I toss and turn under my sheets, anxious for the test. Glancing at the clock I see that it's already 4 in the morning. "I give up on sleep," I mumble to myself. I trough off the uncomfortable, hot blankets and walk onto the tiny balcony that juts off the side of my apartment. The chair squeaks as I flop down onto it. Why? Why do I want to become a state alchemist? "Gaaaahhhh!" I scream at the stars. I haven't told anyone, not there's anyone to tell, but I can't remember anything past a certain point in my life. My last memory is waking up in the hospital about half a year ago with a glass eye. I was left with basic information about myself and an extensive understanding of alchemy. But what stood out to me most was a burning desire to become a state alchemist. I haven't been able to figure out anything about my self since. I push a strand of orange out of my face and start to think about what to do for the skills part of the exam. Sitting in my little chair for what feels like hours I finally decide on creating a statue. Yeah that's a good idea. Yeah.

The next thing I know I'm shaken awake. "Devin! Wake up! your stupid alarm has been going off for an hour!" my neighbor yells rather loudly into my left ear. "I'm so sorry Ms. Robins," I apologise. "It better not happen again!" she growls. "Yes ma'am." She slams the door behind her. I let out the breath I hadn't realised I had been holding. "Oh Crap!" I start to freak out as I remember that I'm late. As quickly as I can I grab a pair of black pair of pants and tank top. I pull on my pair of knee high boots and run a brush through my short auburn hair. While running down the stairs I stick my arms through the sleeves of my cropped jacket. I burst out of the building and hurriedly hail a taxi. "Where ya headed?" says the taxi driver with a thick accent. "Central command, in a hurry." I reply. "Sure thing."