"When you try me with a sorry mage like Dale, that's the result you going to get." The reporter laughed as cameras panned around him, "So Ben Voll is our National Championship Winner. Did you actually think this was a close match?"

"Hell no. No matter the City, no matter the time, he would have never won." Ben Voll said with a triumph gaze as the refereeledd him to the trophy, a grand column. He picked it up and placed it longways across his forearm.

It was as if time stood still as he cradled the trophy like a baby. Then he raised the trophy above his head with one hand. Thomas Dale, the big loser, was 0-3 against Big Ben Voll.

Days later, Ben was looking at stacks of letters about which school he was going to for the next 2 years of his life. Every school wanted him: Midgar Visionary Academy, Migdar Royal Mage Academy, Elderion High for Mages, Elderion Academy, and Ironwaught Mage College. Everyone wanted him.

He choose and a couple days later infront of an audience, declared, "For the next 2 years of my life," The anticipation was building and School's from all over the region held their breath, "Midgar Royal Mage Academy." He said as photographers took pictures and he stood up holding a Midgar Royal Mage Academy insignia.

...

Ben was 5. Ben was small. Not the beast he was at his national champion game and he was carrying logs, he was punching logs. His hand got splintered, they were red. They were bloodied as he kept punching and punching. His hands became harder, his fist became stronger and faster. He aspired to be a great mage.

Ben would not any hungry, thirst, other people get in this way of his dream. It was his dream and he started by punching wood.