The Worst Novice
Chapter ONE
Disclaimer: I do not own ragnarok.
Nats looked up at the tall building in front of her, and placed her short brown hair behind her ears. Her mother told her that she would be living here for two years until she finished the training course of the Midgard Academy. Her mother, a priestess of Geffen, warped her here in the middle of nowhere after bidding her farewell and giving her supplies for the "short walk". She told her to go down the hill and follow the bridge. Then she would be at the Academy. She had searched for hours. Feeling tired, she had asked the patrolling guard to accompany her. He, seeing the helpless girl that she is, guided her, thus explaining her presence in front of the Academy. Unfortunately, he said that he could not join her from this point on. He instructed her to just go inside and talk to the helper, "and he will guide you in the academy". She thanked the guide, went to the entrance, and smoothened out her outfit. She didn't want to make a bad impression. Nats stared for a while at the intimidating doorway before taking a deep breath and went inside.
'A long stone corridor?' she thought to herself when she saw the place behind the door, but started walking nonetheless. She had been walking for a few minutes and saw several other novices, judging by their similar clothes to hers (traditional novice outfit). In Rune Midgard, everyone had a profession (each profession has a uniform), even children like her. Novices are the jobs for people who have not yet finished their training. (Only children aging from 0-13 years old have no profession yet, because the elders do not believe they are of the right age to undergo training. Nats is 14 years old in this fic, which means she is officially a novice and has to start her training in the Midgard Academy.)
She finally reached the end of the stone corridor, and found a bunch of novices talking to a man, who is wearing a helper's robes. Remembering the instructions of the guide, she sprinted to the helper and heard him say "Let's wait for the other novices first." The novices who first got there started forming a sort of formation. Nats went and found an empty spot. As she was making her way there, she slipped and fell face flat on the ground. Several novices laughed, and she even heard a shout "Watch it, clumsy girl!" Face red from embarassment, she took the spot and sat down. "Hey, it's okay, everyone makes mistakes." she heard someone talking to her. She looked at the person who spoke. It was a novice (duh) who had short blue hair. She was holding out her hand. "Hi, I'm Yrouna, and I'm from Izlude. What's your name?" "Hi! My name is Nathalia, but most people call me Nats. I'm from Geffen. Nice to meet you!" Nats replied and took her hand. Yrouna grinned at her.
"Nats, I can call you that, right? Um, can you tell me about yourself?"
"Sure. I'm fourteen years old. My father's a wizard, and my mother is a priestess. Magic runs in our family, you see. I want to serve God like my mother, and heal people, so I'm planning to be an acolyte. How about you, Yrouna, can you tell me 'bout yourself?"
"Why not? I'm also 14 years old. Mom's an Assasin and Dad's a Knight. I wanna beat the crap from everyone so I wanna be like my dad, and be a big strong knight!"
"Hey you shouldn't want to be be a knight 'coz you wanna beat people up! From what I read, knights protect the weak and-" Nats was cut off by the helper clearing his throat and said "Silence please. We will now proceed with he lecture about Midgard Academy." So the two girls, along with everybody else, quieted down and the helper started his lecture...
A/N: my FIRST time posting a fic. If you read it up to this part without quitting, I admire your patience. Okay okay I know I'm crappy and I stink. Whatever. If you wasted your time reading up to THIS part then can I please take a few moments more of your time and please write me a review? Coz I wanna know what other people think about this. (My personal opinion: It's horrible, but I still had the nerve to post it) ALL reviews are accepted, whether it is a personal opinion, constructive criticism or a downright flame (It'll roll right off moi). PLEASE tell me if I should quit or continue this BORING fic. ty.
Chapter ONE
Disclaimer: I do not own ragnarok.
Nats looked up at the tall building in front of her, and placed her short brown hair behind her ears. Her mother told her that she would be living here for two years until she finished the training course of the Midgard Academy. Her mother, a priestess of Geffen, warped her here in the middle of nowhere after bidding her farewell and giving her supplies for the "short walk". She told her to go down the hill and follow the bridge. Then she would be at the Academy. She had searched for hours. Feeling tired, she had asked the patrolling guard to accompany her. He, seeing the helpless girl that she is, guided her, thus explaining her presence in front of the Academy. Unfortunately, he said that he could not join her from this point on. He instructed her to just go inside and talk to the helper, "and he will guide you in the academy". She thanked the guide, went to the entrance, and smoothened out her outfit. She didn't want to make a bad impression. Nats stared for a while at the intimidating doorway before taking a deep breath and went inside.
'A long stone corridor?' she thought to herself when she saw the place behind the door, but started walking nonetheless. She had been walking for a few minutes and saw several other novices, judging by their similar clothes to hers (traditional novice outfit). In Rune Midgard, everyone had a profession (each profession has a uniform), even children like her. Novices are the jobs for people who have not yet finished their training. (Only children aging from 0-13 years old have no profession yet, because the elders do not believe they are of the right age to undergo training. Nats is 14 years old in this fic, which means she is officially a novice and has to start her training in the Midgard Academy.)
She finally reached the end of the stone corridor, and found a bunch of novices talking to a man, who is wearing a helper's robes. Remembering the instructions of the guide, she sprinted to the helper and heard him say "Let's wait for the other novices first." The novices who first got there started forming a sort of formation. Nats went and found an empty spot. As she was making her way there, she slipped and fell face flat on the ground. Several novices laughed, and she even heard a shout "Watch it, clumsy girl!" Face red from embarassment, she took the spot and sat down. "Hey, it's okay, everyone makes mistakes." she heard someone talking to her. She looked at the person who spoke. It was a novice (duh) who had short blue hair. She was holding out her hand. "Hi, I'm Yrouna, and I'm from Izlude. What's your name?" "Hi! My name is Nathalia, but most people call me Nats. I'm from Geffen. Nice to meet you!" Nats replied and took her hand. Yrouna grinned at her.
"Nats, I can call you that, right? Um, can you tell me about yourself?"
"Sure. I'm fourteen years old. My father's a wizard, and my mother is a priestess. Magic runs in our family, you see. I want to serve God like my mother, and heal people, so I'm planning to be an acolyte. How about you, Yrouna, can you tell me 'bout yourself?"
"Why not? I'm also 14 years old. Mom's an Assasin and Dad's a Knight. I wanna beat the crap from everyone so I wanna be like my dad, and be a big strong knight!"
"Hey you shouldn't want to be be a knight 'coz you wanna beat people up! From what I read, knights protect the weak and-" Nats was cut off by the helper clearing his throat and said "Silence please. We will now proceed with he lecture about Midgard Academy." So the two girls, along with everybody else, quieted down and the helper started his lecture...
A/N: my FIRST time posting a fic. If you read it up to this part without quitting, I admire your patience. Okay okay I know I'm crappy and I stink. Whatever. If you wasted your time reading up to THIS part then can I please take a few moments more of your time and please write me a review? Coz I wanna know what other people think about this. (My personal opinion: It's horrible, but I still had the nerve to post it) ALL reviews are accepted, whether it is a personal opinion, constructive criticism or a downright flame (It'll roll right off moi). PLEASE tell me if I should quit or continue this BORING fic. ty.