Jack stood by the window gazing at the sunrise drained with anxiety and he panicked more about having the test.For he knew his dream of going to battle School will never be realistic because deep inside he knew he was nothing compared to the other students.
The morning was cool and birds sang the morning choir and this day was a big day for all students round the world. This day was a day which great commanders round the world will visit Schools and test Students in fighting and brain cracking puzzles,and in the end the best Students will be taken to Battle School in the cities. Going to Battle School doesn't only mean being trained to fight the evil Spirits known as Maronos,but it means something bigger things,it means the stronger you get quicker and actually you do get paid stinky money even when you are retired.
It was half past six in the morning and Jack guessed other children are practicing hard hoping to pass the test while some panicked just like him. Even the Magic were scared of the test ,not because they don't have powerful spells to destroy there opponent,but because the council may match them up with a stupid Shapeshifter or vampire to fight because these beings bodies usually resistant to some spells and no one knows the exact spells they are resistant to because it usually varies from how powerful they are. Werewolves,powerstone users or Weapon users weren't really a big deal,but it becomes a big deal while fighting a Powerstone user who has an imitation ability or fighting one of the beings listed above who is way more stronger than you.
"Jack!,Jack!!,Jack!!!," shouted a fierce voice down the stairs."get down here you bitch!!!." the voice added which was John, Jacks cousin who was 13,the same age as Jack. Unlike Jack ,from the way John shouted you can here the excitement in his voice,ready to "pass the test" as he says .
Jack turned and walked to his bed and knelt on one knee pulling out an old dusty box.He used his mouth to blow off the dust on it and opened it which contained a one dollar note, two naked rusted daggers,a comic book and a small size box which contained a small Blackstone that was given to him by his parents before they went for war and never came back. Jack really didn't know what the stone was.At first he thought it was a power stone,but after a thousand attempts to activate it,it never worked.This made Jack to think it was just a regular stone because its size, shape and colour is really different from other powerstones. He did a couple of times thought of throwing it away but a voice kept warning not to because that was the only other thing his parents left for him apart of the stinky wealth which now his Aunt used only for her self and children. Thankfully Jack was enjoying a scholarship at School for being a genius so that's the only thing that saved him from dropping out of School.
"Where are you fucking ass hole don't make me come up there!!!." John shouted more furious this time,Jack decided to answer his spoilt cousin before he goes savage again and start shooting water blades at him.
"Just a minute, I'll be down there!!!." Jack shouted back at the top of his voice.
"Just don't keep me waiting!!!.",Jack ignored that and took one of the daggers studying its blunt rusted end.
"Well,the dagger's dead." he shrugged placing it back in the box.
"Fuck." he cursed as he saw the School bus stopped at the front of his house through the window. He took a deep breath and opened the door hoping that this day wouldn't go bad as he thought.