Davor Short Stories
Lessons From the Void

Northern Jungle
Eastern Akil sphere of influence- Zeta Dome

	High above the trees within a crystalline dome supported by thick jagged spires of glowing  blue spires of the same kind of crystal sat a bunch of cat and rabbit like children in what looked like a classroom. Outside the walls the jungle raged, alive with the sounds of predators shuffling through the grass, trees shifting through the grass and a light rain falling on the already soaked ground. Some of the children were looking outside, faces practically glued to the transparent parts of the room, as they were transfixed by what they saw, their third eyes buzzing with power as they glowed various colors. It was then that a very stern looking female cat lady, eyes seemingly empty of any emotion as her tall, commanding form with gray fur, strode into the room. She wore a practical straight laced white suit with no creases or wrinkles, the only accessory a vibrant purple pin bearing the sigial of the Akil tribe, which was a caricature of a mountain with a closed eye floating high above it.

	“ATTENTION!” she yelled across the room, her voice like a drill sergeants. “CLASS IS IN SESSION!” Almost immediately every child stiffened and quietly went to their desks, all except one, a cat girl wearing a loose blue and white dress with various stitched adornments including a tree, a heart and most importantly, a single eye that was fully open, her third eye darting back and fourth as a pure white aura surrounded it. The teacher’s eyes narrowed in contempt at this kid as she strode toward her, her footsteps making loud THOOMS as she approached. 

	“Merikh…” She said in calm yet clearly barely contained hostile tone. “What have I told you many… MANY… times by now?” Merika felt a chill go down her spine as she slowly peeled herself away from the window and toward the tall commanding women looking down at her.

	“The…” her voice quivered in fear as she tried to get the words out. “The outside world is dangerous… I’ll go back to my desk now Mrs Zirlam…” 

	“Good.” Mrs Zirlarm responded, a cruel smirk crossing her face as she watched the sparks of wonder fade from the kids eyes. Once she saw everyone was sitting down, albeit with nervous looks and clearly terrified fidgeting, she turned to the blackboard, a crystalline device that resembled chalk in hand.