Yipee! I'm on another writing fever so I can write more!
To my reviewers, I am really sorry about those of you that guessed the red stick. It is not the answer and you've no way of knowing it with just the info I gave you. Though the red stick is a good answer, I am not going for it.
~**~**~
Harry stared at the sticks for a minute, two minutes, three..
He kept a perfectly calm facade on the outside and shifted his attention to a stick beyond the green one. It was a yellow one. Perfectly harmless, floating gently just blow the green one.
Green will let you fall, yellow will save you..that was what it said..
Suddenly, Harry got it and he jumped on the green stick. He felt the falling sensation as the stick gave way. Before he could land into the inky darkness, he grabbed the yellow stick and at once, he was at the other side.
He grinned. Yellow will save you indeed.
Without warning, random logs appeared from nowhere starting swinging madly at him. He dodged them and quickly ran towards the altar that had the stone in it. This is the last one so therefore he should get there as fast as he can. Injuries would be healed immediately when he touched the stone so that won't be a problem either. He ran forward as fast as he can and reached out a hand to touch the stone.
Suddenly, a log crashed onto his head, successfully knocking him off balance. Harry made one last effort to touch the stone. He grabbed it and smiled before falling into darkness.
~**~**~
Teachers..
"Ouch," Damien said with a wince, "That must have hurt."
Theron snorted.
~**~**~
Harry woke up in the next tent. He quickly got up, glanced around and relaxed. It was a written test. He sat down on the chair and the voice spoke again.
"This test will require no answers. Once it begins, you will find five sheets of white paper with six different pencils. You are required to draw a picture of your choice. The other four sheets of paper are for your own use of either drafting or experimenting. There is no time limit. You may begin now."
Harry was even more confused then ever. 'Okay..I think the teachers are nuts.' He picked up a pencil and stared at the paper for a moment. He had no clue as to what to draw.
Thinking back to the leshires, he decide to draw them. He picked up a pencil and began to draw a faint outline of an alpha male. He envisioned the strong pose of the leader of the pack, the fierce look in the eyes, the sharpness of the claws and the natural elegance and grace of the creature's stride.
Soon enough, Harry lost himself in his drawings, pouring emotions into it. When he was done, he gazed at his drawing and his jaw went slack with shock. He couldn't believe it! Sure he had done some random drawings now and then but he'd never thought himself as any good. Silently, he wrote his name on the picture and left it on the desk. He watched as it disappeared and he left the tent.
~**~**~
It was the archery courts. Apparently, the drawing test had been the last one. Now all he had to do was compete in archery and then he was done. He looked around and saw his yearmates gathered around. From their reactions, Harry could immediately tell who had done well and who had not. Those that had done well were laughing and joking around while those that had not were more subdued and silent.
Before he had time to think more, the voice spoke, "This is the final test. Taking archery one by one will be too bothersome so each one of you will be doing it together. There are exactly fifty spaces. Every one of you will go to one space and prepare yourself. When the bell rings, you will shoot. Each time you succeeded in making the bullseye, you will move up to the next level. The target will be moved a yard further away on every level. You may go and prepare."
Harry at once chose a court and started notching his arrow onto the bow. He raised it and prepared to shoot. The bell rang and fifty arrows fly through the air. Harry had only a second to see that he made it before quickly notching another arrow. The bell rang again and he shot.
It continued like this for a long time. Each archer were only given ten seconds before they shoot again. Failure to shoot when the bell rang means that you are disqualified.
Harry stayed in until the twentieth level when he missed. He was disappointed but happy that he made it that far. There were only three archers left after him. One boy who had blonde hair was moving stiffly, shooting and notching with experience and skill but none of the joy of doing so. Harry frowned. A person can only get so far with practice. Lots of it depends on your willingness to learn and your effort. Another boy had brown hair and he had a look of concentration on his face as he fired.
Harry nodded absentmindedly as he watched him but his attention was on the last one. It was a girl. Once he saw her, he immediately know that she'll win this unofficial match. She had long black hair that was tied in a ponytail and was wearing an attire that will make it easier to move.
She moved and prepared for the next shot with gracefulness and ease, confidence was rolling off her in waves. She didn't even looked at her target to see if she made it or not. Every one did. The girl was pretty but a gigantic scar marred her otherwise perfect face. It ran from her eyebrow crossed her eyes and ended in the tip of her mouth. (A/N HARRY IS NOT FALLING FOR HER!!!!)
Harry couldn't fathom what could have caused it but it was old. He shrugged and continued to watch the match.
He was right. The girl was the last one left. As the other students left for their individual planes, he approached the girl.
"Hi," He greeted her, "My name is Alexander Klementine. You are a really good archer."
~**~**~
I shot one arrow after another. It doesn't matter; I 'm going to win anyway. Nobody ever beats me at archery. Back at home, everybody called me Arrow because I shoot and never miss. I tilted my head and look at my other competitors. They all are boys. One in particular caught my attention. He was of average height with black hair. From his posture and stance, I could tell archery is a new thing for him.
But he still made it to the top four. He must have potential. I watched through the corner of my eyes as he missed and went to seat with the rest of the morons. I shook myself and concentrated on the match. I may be a natural and is excellent at archery but that didn't mean I'm always going to make it. There's no way I'm losing to that idiot Caligula. His stupid Blondeness thinks that archery is another one of those nonsense skills that he just had to perfect. Well I'll show him that archery is just not a simple thing that requires practice.
To my joy, I won after all. It was a satisfying experience to see that look at his Blondeness face. I relaxed and waited as the rest of the student body went back. Oh well, I'll stay back later and enjoy the wind a bit. Suddenly, I heard footsteps heading towards me. I stiffened and let out a mental growl. 'It better not be Caligula. I've had enough of him for today.' I turned around and saw the boy from the matches.
"Hi," He greeted me, "My name is Alexander Klementine. You are a really good archer."
~**~**~
I watched as she blinked at me for a moment and she nodded at me. Ah. Must not be a talkative person then.
"I was watching you. You really are good." She smiled a little and said, "Thank you, though you are not bad yourself. You've got potential so work on it." With that, you walked away.
I stared at her back for a few moments. Why does everybody say that I have potential?! I shook my head to clear my thoughts and jumped to my plane. It had been a very weird day.
~**~**~
Casmir watched as the pictures on the mirror faded when the person landed on this plane. He smiled as he thought back to the young man he had watched that was participating at the tournament. Maybe Draco would have a better time convincing him than he had when trying to convince Kaiser.
He turned to Kaiser and said, "Well I got to go. Can't let your charge see me here. Contact me when you need help okay?"
Kaiser nodded and waved him off before turning his attention back to how to face his charge. Casmir shook his head and disappeared. 'Kaiser would always be the same.'
~**~**~
To everyone: I've already said in Chapter 8 that this is not going to be a slash story but I'll just remind you again.
This is not a slash story. I don't even think there's going to be any romance. Maybe a little but not of any of the main characters
Thank you, Silverrowan
To my reviewers, I am really sorry about those of you that guessed the red stick. It is not the answer and you've no way of knowing it with just the info I gave you. Though the red stick is a good answer, I am not going for it.
~**~**~
Harry stared at the sticks for a minute, two minutes, three..
He kept a perfectly calm facade on the outside and shifted his attention to a stick beyond the green one. It was a yellow one. Perfectly harmless, floating gently just blow the green one.
Green will let you fall, yellow will save you..that was what it said..
Suddenly, Harry got it and he jumped on the green stick. He felt the falling sensation as the stick gave way. Before he could land into the inky darkness, he grabbed the yellow stick and at once, he was at the other side.
He grinned. Yellow will save you indeed.
Without warning, random logs appeared from nowhere starting swinging madly at him. He dodged them and quickly ran towards the altar that had the stone in it. This is the last one so therefore he should get there as fast as he can. Injuries would be healed immediately when he touched the stone so that won't be a problem either. He ran forward as fast as he can and reached out a hand to touch the stone.
Suddenly, a log crashed onto his head, successfully knocking him off balance. Harry made one last effort to touch the stone. He grabbed it and smiled before falling into darkness.
~**~**~
Teachers..
"Ouch," Damien said with a wince, "That must have hurt."
Theron snorted.
~**~**~
Harry woke up in the next tent. He quickly got up, glanced around and relaxed. It was a written test. He sat down on the chair and the voice spoke again.
"This test will require no answers. Once it begins, you will find five sheets of white paper with six different pencils. You are required to draw a picture of your choice. The other four sheets of paper are for your own use of either drafting or experimenting. There is no time limit. You may begin now."
Harry was even more confused then ever. 'Okay..I think the teachers are nuts.' He picked up a pencil and stared at the paper for a moment. He had no clue as to what to draw.
Thinking back to the leshires, he decide to draw them. He picked up a pencil and began to draw a faint outline of an alpha male. He envisioned the strong pose of the leader of the pack, the fierce look in the eyes, the sharpness of the claws and the natural elegance and grace of the creature's stride.
Soon enough, Harry lost himself in his drawings, pouring emotions into it. When he was done, he gazed at his drawing and his jaw went slack with shock. He couldn't believe it! Sure he had done some random drawings now and then but he'd never thought himself as any good. Silently, he wrote his name on the picture and left it on the desk. He watched as it disappeared and he left the tent.
~**~**~
It was the archery courts. Apparently, the drawing test had been the last one. Now all he had to do was compete in archery and then he was done. He looked around and saw his yearmates gathered around. From their reactions, Harry could immediately tell who had done well and who had not. Those that had done well were laughing and joking around while those that had not were more subdued and silent.
Before he had time to think more, the voice spoke, "This is the final test. Taking archery one by one will be too bothersome so each one of you will be doing it together. There are exactly fifty spaces. Every one of you will go to one space and prepare yourself. When the bell rings, you will shoot. Each time you succeeded in making the bullseye, you will move up to the next level. The target will be moved a yard further away on every level. You may go and prepare."
Harry at once chose a court and started notching his arrow onto the bow. He raised it and prepared to shoot. The bell rang and fifty arrows fly through the air. Harry had only a second to see that he made it before quickly notching another arrow. The bell rang again and he shot.
It continued like this for a long time. Each archer were only given ten seconds before they shoot again. Failure to shoot when the bell rang means that you are disqualified.
Harry stayed in until the twentieth level when he missed. He was disappointed but happy that he made it that far. There were only three archers left after him. One boy who had blonde hair was moving stiffly, shooting and notching with experience and skill but none of the joy of doing so. Harry frowned. A person can only get so far with practice. Lots of it depends on your willingness to learn and your effort. Another boy had brown hair and he had a look of concentration on his face as he fired.
Harry nodded absentmindedly as he watched him but his attention was on the last one. It was a girl. Once he saw her, he immediately know that she'll win this unofficial match. She had long black hair that was tied in a ponytail and was wearing an attire that will make it easier to move.
She moved and prepared for the next shot with gracefulness and ease, confidence was rolling off her in waves. She didn't even looked at her target to see if she made it or not. Every one did. The girl was pretty but a gigantic scar marred her otherwise perfect face. It ran from her eyebrow crossed her eyes and ended in the tip of her mouth. (A/N HARRY IS NOT FALLING FOR HER!!!!)
Harry couldn't fathom what could have caused it but it was old. He shrugged and continued to watch the match.
He was right. The girl was the last one left. As the other students left for their individual planes, he approached the girl.
"Hi," He greeted her, "My name is Alexander Klementine. You are a really good archer."
~**~**~
I shot one arrow after another. It doesn't matter; I 'm going to win anyway. Nobody ever beats me at archery. Back at home, everybody called me Arrow because I shoot and never miss. I tilted my head and look at my other competitors. They all are boys. One in particular caught my attention. He was of average height with black hair. From his posture and stance, I could tell archery is a new thing for him.
But he still made it to the top four. He must have potential. I watched through the corner of my eyes as he missed and went to seat with the rest of the morons. I shook myself and concentrated on the match. I may be a natural and is excellent at archery but that didn't mean I'm always going to make it. There's no way I'm losing to that idiot Caligula. His stupid Blondeness thinks that archery is another one of those nonsense skills that he just had to perfect. Well I'll show him that archery is just not a simple thing that requires practice.
To my joy, I won after all. It was a satisfying experience to see that look at his Blondeness face. I relaxed and waited as the rest of the student body went back. Oh well, I'll stay back later and enjoy the wind a bit. Suddenly, I heard footsteps heading towards me. I stiffened and let out a mental growl. 'It better not be Caligula. I've had enough of him for today.' I turned around and saw the boy from the matches.
"Hi," He greeted me, "My name is Alexander Klementine. You are a really good archer."
~**~**~
I watched as she blinked at me for a moment and she nodded at me. Ah. Must not be a talkative person then.
"I was watching you. You really are good." She smiled a little and said, "Thank you, though you are not bad yourself. You've got potential so work on it." With that, you walked away.
I stared at her back for a few moments. Why does everybody say that I have potential?! I shook my head to clear my thoughts and jumped to my plane. It had been a very weird day.
~**~**~
Casmir watched as the pictures on the mirror faded when the person landed on this plane. He smiled as he thought back to the young man he had watched that was participating at the tournament. Maybe Draco would have a better time convincing him than he had when trying to convince Kaiser.
He turned to Kaiser and said, "Well I got to go. Can't let your charge see me here. Contact me when you need help okay?"
Kaiser nodded and waved him off before turning his attention back to how to face his charge. Casmir shook his head and disappeared. 'Kaiser would always be the same.'
~**~**~
To everyone: I've already said in Chapter 8 that this is not going to be a slash story but I'll just remind you again.
This is not a slash story. I don't even think there's going to be any romance. Maybe a little but not of any of the main characters
Thank you, Silverrowan