadn't felt very creative when making them, and had given them registration-number-type-things. And speaking of Raistlin…
"Hi!" Fizban said, standing in the back of the classroom next to the bad-tempered mage. "What's up, Raist?"
Raistlin's eyes widened in shock. "Uhh…"he said nervously, "H…Hello Old One."
I wonder why he looks so awkward, Fizban thought. Probably because of the whole 'becoming a god' thing. Poor guy… or should I say girl. For Raistlin, Fizban noted happily, had evidently suffered the injustice of having his gender messed around with, too. Her white hair was now back-length and a darker shade of brown than Fizban's, with normal not-golden skin and blue eyes. Her pupils were still hourglass-shaped, though. Raistlin stood at about 5'4", a few inches taller than Fiz, and wore a long-sleeved black turtleneck and a black skirt almost touching the floor.
"So what's your schedule?" Fizban grabbed Raistlin's schedule and caught her off-guard, causing all the poor Master of Past and Present's books to tumble out of her arms and all over the floor. Cursing, Raistlin bent to pick up her books while Fizban stared dumfoundedly at Raistlin's fourth period. "Raistlin…you're taking Chorus?"
"Shut up!" Raistlin snarled, snatching her schedule back.
"Wow Raist, I've never seen you turn bright red before…" Fizban said gleefully, "Are you… blushing?"
"You could replace Tas," Raistlin muttered, glaring her Evil Raisty Glare®. Fizban laughed maniacally.
"Settle down, class!" said an overly bubbly-peppy elderly woman from the front of the room. "Now, we have two new students in school today! Isn't that just wonderful? Now, you, dear-" she pointed to Raistlin-"why don't you come to the front of the class and introduce yourself?" With one last glare at Fiz, Raist walked slowly to the front of the room.
"Hello," she said quietly, glaring at each and every student in the room individually, "My name is Raistlin Majere, and right now I can see you all dying. One day, I will become a god and you will all worship me." She gave the class a sardonic Raisty smile, and bowed. "Thank you."
The class was silent for a moment before the woman, who Fizban finally recognized as the teacher, spoke. "Well! Erm… that was a very, er… interesting speech, Miss Majere. Why don't you, erm… take one of the empty seats at the back of the class, then…" Raistlin nodded slowly, and walked to the seat the teacher had indicated. "Okay, then! Now, class, meet our next new student, umm… sweetie," she said to Fizban, "would you mind pronouncing your name for me?"
"Fizban," said Fizban.
"Okay-I'm sorry, what was that?"
"Fizban!" she said loudly. "F-I-Z-B-A-N!"
The teacher stared at her. At the back of the class, Raistlin started to giggle, and then immediately bit on her notebook to muffle the sound.
"I'll just come to the front of the class and introduce myself, then, shall I?" Fizban said, because the teacher didn't seem to know what to do next. Mrs. Teacher nodded weakly, and everyone's favorite senile god skipped happily to the front of the classroom. "Hi! My name is Fizban, although some people call me Paladine the god of goodness. I have a sister, Tahkisis the goddess of evilness and a brother, Gilean the god of neutralness. I also have a son, Solinari the god of light magic, and a niece and nephew, Lunitari and Nutari, the gods of neutral and black magic. I've also lost my hat, and I miss it very much so if you see it, please give it back to me," she bowed. "Thank you."
