A/N: So, Chapter 2! This has a few references to some other fanfics, so be prepared. Also, I have a Deviantart account! It's that same name as my fanfic account, so if you search it up on google it will come up with it (as well as my old youtube account, where I had tried making videos a while back and utterly FAILED). So yeah! Enjoy!
The rest of the day was uneventful. Except for the strange blue flowers (as well as the auction held that day; which resulted in a total of 150 gold) nothing could beat Survival School. So, for some reason, I had trouble going to sleep.
When I did, I had a very vivid dream.
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I'm in a desert, but it's late night. I feel three people next to me, but I don't turn to look. I'm already focused on something else. A ruined city sits before us, with fires dotting the deserted buildings. A large tower stands at the edge of the city, and is the last structure standing.
"We failed..." I hear a voice say.
The city fades, and I begin to wake up.
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It only took a few moments to get ready in the morning and before I knew it I was walking to the courtyard. As I leave the market with a piece of bread (Mrs. Baker is very generous) I feel like someone is... Watching me.
I turn around but there's no one behind me. When I look around, nothing seems out of the ordinary... Oh well.
A few minutes later I'm at the gate of the courtyard. I was nervous about getting a backpack. Do I even get to choose which one is mine?
My freinds spot me from the other end of the courtyard and beckon me over.
"Did ya hear? The Wizards did something weird last night!" Jack greets me with a question, as always.
"What was it?" I ask.
"I don't know, but supposedly they were doing some ritual or something. Same excuse as always,'It was just a training exercise! We didn't do anything!' They were obviously doing some bad stuff."
"What do you think, Colt?" I ask.
"I dunno... But I guess... they're...doing..."
Oh yeah, Colt always gets really nervous when something about the Wizards happens. Whatever.
"I guess that whatever it was didn't destroy the city or anything, so it's fine for now," I conclude.
"If you say so..." Jack replies,"But I still don't trust-"
BLAAAARRREEEE!
"Will I ever NOT be interrupted here?!" Jack exclaimed.
Without us knowing, Mr. Ley had made it up to the platform. "Well! Today you will be picking out your backpacks! Choose wisely though, because once you choose one, there's no going back!"
With that, everyone separated into the two groups. Since Jack and Colt were in Mr. Ley's class, I wasn't with them. From what I heard, Mr. Ley is the exact opposite of Mr. Brind. While Mr. Brind is pretty much a drill sergeant, Mr. Ley is really nice and outgoing. Leave it to me to get the bad teacher...
Anyways, Mr. Brind was talking to us about how the backpacks work. "The backpacks bind to your mind and body so that you will always know what is in it. Each backpack is different, so I will guide you throughout the four different types," He says.
"The first and most commonly used type is the Basic. It holds 27 stacks of blocks and has 9 keychains for using the blocks. They are the most useful for survival,"
"The second type is the Fighter. It holds only 9 keychains. No storage space, but it is incredibly light and can be put into your pocket if you need to. It's very useful for battle,"
"The third type is called the Storage. It holds over 45 stacks in it but has only 5 keychains. It's mostly used by Miners and Lumberjacks,"
"The last type is the Crafter. It holds only 18 stacks of blocks and has 9 keychains, but here's the catch: every backpack has a small 2 by 2 crafting area in it, but the Crafter backpack has a full 3 by 3 crafting area. So instead of taking up space carrying a crafting table with you, it's in your backpack!"
"Ok, I'll give each of you time to think. In 10 degrees, you WILL pick! Understood?"
With that, the two groups again converged into one. I found Jack and Colt within a few seconds.
"Which one will you pick?" Jack asked as I walked up.
"I don't know." I say,"All of them are so good."
"I'm getting the Fighter. I'm already good at archery and I'm going to go into the Army." Jack said. He wasn't boasting either: his skill with a bow startled even the adult masters, and he was good with the sword too.
"What about you, Colt? Have you decided?" I ask.
"I'm thinking about the Crafter... But if you guys think I should get something else..."
I was startled. "You should definitely decide on your own! It's your backpack, not mine!" I couldn't believe he would even think about us keeping him from that.
"You still didn't answer my question. What are you going to-"
"ALRIGHT! It's time to pick! Go over to your teacher NOW!" Mr. Brind was yelling again.
"Oh come on! It wasn't even the beginning of class!" Jack had been interrupted again...
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Watching the boys, Flu wondered what they were talking about. Most likely the backpacks. They make it such a big deal and yet they are oblivious to the fact of the boy's heritage. That... Who was it? Phillip, yes... He is the only one who would use it.
How wrong Flu had been...
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As the doors open, I get even more excited. Everyone filed into the room, and it wasn't until I was inside that I realized how many backpacks there were.
"Now!" Mr. Brind said,"there are only about 20 of you and there are 10 of each backpack. So take your time! You'll be stuck with that backpack for life..." He paused as if remembering something from long ago.
"Mr. Brind? I have a question." One of the girls from the other housing block raised her hand. "How are there so many backpacks?
How are they made?"
"That's a good question, err..."
"Jara."
"Oh... Yes. In fact, I don't know the details, but the Wizards make them and enchant them. Quite strange, huh?"
Wow. So not only was he a drill sergeant, but he was actually nice to girls. Great.
"So! I'll call each of you to make your choice. Understood?"
"Yes sir" was the general response.
"Good! Now... Shadow! Go up and pick."
A thin boy came and shuffled through the crowd and towards the Basic backpacks.
"And GO FASTER, will ya?!"
Shadow practically ran to grab his backpack.
"Wait!"
Right as his hand grabbed the strap, he stopped stock still.
"Ok. Now take the backpack, but DO NOT put it on. That goes for everyone. Understood?! Ok."
He called a few more people before calling me.
"Phillip! Go up and pick carefully."
As I walked up to the packs, he eyed me carefully. He didn't seem to do that to anyone else...
I came to the assortment of packs. All of the sudden, I got REALLY nervous, and I just kind of... Stood there.
"Well? Are ya going to pick or not?"
I pause.
"Just follow your destiny..." There seemed to be a faint whisper telling me to go ahead.
Randomly, I get a sudden urge and I just reach over and pick a Basic pack.
As I walk back, I just realize what happened.
Wait, what?! Who was that?!
"Good choice. I hope everyone is pleased with what they have. So, before you put on your pack, there is something you must know: when you put it on, it will immediately bind to you. If there is something in there, take it out now!"
I check inside my pack. There's nothing in it, so I close it up and get ready to put it on.
"Ok, is everything in order? Good. When you put it on, you will instantly feel it bind to you. You may put it on... Now!"
I take one last look at it, wondering if I made the right decision.
Then I put it on.
SHOCK!
A jolt races through my arms and leaves an icy feeling once it's gone. When the icy feeling is no more than a dull pain (it took a few seconds) I felt as if I had... changed. As though a part of me had been missing all of my life, and I finally found it.
After a few minutes of testing it's weight and seeing how it felt, we were told to take them off. After that, Mr. Brind dismissed class.
"You will learn how to use your inventory tomorrow. Be prepared."
As I exited the courtyard with Jack and Colt, I felt as though I was being watched again.
"Hey dude, what's wrong?" Jack asked.
I look around before giving up. "I guess... nevermind. I'm fine."
"Ok..."
I still couldn't shake that feeling that I was being watched off until I got to my house that evening.
Mr. Brind and Mr. Ley, under cover of darkness, made their way to the backpack storage. Normally, people aren't allowed to be out after dark, but the two teachers could get by.
Finally they made their way to the building. Creeping inside, they close the door behind them before searching.
"Which one is the boy's?" Ley whispers.
After a few seconds, Mr. Brind finds the one.
"Are you sure about this?" Ley asks again.
"I'm sure. We checked all of the packs before putting them up for picking, and they were all empty."
"If you say so. Ready?"
"Ok. Open it up."
And as they open Phillip's backpack up, they can hardly contain their gasps. The pack was completely full of one of every single element, yet weighed nothing and was still normal size.
There was only one explanation for this.
Phillip was one of the Chosen.
He was a Creative.
Fun, huh? Sorry, Flu, for not asking to use your character. I had made a character name Lucy, but as I developed her in my mind she got so much like you that I used it. Please tell me if you don't like me doing that, I'll change the name or character or something... Anyways, yeah! I don't know when I'm going to post the chapters, I just kind of make them. Please review! So yeah! Bye!
