Chapter one The Sorting of the Pupils A tremor runs through the young girl as she steps into the broad daylight. Her features are sharp and pronounced as she becomes seeable; Her long, wavy hair and pale blue eyes seem to shimmer in the light rays. As the Invisibility Will lifts, her brown hair turns pale chestnut in the sun and she looks around at her surroundings. The girl, Rowan, stood just outside a dark forest that had a barely visible small path winding into the darkness. Rowan herself found she was in some sticker mud, and hastily stepped out, peering around for any signs of life. Then, she seemed to realize where she was and began a brisk, purposeful trot toward a small, well-kept building a mile or so away. As she reached the building, Rowan slipped out a small knife from her pocket and pressed it into a slit in the large, six foot oak door. A sm small intake of breath of surprise came from inside, as though the blade startled him. Then, after Rowen had seen a small yellow light come on beside the knife’s entrance, the door opened to reveal a large room. Inside, Rowen looked around for a moment, admiring the brass colored furniture and desk beside another door strait across from where the girl had come in from until a voice behind a computer sitting on the desk made a small thoughtful sound. Sitting at the desk was a man, slightly older than her. He looked up from the document he was typing and stared up at her. Rowen crossed the tile floor and a second later she was in front of the desk, eyes fixed on him. “Name” he said in a cool voice, thick with tension. His unblinking gaze making her slightly nervous, Rowan sucked her upper lip between her teeth and replied back. “Rowen. Here for the Sorting.” He nodded in recognition, but then his head tipped to the side slightly. “Where are the others?” The man asked. Rowen plastered a confused look on her face. “What others?” She asked in pretend confusion. Then her mouth became and smile. “Oh,” she said passively, flipping her hair over her shoulder is a charming way. “They stopped in the forest to have a snack.” This time, her voice held a hint of sarcasm as she finished the sentence. He cleared his throat, not at all phased by her sudden feminism showing through, which he suspected was not seen by most people, and began to talk again, this time in a more normal tone, yet gaining threatening deepness. “Don't play games with me, Rowen.” His voice held such fierceness that Rowan took a small step back. “I know there were others of your year, where are they?!” The dark haired girl, realizing he meant business, let out a small sigh. “Fine.” She said with a huffy grin that quickly slipped into a mysterious frown. “I'll tell you. Remember that storm back over the last summer days?” She kept on talking without letting him answer to see if he remembered the storm or not. “Well, it swept pretty bad in the forest. The storm blew some of the more older trees onto our camp when we were having a meeting in Lucas’s hut. Most of us were killed. There were only ten out of the twenty one non-adults that survived...none of which were in my grade.” At this moment, the loss of her three friends that were in her grade struck her deeply, and she took a deep breath. “Anyway, that's why it's only me.” The young man, his eyebrows creased, seemed to have lost some of his weariness. “Oh,” he said simple. “I'm sorry.” Rowen instantly grew defensive. “I don't want anyone’s pity!” She flashed at him. “And when are you going to let me into the sorting room, whatever your name is?” “No pity,” he said, holding his hands toward her with his palms to Rowen in a okay gesture. “I'll keep that in mind.” Then he looked back at his file ignoring the part about the name. “I will need your group name and your weapons.” “My group is the Ravens.” He looked at her with raised eyebrows. “Weapons?” He said the word like a question, and then he Slid his fingers together. “I know you have at least one.” At this, Rowen looked slightly offended. “My weapons?” She asked. “Don't you trust me not to go around killing people?” He let out an easy laugh, sounding like he did it every day. “Well, I don't actually know you at all, but The Boss made those rules, and nobody goes against the boss unless they want to die a horribly painful death.” With her lips pursed, Rowan reached into her pocket and pulled out the knife she had used for the slit in the door and handed it to him; a look of unhappiness crossed her face as she handed over her only weapon. “Just, keep it safe.” Said Rowen as she walked out the door, getting ready to exit the small waiting room. The man nodded before taking the knife and he put it into a small box that was sitting on his desk. Rowen noticed a second before he snapped it shut that the golden colored box had been empty before he had her knife set ever so carefully into it. On the lid where the engraved words, Raven Group. “Oh,” he said just before she clamped the door shut. “My name is Cal, if you need me.” Rowen paused, looking over her shoulder. “OK.” She said and shut the door, the traces of his stare still piercing her back as she quickly turned to the right where a loud booming voice could be heard. Rowen passed through the hall, the walls were of which a pale brown with one light that seemed to stretch across the auburn colored ceiling. With her brown gaze flickering over the double doors in front of her, she opened them and saw first a man in a bright red polo shirt with black slacks. Wow, She thought to herself as she strode across the smooth floor and into an empty seat beside a young girl her age dressed in all light blue. That is quite a fashion statement. The girl beside Rowen smiled at her. ~I will add more to C1 when I have more time. Very busy w/school, sports, and horses.
The Sorting of the Pupils
A tremor runs through the young girl as she steps into the broad daylight. Her features are sharp and pronounced as she becomes seeable; Her long, wavy hair and pale blue eyes seem to shimmer in the light rays. As the Invisibility Will lifts, her brown hair turns pale chestnut in the sun and she looks around at her surroundings.
The girl, Rowan, stood just outside a dark forest that had a barely visible small path winding into the darkness. Rowan herself found she was in some sticker mud, and hastily stepped out, peering around for any signs of life. Then, she seemed to realize where she was and began a brisk, purposeful trot toward a small, well-kept building a mile or so away.
As she reached the building, Rowan slipped out a small knife from her pocket and pressed it into a slit in the large, six foot oak door. A sm small intake of breath of surprise came from inside, as though the blade startled him. Then, after Rowen had seen a small yellow light come on beside the knife’s entrance, the door opened to reveal a large room.
Inside, Rowen looked around for a moment, admiring the brass colored furniture and desk beside another door strait across from where the girl had come in from until a voice behind a computer sitting on the desk made a small thoughtful sound.
Sitting at the desk was a man, slightly older than her. He looked up from the document he was typing and stared up at her. Rowen crossed the tile floor and a second later she was in front of the desk, eyes fixed on him.
“Name” he said in a cool voice, thick with tension. His unblinking gaze making her slightly nervous, Rowan sucked her upper lip between her teeth and replied back.
“Rowen. Here for the Sorting.” He nodded in recognition, but then his head tipped to the side slightly.
“Where are the others?” The man asked. Rowen plastered a confused look on her face. “What others?” She asked in pretend confusion. Then her mouth became and smile. “Oh,” she said passively, flipping her hair over her shoulder is a charming way. “They stopped in the forest to have a snack.” This time, her voice held a hint of sarcasm as she finished the sentence.
He cleared his throat, not at all phased by her sudden feminism showing through, which he suspected was not seen by most people, and began to talk again, this time in a more normal tone, yet gaining threatening deepness. “Don't play games with me, Rowen.” His voice held such fierceness that Rowan took a small step back. “I know there were others of your year, where are they?!”
The dark haired girl, realizing he meant business, let out a small sigh. “Fine.” She said with a huffy grin that quickly slipped into a mysterious frown. “I'll tell you. Remember that storm back over the last summer days?” She kept on talking without letting him answer to see if he remembered the storm or not. “Well, it swept pretty bad in the forest. The storm blew some of the more older trees onto our camp when we were having a meeting in Lucas’s hut. Most of us were killed. There were only ten out of the twenty one non-adults that survived...none of which were in my grade.” At this moment, the loss of her three friends that were in her grade struck her deeply, and she took a deep breath. “Anyway, that's why it's only me.”
The young man, his eyebrows creased, seemed to have lost some of his weariness. “Oh,” he said simple. “I'm sorry.”
Rowen instantly grew defensive. “I don't want anyone’s pity!” She flashed at him. “And when are you going to let me into the sorting room, whatever your name is?”
“No pity,” he said, holding his hands toward her with his palms to Rowen in a okay gesture. “I'll keep that in mind.” Then he looked back at his file ignoring the part about the name. “I will need your group name and your weapons.”
“My group is the Ravens.”
He looked at her with raised eyebrows. “Weapons?” He said the word like a question, and then he Slid his fingers together. “I know you have at least one.”
At this, Rowen looked slightly offended. “My weapons?” She asked. “Don't you trust me not to go around killing people?”
He let out an easy laugh, sounding like he did it every day. “Well, I don't actually know you at all, but The Boss made those rules, and nobody goes against the boss unless they want to die a horribly painful death.” With her lips pursed, Rowan reached into her pocket and pulled out the knife she had used for the slit in the door and handed it to him; a look of unhappiness crossed her face as she handed over her only weapon. “Just, keep it safe.” Said Rowen as she walked out the door, getting ready to exit the small waiting room. The man nodded before taking the knife and he put it into a small box that was sitting on his desk. Rowen noticed a second before he snapped it shut that the golden colored box had been empty before he had her knife set ever so carefully into it. On the lid where the engraved words, Raven Group.
“Oh,” he said just before she clamped the door shut. “My name is Cal, if you need me.”
Rowen paused, looking over her shoulder. “OK.” She said and shut the door, the traces of his stare still piercing her back as she quickly turned to the right where a loud booming voice could be heard.
Rowen passed through the hall, the walls were of which a pale brown with one light that seemed to stretch across the auburn colored ceiling. With her brown gaze flickering over the double doors in front of her, she opened them and saw first a man in a bright red polo shirt with black slacks. Wow, She thought to herself as she strode across the smooth floor and into an empty seat beside a young girl her age dressed in all light blue. That is quite a fashion statement. The girl beside Rowen smiled at her.
~I will add more to C1 when I have more time. Very busy w/school, sports, and horses.