Body First Class

I went back by to my dorm and grabbed a pie at the banquet hall and left to be alone in my small room to sit in my melancholy. I had underestimated my fellow students and this place and overestimated myself. Although the other students struggled with the water like I did many of them got it into the snout of the container and a couple of droplets into the container. I couldn’t. The other students were all convincing in the gift, they have all been born of nobility and expectation. Many of them have been preparing their whole life with this knowledge and hope. Jann and Elena were the children of the strongest in the gift in Midland, the King, even if they were arrogant and smug, they could prove their power.

I woke up the next day and went to room 3. There were soft velvet chairs gathered in a circle. Again, the two instructors told us to begin.

Again Hera and I embraced on the chair. Still, Elena was by herself pleasuring herself on her chair. Jann had a different girl this time, violently shoving his dick into her asshole not caring if she reached the aether or not. I dug into her and spasmed and shot my load into her cunt. The others in the room were quickly doing the same.

After our preparation, we left the room through an iron door and descended a stairway. In a sewer-like hallway of stone and concrete system, we stared in horror. There were bodies all around us. They were shackled down on slabs stone. There was old men **** feeding them gruel and cleaning their undersides and body.

One of our students spoke, “Who are these wretched souls?

One of our instructor adepts spoke, “These? Convicted men. Deserters, rapists, mass murderers, wicked men. This one right here I believed was found in his house with piles of missing town’s children bones in a stew pot. Do not concern yourself about their welfare. These men deserve far worse fates.”

“Is it contagious? Whatever they have?” A scared girl said.

“No, it is the bite of the willow snake they suffer. Only the snake’s bite can harm you. It’s a slow poison and curse that eats their body. We can keep them alive like this for a week until they suffocate slowly. Again, I ask you not to spare any compassion for these men. They are scum.”

“But do any men deserve this, even monsters?” I thought to look at the writhing bodies laid before us. I inspected one man in front of me. He stared up not looking at anything in particular. His eyes clouded with white fog. His nose was falling apart. His skin had red rashes that covered sporadically throughout his body. His lips were cracked and dry. His nails and fingers were blackened. It smelled of **** and decay. Some of the students vomited, I felt like I had to do the same.

“You each will be assigned one. He will be your project. Like we said before, like this we can only keep him alive for one week. It is up to you to keep him alive until the end of the semesters and start of your exam. To do that you will need a mastery of the body. In this, we can afford you little training. It is up to you to figure out how to keep him alive. Begin”

We drew lots assigned to each prisoner. Unfortunately, I was awarded a sickly old man who looked like he would be on ****’s door regardless of the poison that was now entering his body. He had a bald head and greying hair and many lines on his face. He was thin, sickly thin. Rash and decaying skin and hairs removed from being a complete skeleton.

I looked around, and all the others were afraid of even going near their ward. I looked down at him, and he had the resigned expression of a man who accepted his fate, not making a sound though no doubt the pain was eating him alive. I reached my hands toward his chest, and my power surged through me, spirals of light energy came circled my arm and into his chest. I reached inside to his spirit. I could see the poison clouding his blood and constricting his lungs and heart. I tried my best to cleanse it, but it felt like wiping away at oil on a pot of boiling water.

The poison was going to suffocate him well before the promised week the instructor gave us. I felt exhausted. The healing drained me. The aether drifted away as I worked on him for nearly half a bell, tracing his veins and sweeping his system for the poison. I funneled the poison with my energy into his bladder. The next time he would relieve himself it would expel from his system.

I sighed. This was the best I could do for now until my next session with him. I looked around, and Jann was arguing with the instructor, “Why do we have to heal these vermin?”

Jann and Elena had both young men, barely in their thirties and they looked the most vibrant out of these sorry lot. I grimaced, “No, I can’t blame anything. If I am to become Wizard King, I could heal anything. I won’t worry about anyone else.” In my dreams, the King had healed multiple curses and thousands of men easily that would make all this seem like a picnic.

We all left there after the class wanting desperately with an urge to bathe ourselves while the attendants of the place started feeding more of them gruel and washing them and taking away their pans of excrement.