On the brink of the next morning, the 15th day of the exam which marked the halfway point, the three woke up early from their sleep, even before the sun had shown itself. It was pitch black outside, but they wanted to make sure their plan succeeded.
With haste, they made their way to the base camp of the other boys that had ransacked them yesterday and began waiting. They chowed down on his meat jerky as they waited, and before they knew it, the tent's below them started to rustle.
'They wake up early too huh? Too bad, we decided to wake up much earlier.' Lyrian laughed in his mind.
Out of the three tents, the first to come out was a boy wearing a leather vest with feathers on it. As he got prepared, he adorned himself with a bow and a quiver full of arrows.
The second one wore a green robe, with long brown hair, and wielded a staff of magic. He also wore glasses and looked to be the brains of the group.
