Amara had black hair that ran just past her shoulders, she had vibrant, beautiful green eyes, and had a slender, beautiful build. She seemed to be in her mid twenties. Trying not to get hung up on her body, Hagan stared at her blankly, let out a shaky breath, then spoke.
"I don't have any money so I can't go to the Academy."
Amara stared at him with a bewildered expression then bursted into laughter. "Your funny." She said whilst still laughing. "Once you've conquered your First Trial, you get free admission into the Academy. Standard procedure so that everyone who could be of use if made of some use. They could join one of the Clans, join the government or simply not join anyone and remain a free agent.
But I'll warn you on some stuff since we're broth from the slums. Your obviously oblivious to most things and I was too. That's how I ended up with this job as a government agent. So, don't tell anyone your Blemish, don't tell them Tier your Class is but you'll most likely have to tell them the Rank. Keep your more powerful Keepsakes hidden and only tell them the weaker or less impressive ones."
Hagan was absorbing everything she said when he remembered that with every Class, came a Blemish. Blemishes were a weakness or limiting factor of a person who received a class, the more powerful the class, the worse the Blemish.
He had received a Tier 3 Flawless Class so he quickly focused and stared intently into nothing. Then words appeared in front of him. He stared at the floating words and read:
Name: …
Class: Tier 3 Flawless
Blemish: You are connected to "…", a Forgotten Lineage. You must discover the secrets of your mysterious connection. You are a solitary person, so you must bear this burden alone. You are condemned to always tell the truth.
'That's why I was hurting when I didn't answer her earlier. But 3 Blemishes is really not good. God, this is gonna be annoying.'
Amara noticed his displeasure and commented saying: "Blemish are that bad, huh?"
Before he could think about what he was saying, he said: "Yea I'm part of a forgo-"
He caught himself and snapped his head toward Amara, she was staring at him with an annoyed expression. "Didn't I just tell you not to tell anyone your Blemishes, gosh dude, might need to slap you to make sure your listening."
"Well we need to head to the Academy, I've got a vehicle outside for us to ride in. Ever rode in a government vehicle before?"
"No."
"Cool, now follow me." They climbed into the car and once they started moving, Amara spoke again.
"Once we get there you will need to fill out a form and put down your address, give your name, age, and then select classes you want to take. For your classes, I'll give u some advice, take a wilderness survival class, the most deadly thing in these Trials is not the monsters, is the wilderness. You'll need to know how to identify edible plants, build a fire, make a tent, and many other things."
Hagan nodded and stared out the window at the passing building and fake trees.
'The air was much better inside the Trial. It wasn't dirty and suffocating'