Hi, everyone! Here's today's chapter:

September 1, 170 A.E.

Entry #8

Today was the first day of school. Wingdin, Cortisia, Toriel and I walked to the village schoolhouse. Wingdin said that the weather is better now that the hail season is over, so school is starting, but it feels even colder than before.

I suppose because skeletons don't feel the cold as much, this would be better than hail season. Wingdin and Cortisia went out with only thin jackets while Toriel and I had to bundle up in all the coats we brought. (Okay, it was only a few coats but it was still more layers than I have ever worn before.)

The teacher for our grade is a skeleton called Miss Helvetica. She seems really kind. She brought us all cookies for the first day of school and we played games all day.

"I understand that most of you in this class have known each other since you were very little," she said after she introduced herself, "and normally I won't bother with making everyone introduce themselves. This year, however, we will introduce ourselves as we have two visitors in our village and they will be going to school with you for their stay."

Everyone in the class turned to us. Toriel's face was red. I am sure that mine was redder. The kids have been staring at us since we came in. Toriel and I were both dressed in much thicker layers than all of them, and we obviously weren't skeletons. Of course we would look strange.

"As you know, children," Miss Helvetica said, "the monsters in the south have gone to war with the humans. This means some of the families there would want to send their children somewhere else to keep safe. This is Toriel, the daughter of the king's advisor." She paused for a moment as the people in the classroom whispered amongst themselves. "And this is Asgore, the prince of the monsters."

The other kids gasped and started whispering again. Miss Helvetica gave us an apologetic look.

"Anyway," she said, "I wish to say that I hope you will all be welcoming to Toriel and Asgore as this village is very new to them. I would like you all to take turns introducing yourself. Tell everyone your name and one fact about yourself. Who's first?"

Nobody volunteered. Then Wingdin slowly put up his hand.

"My name is Wingdin Gaster," he said, "and one fact about me is that Toriel and Asgore are living at my house."

The kids all stared at Wingdin incredulously. Miss Helvetica sighed with relief.

"How are you enjoying Toriel and Asgore's company, Wingdin?" she asked.

"Oh, Asgore is a royal pain!" The class groaned. A few people snickered. Toriel burst out laughing. I got the feeling that Wingdin's jokes were not just something that happened at home. "He's so goofy," Wingdin continued, "but we get along pretty well, so I guess I'm chill with it."

"I like Toriel, though," he said, "She actually finds humerus in these jokes."

"What can I say?" Toriel said, giggling, "I tell jokes like a boss."

"Ayyyyy," Wingdin said.

"Ayyyyy," Toriel said.

The rest of the class introduced themselves after that. Miss Helvetica said that since it is the first day of school, we do not have to learn anything for the day. The next two weeks will be dedicated to review and after that we start to learn new things.

Miss Helvetica said that we will also be learning an extra subject this year-combat. She said that since the war has started, we all have to learn how to defend ourselves. Aiphuoxbone is a long way from the fighting, but we still all have to learn combat-just in case.

When we were walking home from school, I asked Toriel, "Why do we have to learn combat? Nothing has really happened since the incident at the Froggit village. Maybe the humans are just going to back off."

Toriel gave me a surprised stare. "Asgore, did your parents not tell you about the other attacks? The humans attacked three more villages before our parents wrote to us. They are teaching combat in school because they want the older kids to join the army. Skeletons have really strong attacks-you know that."

I shook our head. "But kids in school cannot join the army! You have to be at least eighteen to do that."

"Your dad is going to lower the age to fifteen," Toriel said, "He found out that Paz has taken over more villages than he originally thought. My mother told him that we need to increase the size of our armies, so he is going to."

Father never told me about the change in age for the army or about the attacks. Does he think we cannot take the news? I wish Mother and Father would tell me what is going on. Why can they not trust me like Toriel's mother trusts Toriel?

From now on, I'm going to get Toriel to tell me about the war.

~Asgore

Remember, you can't play in lava-it's no fun. You can only die in lava.

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~Pandora