10/15 Monday
9:15
I was sitting at the table nervous my sweaty palms were... sweaty
biscuit and mom looked at me
my fork played with hashbrowns
" cael sweetie is something wrong" my mom asked
"N-no mom"
"ooh I get it you want and egg on your hashbrowns"
"umm-"
she reached over and split an egg over my plate
*phhttttt* a loud fart came out
"eww mommy" biscuit chatterred
" hehe sorry"
"welp I think thats my signal to get out of here" I said sarcastically
"wait big bro your playing in that tournament right!?" she looks at me
"yup, and when I when ill buy you that horse youve alwaays wanted!"
"wow really!"
"mmhmm"
"well take this for good luck!"
she handed me a card And I took it curiosly
'evocator chevalier'
the card was biscuits favorite " are you sure this card is-"
"yes big bro now just go"
she shoves me out of the door
"okay okay biscuit"
I walk out the door smelling the beautiful transisitional breeze
"I hope it all turns oK" I thought ton myself
and I head to the tournament stadium and my destiny
