Chapter 2: Out of the bag

After I got out of line, I was led to another room that looked very much like an auditorium. I sat down and waited for my three friends to arrive. They managed to arrive last, but I saved them seats anyway.

Five minutes after the gang got to their seats, the person who seemed to be in charge came up to the stage and started to speak. "Welcome, students, to the international school of shamans. If you would please open your bags, you will find, straight from the great spirit himself, your spirit partner, shamanic focus, and spirit containment unit."

Anthony, John, Maurice, and I opened our bags. In mine was a bird spirit named Falcos, a bird claw necklace, and a ring in the shape of a bird. In John's was a water spirit named Aquadus and a surfboard. In Anthony's bag was a twin swords set, an ancient memorial tablet, and a Japanese bandit ghost named Malkotzar. And inside of Maurice's bag was a puppet holding two guns and the spirit Two Shot.

"Now that you have met your new spirit allies, you will divide yourselves into groups of four. Pick wisely; these groups will be your classes for the rest of the year," said the Headmaster.

I already knew who my group would be, so yet again I was the first one in line for meeting our new teachers. Only this time, I had my friends with me. We met our teachers and were led to our classroom.

"Welcome to Class A. I am Tom, your teacher, and this is my spirit ally, Jojo," said our teacher, pointing to the ghost gorilla standing next to him "Please stand up and introduce yourselves and your partners."

I stood up first. "I'm Josh, and this is my spirit ally, Falcos."

The others followed my action.

"I'm John, and this is my spirit ally, Aquadus."

"I'm Maurice, and this is my spirit ally, Two Shot."

"I'm Anthony, and this is my spirit ally, Malkotzar."

We continued class that way until it ended. "Okay, class, we've ended for the day. I want you to go to that tall building. That is where the Shaman School students stay. You get the first floor since you are Class A. You each get your own rooms, and there is a plaque of rules on the wall. See you tomorrow. Good-bye," said Tom as he gave his final farewells.

We left the classroom and went down the hall toward the exit. Then we heard voices coming from the principal's office. "I don't care if they're only children. They are the ones who will learn how to surpass and actually defeat me. I want you to come and destroy them in three months or I'll destroy you."

Unaware of whose voice it was, the four students left the building in confusion.