Well, hello there. This is the first FF I'm actually going to post for others to read, but not the first one I've written. I've already prewritten around 8 chapters, which I'll get to posting later. Schools been hectic, but I'll try to update as much as possible, if anyone actually wants to read this, that is. Reviews would be a confidence booster, but if you don't want to, just enjoy the story.
The Academy
Prolouge
Rain thudded against the glass window pane of the dark room. A slight shadow fell on top of the single, geriatric, wooden table. The four mysterious figures were only visibly present by their silhouettes. A lone chair appeared in front of the adolescent girl, and she sat down.
"She looks too weak," a gruff voice growled.
"So did you at that age. Give her a chance." A melodic voice argued agreeably.
The third man raised his hand for silence. How she knew he was a man, she wasn't sure, but he was a man for certain. He motioned with the raised hand and the chair dropped through a passageway, girl attached.
She landed hard, chair disappearing. A deafening growl erupted through the abyss; A high pitched scream cut through the air.
Alex awoke with a start, sweat dripping down her paled face, stinging her light blue-gray eyes. She fought to catch her breathing, sitting up, running fingers through her matted blonde hair. As she wiped her forehead against her shirt, she drifted back to more nightmares.
BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!
Alex sat up, bleary-eyed and felt around for her cursed alarm clock. She smacked it with vicious force and it fell silent. Rubbing her eyes, she stumbled towards her closet. Her five foot ten inch frame filled the doorway. Broad shoulders and strong arms pushed through her clothes. She dressed in a basic training outfit.
Alex's mind spun as she realized the importance of today. Trainees from Victoria, Orbis and even Ludibrum would arrive in Heneys today. The examinations begun today.
Athena Pierce's house was overflowing with teenage students hoping to snag a job. Out of the thousands of trainees, only four- to six-hundred would be accepted from each job class. There are four basic job classes currently available to trainees.
Grendal the Wizard was the head mage. Young mages could eventually choose three paths. Ice/Lightning wizards and Fire/Poison wizards are the two types of combatant magic. The third choice was a Cleric, or healers.
Personally, Clerics are the only kind of mages I can put up with. Warrior mages are usually too cocky and self-centered
The second occupation of choice is a Thief. The Dark Lord is the thieves' leader, a quiet, skilled man. After becoming a thief, the two job advancements are Assassins and Bandits. The class prides themselves on their speed and accuracy. Thieves get their jobs done swiftly and efficiently.
Archers are the third occupation available. The taskmaster of archers is the sole female boss, and the lady whose lawn is currently being besieged. Archers choose their second job according to which bow they prefer. Those who prefer regular bows become Hunters. The ones who use crossbows become Crossbowmen. It is a choice of speed over power.
And, finally, the Warrior class. The Warrior chieftain is Dances with Balrogs. The second job consists of three types: Pages, Fighters and Spearman. The second job is chosen usually with reference to the third job. Pages get elemental attacks, Spearman receive mob attacks, and Fighters earn the greatest solo skills of all classes. Warriors are strong and tough, but, sadly they lack speed.
After seeing the pack of hormonally enhanced youth, Alex went to run her hand through her hair, a bad habit, to realize she pulled it back to keep the strawberry blonde locks from her eyes. She decided to stay back, not yearning for any injuries from rowdy trainees.
She found shade under a tree and took a seat, beginning her rhythmatic breathing exercises to prepare herself for the test. She inhaled deeply, struggling to clear her mind. A sudden crash disturbed her meditation and she cursed under her breathe, stood up, and went to find the source of her diversion.
