Chapter One
The elven princess decided to declare war on the non-martian extraterrestrial, and there was little a lord of time could do, because traveling back would disrupt the space-time continuum, and surely then, all of those centaurs would have perished in the Great Extinction Event of 3024.
Chaos was erupting in Kosuke’s small corner, but he’d become used to tuning them out— at least, most of the time, but today’s session was particularly rowdy.
“That’s impossible! There can’t be dinosaurs on a spaceship!” shouted the shortest boy at the table, Elijah, whose blunt hairline and speckled nose were practically flaring with indignation.
“I am the lord of time, if I wish to go to Cretaceous period and bring back a few pterosaurs to give us an air advantage-”
“You can’t control them! You’re a lord of time, not winged reptiles!”
Benjie crossed his arms, and the frame of a football player forced Elijah to shrink. “I can if the maiden elf casts Speak With Animals.”
“Extinct creatures don’t count!”
“Don’t they? You had no problem flirting with an extinct half-horse last session.”
Elijah’s ears grew pink. “That was her ghost!”
Kosuke didn’t mind their excitable debates. In fact, this hour per day was his favorite. It used to be the most anxiety-inducing— lunchtime required a lot of things of a wallflower. First, you needed to order from the school cafeteria, because home-made lunches suggested to the other students you were poor, or at least weird, especially if it had any unusual or strong smells. Second, you had to sit with someone, because sitting alone calls a lot of attention to the fact that you are sitting alone at those big, round, lunch tables. Third, you can’t ask other people if you can sit with them, because then they would notice that you’re a creep who has no friends.
No, it was better to go completely unnoticed, and that was fine by Kosuke. He liked being the fly on the wall, always watching other people have fun, but not risking his own failure in the process. It was safe, and safe was always good.
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