CRTL Clear-Chapter 1
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"Students of Beacon Academy, my name is Harold Knight and I am the headmaster of this school.I am not here to waste anybody's time therefore I will not give the long and dull speech that most of your previous Academies are accustomed to giving on the first day of class. I will simply say each have your own talents and weaknesses. But do not let your weaknesses define you. Use your talents and training to overcome those weaknesses. There may be times that this will be difficult. But remember that I have faith in all of you."
This was my first memory of Beacon. The headmaster's firm but caring voice urging us to improve ourselves. After this brief speech my fellow first year students and I were instructed to immediately go to the dining room to eat and then to the gymnsium to sleep before our teams were assigned to us. These instructions may have seemed simple, but I was about to learn that this school had students that, like me, were far from average.
But before I continue, let me just explain who I am. My name is Cordelia Bellamy and I am training to become a Huntress. I was just a slightly above average student in the training school I attended before now, but I was somehow still granted admission to Beacon. I was hoping that this first day would be a simple one, but it ended up being incredibly interesting. And it all started with a piece of rotton fruit.
As I was walking out of the dining hall I saw what appeared to be a student raising their arm while glancing at me. I didnt think much of it at first but then I noticed what looked like an apple in his hand. And he was about to throw it straight at me! I started to brace for impact and for a minute, I thought my life was going to flash right before my eyes. But nothing happened. And then I started to hear a loud voice.
"Gods dammit you prick! First you throw trash at my brother in his new vest, and now you throw more at someone else?"
I opened my eyes and saw a tall student with a short beard and a large hat. But that was not the first thing I noticed. What I saw first was the hatchet he had in his hand and the apple halves on the ground. He looked back at me and said something that I would not have expected from his prior outburst.
"Are you alright?"
I nodded my head and he gives me a little half smile. Then he turns and runs at the other student and drives his fist right into the wannabe sports star's gut. He then sits down on a bench that was close to him, as other students run away. A few teachers come running out and take the boy with the hat away. I decided to just head to the gym, sleep, and hopefully find the hat man later to thank him. This all would happen sooner then I would expect. And in a much more dangerous way.
Chapter 1
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