On a warm autumn afternoon I had just woke up from about four hours of nonstop training. My silvery short hair lightly brushed my face as I sat up in my makeshift cot. I slipped on my light green dirt stained tunic, black grass stained pants, and dark brown cloth-like boots.
"Oh no…it's already noon." I grumbled.
I ran to orphanage matron and asked "Was he here? Did he come?"
"No…I'm sorry Renee he wasn't here." She replied
"Figures…who would want some talent less thirteen year old" I commented
"Renee you have plenty of talent, and being thirteen doesn't have any thing to do with being adopted."
"Well then I guess I'm- I was cut off by an all-too-familiar voice
"Sorry I'm late but this one wouldn't wake up" he said and right next to him was a thirteen year old boy with short spiked purple-bluish hair. He was a bit tall for his age but he has been my friend since we were infants.
"Ike! Yay you're here." I ended up squealing. The feeling of excitement ran through my veins.