A boy named Sue.
That song came to mind when the guy sitting one desk away from me raised his hand. Apparently, he was Nythera-blessed, the goddess of dreams. He had somewhat curly hair and a bobcut that definitely didn't suit him, but there was a calmness about him that made him seem older than he probably was.
"...then Ambly struck God down," he replied.
Mr. Hips rubbed his long beard, then nodded with satisfaction. He was our history teacher, and the man took his subject seriously. He had a bald head, a long robe similar to what most of the teachers here wore, and blue eyes. He looked somewhere in his sixties or seventies, although it was hard to tell.
"That is correct," he said. "Ambly, may her blessing reach all of us, struck the evil down. Then, this whole world was rid of His wretchedness. Good job, my dear student."
"Thank you, sir." Sue sat back in his chair.
"Then, the gods decided to bless us mortals with their powers," Mr. Hips continued. "So no god would die."
