Ms. Smith didn’t walk into your homeroom, nor did she stride in. She marched in, projecting an aura of fear and discipline.
Ms. Smith was a beautiful woman whose ancestry was obviously from the Indian subcontinent. In another reality, she could have easily been a Bollywood sensation.
But that wasn’t what had your attention riveted on her.
As Ms. Smith made her way to the front of the room, for brief moments, a different image would superimpose itself over Ms. Smith. It was an image of her having six arms, with each arm holding a different style of an edged weapon. The lower half of Ms. Smith in these brief flashes was that of a huge snake.
When Ms. Smith got to the front of the class, she pivoted around and barked out in a no-nonsense tone, “My name is Ms. Smith, I am your substitute teacher, and I will tolerate no shenanigans in my classroom. Are there any questions?”
“Just one,” a melodic voice said from the back of the class. “What are you doing in my spot?”
As one, the class turns to see the most beautiful you’ve ever seen, in real life or on the internet, standing in the doorway. By the muted points on her ears, as well as her attire, you can tell the stranger is a half-elf
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