Warning, there are OCs in here. If you don't like them, then don't read it! I DON'T OWN KANE CHRONICALS!

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1. More Trainees. More Chaos.

It was about 8:30 in the morning, almost time to start classes, and it was drizzling. [Carter claims it was pouring, and only a Brit would think its drizzling.] We were all stuffing our faces with breakfast when the doorbell rang. "I got it." I mumbled through a mouthful of pancakes, opening the door.

Three sopping wet teens stood there. "It's wet." the tallest one said. The shortest one face-palmed.

"Thank you, Captain Obvious. Anyway, can we come in?" said the third, who had a sword sticking out of his backpack.

"I'm going to assume you guys are trainees. You can come in." Once they came in, I got a better look at them. The shortest one had long, shaggy hair, which he proceeded to shake like a dog, splattering water all over the room. The tall one took a moment to wipe off his glasses on his camouflage jacket.

"And this is why I hate glasses." he muttered. "Hi, I'm Mike, the strange one with the sword is Rob, and the dwarf over there is Steve." Mike explained.

"I am not a dwarf!" Steve objected. Mike just looked down at him. "Point taken." Steve acknowledged.

"And how am I strange?" Rob asked, polishing his sword. Mike attempted to hide behind Rob.

"Oh, knock it off." I interrupted. "We still need to train you, and I'm already tired of you guys arguing. Are you going to this a lot?"

They glanced at each other. "Yes." they replied in unison.

Just when I was about to kill them, Carter walked over. "So, what kind of magic do you do?"

"No idea!" Steve enthusiastically replied.

"Well, I guess we should get you started on your training." Carter said, leading them to the library. "This is the library." Carter explained.

"Really?" Rob sarcastically. "I never would have guessed!"

Carter just glared at Rob and slid them all a sheet of papyrus. "Write a word, and try to summon something." Carter coldly informed them, still a little offended.

"Hmm…" Steve mused. "Cheese!" he yelled, writing it down. When a small slice appeared, he immediately scarfed it, then passed out.

"That's nothing new." Mike told us. "He does this a lot."

"It was probably the magic." I explained.

"You never know with Steve." Rob interrupts, while summoning a marker.

"What do you need that… oh." Mike said, realizing Rob's plan. "Why?"

"He's asleep. I'm bored."

"Good enough for me." Mike said, turning the other way. "Now what do I write?" he wondered. After furiously scribbleing for a minute he turned toward me, with a disappointed look on his face. "Nothings working."

"I'm sure you'll be..." I attempted to reassure him. Then everything went dark.

Sorry it's so short. Please review. Pretty please.