Crescent stopped writing and paused. She did not know anything about him except for his name. There was no record on the internet or anything.
So she also knew nothing about him. "Icarus. His name is Icarus."
Lost in her own thoughts, Crescent was already staring at Misty, and for that very reason, she realised that Misty froze for a few moments.
"Have you heard the name before?" Crescent was quick to grab the point.
Misty blinked. She shook her head before nodding. "I mean- yeah but definitely not the same Icarus."
Crescent raised her brow up, not understanding.
Misty said, "My Grandmother used to tell me the tales in my childhood, always continuing with the same story." She spoke with a fond smile. "One of the characters had the same name."
"Ah."
It was just a trip down memory lane. Crescent would only have to wait then, she suppose. If she wanted to know more about him, she could only know from him.
"Never mind, as for the History Researcher, I am sure he won't be an evil." Misty laughed.
"Uh?"
"The Icarus-named character was evil in the tale."
Crescent, for sure, couldn't say if the person would be evil or not.
The night passed, and for the first time in two days, Crescent slept on her bed in the night rather than wandering around.
The next day, diligently the first thing she did in the morning was to go to Professor Smiths' office and submit her thesis. Normally, there were several staff rooms here allocated for the best of their comfort.
However, being the Head of the Department of History, Professor Smith had her own office. It was in one of the two most ancient buildings on the campus. Just not the structure, but even the interior spoke volumes about the rich history.
She walked through the long corridors, with the huge paintings of the historians on both sides of the walls. In the end, she knocked on the wooden door and waited.
After a while, she got the permission to go.
"Well, Crescent, good to see you."
Apart from just being her Professor, there was another strange connection Crescent realised she had with her.
She was Mr Walter's neighbour when they were young. Mr Walter, being almost a decade even younger, was adored a lot by Professor Smith.
Even Mr Walter respected her a lot.
And because they were this close, Professor Smith was the only person in the university to know that she was adopted just a few months back.
Well, at least for now.
"Good morning, Professor Smith."
Professor Smith nodded and asked her to sit. Her entire cabin was a mixture of stone and wooden furnishing. The ceiling was just as stoned as they were built years ago; the same was the case for the pillars. As for the flooring, it was all wooden; the furniture was wooden, giving it a unique glow and radiance.
"How did you like the university so far?"
"It has been good."
Professor Smith raised her chin up to point at the file in her hand. "And I suppose, you are here to submit the thesis?"
"Yes." Crescent extended her hand forward.
Professor Smith took the file and kept it on a table. With a smile, she removed the glasses. "Dear, it's going to be a long commitment. I thought I would tell you once more."
Crescent smiled politely, "I am aware. I need to start it somewhere so if this is what I am finding interesting, I would definitely like to give it a shot."
Oh, just how much she needed that!
Crescent had to pull the strings if she would have to. But for now, she would like to do it by herself.
That's another matter if she would not be selected. In that case, she would have to try something else, but for now, she could only hope to get selected.
Professor Smith stared at her for a few more seconds before she kept her thesis on the other side of the table. There were a few files on her right side but keeping it on the left meant something, right?
Crescent looked up at her with some expectations when Professor Smith spoke again, "I can not promise anything because the last word would be of Icarus."
"I understand."
"See, Crescent, I would be honest with you."
Crescent sat up a little more straight and waited. "I have known Walter since he was just a baby and have grown up watching him become a wonderful man."
Professor Smith got up and went to stand by the windows. "It's one thing that they adopted you, but I feel that both of your parents have made a legacy too hard to carry."
She turned around, "But not impossible."
Crescent could tell where all of this was going. She knew that she had been very lucky to be taken in by them. She had seen the respect they have earned over the years through their kindness and work.
"Now that you are their daughter, I hope you would also be someone who could carry it all forward, their names. Don't let it go to waste."
Crescent suddenly understood. Professor Smith was indirectly wishing to test her. She needed to know if she was even worth giving it a shot or not.
"I won't." Crescent was firm when her determined eyes met Professor Smith's.
She was determined, not only when it came to accomplishing what she wanted but also that at least till she was here and alive, Crescent would do nothing as such that would let others trample over their dignity.
That she had promised herself on the very first day.
"Well, then, I suppose it's time for your next class." A look at the watch and Crescent nodded.
As Crescent was walking through to go to her next class, she realized that the matter from yesterday had not subsided at all.
In fact, it had only grown bigger!
The police cars still raided around and even the university had restricted the entries of anyone from outside.