The iron gate of World's Promise Academy was wide open and ready to accept the incoming students. This special Academy trained the talented youths of the world. Any graduate of World's Promise was expected to become a success in life. They were practically guaranteed to become masters at their respective talents.
The young men and women of this Academy were not only talented, however. They were chosen by the governments of their respective countries. The teenagers were trained in the ways of their countries. They spent years learning the history of their country, and how to rule it wisely.
They were picked at a young age, and were destined to become the Nations themselves, per say. The chosen ones were to devote their lives to their country, and they would always work behind the scenes to maintain a strong Nation. They would rule the country for the rest of their lives.
It was an honor to be chosen, and World's Promise Academy was the final test for the young Nationites. Matthew Williams happened to be one of these special children. He still remembered the day where his life had been thrown away for the sake of his country. Matthew had been just 8 years old when a government official took him away from his family.
He saw his family regularly, of course, but most of his time was spent in an office, learning about his great country, Canada. Matthew didn't want this lifestyle, but it was thrust upon him against his wishes for normalcy. He was constantly told that the reason that he was chosen was because of his exceptional talent. The young blond was known as a World Powers Level Poet. Even at a young age he could write poetry that could compete with the classical poems that he liked to read. His boss told him that what Canada needs the most is a peaceful guy calling the shots, and Matthew fit that description to the T. Unless you got him angry, of course.
The poet often pondered on how he, of all people had been chosen for this lifestyle. From his years of learning about Canada, he knew that parents were required to inform the government of a child if they had an exceptional talent. This was the same for every country in the United Nations. Matthew's parents had been proud when Matthew was picked to be the representative for Canada. They were heartbroken, sure, but the overwhelming sense of pride took over the feelings of pain.
Matthew tried to keep a positive head wherever he went, and that was how he was going to tackle World's Promise Academy. Having a rational mind was the best way to go about life, after all.
The school was large, almost larger than life. Since it was located in Northwest America, the grand size of the school made sense. The black gate coiled like ivy branches within itself. The metal poles within them twisted and bended into beautiful shapes. The Academy was on the outskirts of a grand city in Washington. Matthew couldn't recall the name.
The building itself was a welcoming cocoa brown, and the windows seemed to be covered with black panels. Well that's odd, Matthew thought. I wonder why the windows are blocked?
Ignoring the ominous feeling in the pit of his stomach, he continued his examination of the school's exterior. The hand carved wooden doors were also wide open. He couldn't see too far into the school, even with the doors wide open. The hallway seemed dimly lit, which was another strange feature of the school. The grass was freshly cut, and the smell of earth welcomed Matthew in a strange way. The Academy seemed really nice, minus the weird things that he noticed.
Matthew took in a breath before he crossed the threshold. This is it. All of my classmates are from around the world, and this is supposed to help us mature. Well, here goes nothing. The Canadian closed his eyes, and passed the gate.
He kept moving forward until he walked into the school. Matthew opened his eyes when he slipped past the doors. The second the sole of his show touched the black tiled floor, his head started to spin.
The boy tried to back away and exit the school, but the spinning sensation became more powerful. He fell to his knees and his whole body felt like it was moving a hundred miles a minute. The last thing Matthew saw was a grinning white bear before his vision faded to black and the world around him vanished.
Little did he know, but the World Life of Mutual Killing was going to begin for the Nationites. Their lives would be flipped upside down, and nobody was safe. The Games had begun.