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As Yen's class walked on to the pavement surrounding the grass field it became apparent they weren't the only ones taking the examination. Other professors with their classes stood around them, each giving a lecture to the half-asleep students. Within Yen's class, Allie walked alongside Adrien, chatting along the way.

"How hard do you think this exam will be?" Allie whispered to Adrien, eyebrows furrowed from anxiety. "Will it be multiple choice, short answer… " She gasped. "Long response!? W-w-what if it's an essay!?"

Adrien snickered, nudging Allie like he did in the classroom before. "Calm yourself Allie." He gestured toward the grass field before them. "We're outside. Think for a second. Now why would they have a written exam outside?" His snickers became louder. "For a smart person you can be so dim. You know that?"

Allie stuck out her lower lip, pouting. "Shut up idiot." she muttered, turning away in playful retaliation. A girl wearing glasses caught her eye. She was in another class but it made no difference. Allie could tell who she was immediately and ran towards her, squealing from sheer happiness. "Oh my god Alexis! It's you!"

Alexis turned to see Allie running towards her at full speed. "Oh no you don't!" She shouted, eyes widening as Allie sprinted towards her. "Don't you dare!" Too late. Alexis fell to the ground with a thud, tackled head on.

"You're going to be taking the test too? Yay!" Allie giggled. Alexis didn't share her joy. "Oh come on grumpy gills, smile for once!" Allie chirped. No dice. Alexis pulled her legs out from Allie's arms.

"How is it we're the same age?" Alexis scoffed, fixing her messed up hair. "I swear you act half my age at times." She smirked and lightly smacked the back of Allies head. "Do you always have to mess up my hair Allie?"

"Well duh!" Allie jovially retorted. "Black and blonde hair has to be mixed up!" She massaged the spot Alexis hit, still laughing.

"Alexandria, get back over here this instant!" Yen yelled as approached his students. "It's time to go onto the field." Walking onto the field, Yen straightened his jacket and looked behind him. Allie, along with the rest of his class followed. The other professors followed suit, gathering up their students and walking onto the grass.

The students were greeted by a young woman standing in the middle of the grass field. "Hey over here you guys!" she yelled to the students. "Make circle around me!" The students obliged.

Yen walked through the crowd of students and bowed deeply to the woman before him. As he stood back up, Yen turned to face his class. "Now listen here, the woman who stands before you is Katniss, descendant of Sora and a keyblade master."

"She's the keyblade master we've heard about!?" Adrien gasped. "Wow. She's a looker…" Adrien eyed Katniss as she stretched, putting her arms behind her back. He blushed.

Allie rolled her eyes. "Stop staring at her chest, hentai." She crossed her arms and sighed. He wasn't usually this perverted. Still, guys would be guys and Adrien was thoroughly examining Katniss.

She had a rather confident air about her, touting skin tight black shorts. Her top was revealing to say the least. The white tee shirt clung tightly to her frame, showing off every curve. Katniss wore a jacket on top of her shirt that matched the color of her shorts. It was unable to compensate for the tight shirt as it was several sizes too small and purely aesthetic. The majority of boys were red from her looks and choice of attire, Adrien included. A small line of drool ran down his jaw. His daydreaming was about to be interrupted.

Katniss' smile faded as she summoned her keyblade, the same bright light blinding the surrounding students. As the light subsided, the surrounding onlookers were able to see the outline of a white ornamental weapon she rested on her right shoulder, the keyblade called The Oathkeeper. "Alright maggots," She yelled suddenly. "Today the next keyblade wielder will be decided." Katniss spun her keyblade around and stabbed it into the ground, looking at each student. "Luckily for you weaklings, the examination can't begin yet…." She looked down mumbling. "All because a certain judge is late."

"Late you say?" Sephyr walked up to the crowds of student nonchalantly, arms behind his back. "I was here for quite a while Katniss. You however were tardy as usual." He laughed, pointing to the vintage clock on his arm.

Katniss shrugged. "Semantics, semantics" she replied, playing with her hair out of boredom. A figure walked behind Sephyr. Pulling her keyblade out from the ground, she drew at the person behind Sephyr, glaring menacingly. "Sephyr, who the hell is that behind you?"

With a slight bow, Sephyr gestured toward the dark skinned man behind him. "My apologies Katniss…" He moved his neck up to meet her gaze, smirking coyly again. "This right here is Sharif." Sephyr straightened back up, fixing his jacket. "He's going to be observing today's examinations."

"How's it going Katniss?" Sharif hissed. "Are you still kicking out students with a different opinion than your own?" He wasn't happy to be standing in front of the very person who expelled him from the academy.

The students stared at Sharif wide eyed. Nobody in the Academy ever spoke to a master with such a tone. Luckily for Sharif, he was no longer a student. Katniss however, didn't care whether or not he was. She began to walk through the students, raising her keyblade up and glaring at Sharif. "When I get my hands on you I'm gonna tear you a new you a new one!"

"Woah hold on there!" Sephyr yelled, stepping between the two arguing adults. "We aren't here to argue are we? We're here to judge the students and Sharif is here to observe."

Katniss sighed. "Fine fine…." Moving her keyblade in a sheathing motion, Katniss willed her weapon to disappear, the keyblade vanishing into thin air. No longer in the center of the students, she turned to face them, arms crossed. "Well, let's get back to the examinations then!" Katniss began pacing left and right, her gaze never leaving the students. "You all have been trained in magic and self-defense. Today we will be putting your skills to the test. Students will face off one on one against each other, using their natural element."

Sharif looked at Sephyr with a blank expression on his face. "Master Sephyr, erm… what's natural element?" He scratched the back of his head in confusion. "I didn't make it to the point where professors taught that in the Academy."

Sephyr smiled softly. "Well Sharif, magic is separated into three categories. The first type of magic is light magic. Now this type of magic is mostly for healing and defense." Sephyr brought raised his arm up, his hand emitting a dull glow. "Next is dark magic." The light emitting from Sephyr's hand darkened to a deep violet; smoke seeping out of his sleeve. "This magic is mostly for manipulation of the world around you. With this magic Sharif, you a can bend gravity to your will, stop time you can even drain life from someone else." The glowing ceased. "The final type of magic is animus magic. This kind of magic relates to the earth and what is found on it. Fire, ice, lightning, wind, rock; they all can be manipulated with magic." Sephyr pointed to the students. "Now these students each have at least one element they are naturally proficient at. Light, dark, fire, ice, lightning, wind or earth; they have to use the magic they are good with to defeat their opponent."

Sharif nodded. "Ah I see now."

"Are you done talking?" Katniss growled. "Or… should I wait for your permission to continue..."

With a slight laugh Sephyr nodded. "My apologies Katniss… Continue."

Katniss mockingly curtsied. "Thanks you 'your honor'. Now then…" She resumed her pacing, walking faster than before in hope of not being interrupted again. "Each student faces off with their natural element like I said before. I will train the victor to wield the keyblade." Raising an arm above her head, Katniss summoned her keyblade and pointed towards the students. The very tip of the keyblade flashed red. "You each get a number." Paper slips shot from her keyblade, one for each student. They fluttered down slowly, landing in the palm of every student. "The papers are numbered from one to 50. There's two of each number." Katniss smirked. "Find the person with the same number as you." That is your first opponent.

Allie looked down at her slip of paper, number 25. "Okay, who has number twenty five!?" She yelled, jumping up and down.

"I do Allie." The voice was too familiar. The person walked up behind Allie and got into her fighting position, arms against her hips. "I hope you're prepared."

Allie's eyes widened. "No… why… of all the people here… do I have to fight you?" Allie turned to face her opponent, teary eyed. Her body shook as she forced herself into her fighting posture. "Why did it have to be you, Alexis?"

Looking from afar at the students, Sharif stroked his pinstripe beard in contemplation. Things were about to get exciting soon. Yet he still wondered his point in being here to witness the examination. "So why did you bring me here?" Sharif asked, looking at Sephyr suspiciously.

Sephyr laughed to himself, turning to face him. "Oh you caught my attention." He whispered, leaning over Sharif's shoulder. "After all, you're hiding a pretty big secret from the rest of the Academy." Sephyr watched a drop of sweat go down his guest's neck. "Aren't you, Sharif?"

Sharif nodded in a trance like state, eyes glazed over completely. "Yes…. Indeed I am… Master Sephyr."

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