How are things going Asheron?
Remember when I said I hoped I didn't fail my math exams?
For some reason, I managed to get 82 % for that one. That one was a surprise. Hehe.
Anyway, the story unfolds!
Therick Sayms scratched his head.
"You say this circle's total surface does NOT equal 3.1413 multiplied by it's radius to the second?"
Therick was intrigued. Like almost every day, he had been performing some complex mathematics on the walls of the town hall. Normally, he either was chased away by guards or laughed at by bypassers. This day, however, something special in his drab life had happened; he had found a contemporary who actually understood what he had written down and who could even go as far as challenge it.
"Of course not. In any case, you would need to multiply the radius with the 3.1415, not 3.1413."
This contemporary was surprisingly young. He estimated her no older then 25, but she talked as a person with the wisdom of decennia.
"Ah yes, agreed. A minor mistake made by my old mind. But still, the results should still be almost the same!"
She ignored his defense and kept on reading his calculations.
"And your radius is all wrong. What did you use to calculate it?"
"Euclides." he grumbled.
She looked at him frowning.
"Euclides?"
"Yes, you just draw a triangle over here, with known lengths x and y, then continue to calculate..."
She shaked her head. Therick suddenly noticed something peculiar. Her hair was white, but not just any white. It had something pure, something shiny. Intrigueing.
"That doesn't make any sense!"
"Neither does the round earth theory does, but I don't complain about that."
"WHAT?"
The following minutes, Therick and the young woman debatted over the possible forms of earth. The debate was fierce, and a circle of people began to form around them. Therick and the woman launched arguments at eachother and repelled eachother's theories in a clash of rationality and intellect with so much vigor that the very air around them seemed to become charged with energy. After what seemed to be an eternity, the two decided to cease the argument.
"Woman, you truelly intigue me. You speak with wisdom of many years. I shall agree that the earth is not shaped like a cube if..."
"If?..." she asked suspiciously.
"If you tell me your name."
"Oh. My name is Elien Brecken. I'm a scholar here at the Constantinople university."
"Ah. Mine is Therick Samys."
The circle of people around them began to break up when they noticed the arguement had ended.
"Pleased to meet you." he added.
Elien smiled.
The sound of shouts suddenly interrupted their conversation. Now that there was no circle of people anymore, there was nothing to hide the scribbled part of wall on which Therick had written all his mathematic theories of today. The guards had learned the hard way that if they letted Therick get away, they would have to clean the entire wall themselves. And if there was one thing hard to clean, then it was Therick's scribbles.
"GET HIM!"
Therick turned around. Different guardsmen came storming from their posts towards him. He had the feeling they were more angry and determined to catch him than normal.
Elien grinned.
"I see the guard don't like your 'art'."
What will Therick do?
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