"You have power over your mind - not outside events. Realize this, and you will find strength." - Marcus Aurelius, Meditations
Memory: The Chariot
A rush of power went through my mind.
Instinct took over.
Crush.
Dominate.
Destroy.
The room was covered in white, with the exception of the front and back, which had a blackboard and bulletin board, respectively. The teacher in front was teaching us about Algebra. She was a short woman, dark brown skin, and extremely nice. Too nice, in my opinion.
"Okay class, who wants to write the answer to this equation?"
The Shadow dodged my blast.
It floated to the left.
Animus!
Get up!
I raised my hand. I computed it, both mentally and on paper. I should be right. I'm sure of it.
"Yes, !̶͎̮͔̫ͧ́͆ͥ̏͟͢ͅ, what is the answer?"
I stood up, went up to the board, and picked up a piece of broken chalk from the chalk ledge.
Animus stood up and rushed.
Dumakulem! BASH!
KILL. DESTROY.
Missed. Damn.
"PERSONA!"
I thought on it. Check and double-check. Don't rush, don't panic. Then solve.
Parenthesis first, then multiply, divide, add, subtract. Combine like terms, I knew how this worked. I wrote my answer and sat back on my chair.
I was confident. I knew I was right.
"DUMAKULEM! GARU!"
Gust of wind.
Shadow unfazed.
New strategy.
Dumakulem.
Garu.
Beneath my feet.
Do it.
"Sorry, Mr. !̶͎̮͔̫ͧ́͆ͥ̏͟͢ͅ, that's the wrong answer," she said after checking it.
What. But I computed it! I even wrote it down!
"Oh. Sorry," I replied.
"Now, who could write down the correct..."
I was half listening there. I didn't want to know the right answer. I was right.
Rise up.
Willpower. Activate.
Ready.
Aim.
Fire.
"GARU!"
AN: I'm late, because fuck college and writer's block. Yes, I know this is short. I call these Memory Chapters: where I show Theo's (read: my personal) memories when he remembers something.
