Orientation to Time-Stopping 101

“Dr. Masters certainly made an impression,” Brian thought as he exited the classroom. The questions had full on taken up the rest of the period, and by time it was over, Brian knew he had made the right choice coming here. He couldn’t wait to see what the other two disciplines could do.

Up next was time-stopping orientation according to the schedule on his phone, so Brian began to make his way to the listed classroom. As he walked through the campus, he couldn’t help but smirk. Save for the size of the school, you could never guess what was going on inside its walls.

Eventually Brian’s arrives to the classroom where his next class was. He recognized that the same students from the mind control orientation where as well. They must have assigned the new class into groups, and this one was his.

Entering the classroom, Brian sees that Professor Watkins was already there at the front, though he did seem busy. Specifically, he was busy fussing with a frozen Latina girl he had standing next to him. She was dressed up in a sexy red dress and matching heels, accentuating her slim figure, and blending well with her tan skin. She had a blank look on her face, her mouth hanging ever so slightly open.

Although he wanted to oogle the frozen girl some more, Professor Watkins took that moment to notice the class had arrived, signaling for everyone to take their seats. Brian would have to make do on appreciating the girl from a distance.

"Welcome, class to the Temporal Arts!" Professor Watkins announced aloud in a booming voice, arms outstretched. “For those who are unacquainted with the vernacular, that means the art of controlling time. More specifically, the art of controlling time for someone else.”

There was some murmuring in the classroom, as several students realized the implications of this.

"This here is Yasmine, she will be our example for todays orientation. Everyone say hi!” professor Watkins said, turning Yasmine around by her waist to face the class. Several students actually gave a greeting, though it was half hearted.

As you can see, she is already frozen in time. To freeze someone completely is a rather simple spell. All you have to do is to say the words: Ersus Timdamun, while concentrating on a target. Then with the correct follow up enchantment, any girl frozen will be forgotten by society as long as they remain that way. To unfreeze a girl, you must do the same and say: Ersus Untimdamun.”

Yasmine suddenly blinked her eyes before looking around the classroom. "Um, where am I?" she asked Watkins.

"Doesn't matter right now. What year is it?"

"Um, well," Yasmine thought for a minute. "It's, ah, 2009?"

"Incorrect. Ersus Timdamun!"

Yasmine froze again.

"See everyone, Yasmine has been time-stopped since 2009, and has remained as young as she was then 16 years ago. She was 19 when I originally froze her, and hasn't aged a day since then.

Professor Watkins stepped back, letting the gravity of his demonstration sink in as the students exchanged wide-eyed glances. Brian couldn’t help but stare at Yasmine, his curiosity mixing with fascination. The fact that this girl had been frozen for over a decade, locked in time without awareness, was as thrilling as it was unsettling.

"Now," Watkins continued, clapping his hands together, "while the freezing spell itself is simple, true mastery of Temporal Arts lies in control. Freezing someone is one thing, but manipulating their perception of time, altering moments, or even reversing brief sequences takes finesse—and discipline."

He began pacing the front of the classroom, gesturing as he spoke. "Time is an unforgiving mistress, and meddling with it carelessly can have... complications. But, when handled properly, the rewards are unparalleled."

Brian noticed a few students leaning forward in their seats, hanging onto every word. He couldn’t blame them—this was the kind of power people only dreamed about. Watkins stopped pacing and pointed to Yasmine.

"For our first exercise, I will allow each of you a chance to practice freezing and unfreezing Yasmine. Now, I expect professionalism, so as a warning for those who read ahead, only the commands I’ve taught you will be permitted. Do not attempt to manipulate her further; you're not ready for that, no mater what you think of your own skills."

The professor pointed to a line on the floor in front of Yasmine, marking a boundary. "One at a time, step up to the line, focus on her, and say the spell."

Brian’s heart raced as he realized that unlike mind control class, he’d actually get a chance to participate. One by one, the students approached the line. Some stammered their way through the incantation, causing the spell to fizzle out harmlessly. Others succeeded, freezing and unfreezing Yasmine in quick succession, while Professor Watkins critiqued their form and focus.

Soon, it was Brian’s turn. Standing there, he focused on Yasmine—on her still form, the slight part of her lips, and the way her dress hugged her body.

"Ersus Untimdamun," Brian commanded. Yasmine blinked, her lips moving slightly as if she had been mid-breath.

"Where... who are you? What’s going on?" she asked, looking confused. The sight she was seeing must be awfully confusing for her.

"Ersus Timdamun," Brian said clearly, feeling a faint ripple in the air as the words left his mouth. Yasmine froze instantly once again, her eyes locking into a glassy, vacant stare. Brian felt a jolt of exhilaration run through him. He had done it. He had actually frozen someone.

Brian returned to his seat, his mind buzzing with excitement. The ability to stop time, even for just one person—it felt intoxicating.

"Very good, class," Watkins announced once everyone had taken their turn. "This concludes our introduction to the Temporal Arts. For your next session, we will delve deeper into selective time manipulation—pausing certain actions while letting others continue. Until then, study the incantations in your book, and prepare your minds. Dismissed!"

As the students began to gather their things, Brian couldn’t stop glancing at the frozen Yasmine, who was once again being fondled by Professor Watkins. The possibilities raced through his mind, and he couldn't wait for the next lesson.