Daughter of Light

Chapter 3: Speak To Me

~Chapter 3~

 Clover

Clover made up her mind to just forget about the incident. But with the memory playing in her mind like a broken tape, she couldn’t forget the whole thing easily. That box was something important to her and it was gone. It was her treasure, the thing she held close to her heart. And the evil she-devil broke it. She tried fixing it but it was already broken so she just dumped it in some random trash can. She promised herself to borrow some art materials from Xandra the next day.

After making a quick stop at Xandra’s classroom during lunch, she made her way to her Latin classroom, making sure she’s not late for her private lessons with Mrs. Mackie.

She opened the door slowly and the teacher motioned her to come in. She quickly sat on one of the front row seats and dumped her bag on the floor.

“It’s a good thing you’re not late again,” Mrs. Mackie told her whilst standing in front of Clover. The girl gulped softly. Right in front of her, was one of the meanest teachers in the school, tutoring her.

“Let’s get started, shall we?” she took out a large thick old book from the cabinet and sat beside Clover. Clover couldn’t help but shift uncomfortably in her seat. If her teacher’s going to make her read, there was no point of taking these private lessons.

Her teacher patted the book, “Don’t worry, Clover. You won’t be reading this book for a while because I’ll have to teach you orally. In a few days or so, you’ll be taking a short reading session from this book.”

Clover breathed a sigh of relief. As long as she wasn’t going to read or write anything, it was fine by her. Though, the book seemed to intrigue her. From the corner of her eye, she could read some markings:

Γρεεκ Μυτηολογυ, it read.

Greek Mythology. The weird thing is, Clover understood what the symbols or markings meant even though she hasn’t encountered those until now. She was able to read it without her dyslexia being a pain to her.

“I thought the lessons were about the Roman Empire, or something,” Clover realized, “why does the book say ‘Greek mythology’?”

A smile crept up her teacher’s face, as if she knew something about that that her student doesn’t. Mrs. Mackie said, “You speak Greek, Clover?”

Clover didn’t know how to respond to this. She just read it without thinking, like she knew the language all her life.

“I just…somehow knew,” she said with full honesty. Mrs. Mackie didn’t act surprised or confused at all. In fact, she looked like she was expecting this from Clover.

“Now for your question,” the teacher said, “I was thinking of teaching you about Greek Mythology. About the gods, the heroes, the myths and also the creatures.”

“Why?” Clover asked further.

There came that smile on Mrs. Mackie’s face again, “Trust me, Clover. You’ll need it very much.”

Her student just nodded. She had no clue what was her teacher talking about or why she acted so nice and different to her.

“So,” Mrs. Mackie began, “Do you know about the Big Three?”

Clover shook her head then her teacher explained, “The Big three is the three main gods: Zeus, the king of the gods and ruler of the sky, Poseidon, the god of the sea and Hades, the god of the Underworld. They are three of the sons of Kronos, a titan, Zeus being the eldest…”