"NEW ORDER"

"TO BE A NECROMANCER"

Byron

In being one of the elimination team, First, I must have the magic and power of necromancy. Of course you wouldn't be facing wizards and witches who have it while I don't. Second, I must learn martial arts because it is needed for the necromancy to work. Third, I should not tell it to anybody that I am part of.

The first evening, after I came home from school, I train to be one of the elimination team that was worse than taking a one hundred item test. I saw about fifteen teen trainees in the classroom who are so aggressive. We had a coach who is too strict and all evening and we did not rest. The only worst thing ever that came to my life is that I had only one hour sleep to sleep then wake up for school; it's going to be every day!

Five days had passed and my body feels weak, my face looks haggard and I fail my first quiz in both Kung Fu and in Algebra.

I wake up for the sixth day at school. I wobbly walk down and fall down to the floor. My aunt heard the "thud" upstairs so she runs up to me and takes my head to my lap. I say "I think I should retire as a student in the N.O Academy."

My aunt is surprised "retire?"

"Or retire from my school?"

"Retire from your school?!" my aunt shocks "You just can't be dropped off. What I mean is you can get used to it."

I jump up "Mom, I can't just get used to it. I'm already tired." She replies nothing; I disappoint her. I continue "I need to go to school; I've got a Science test to fail."

I walk down the stairs and I hear what my aunt says "You didn't join the academy to fail. We just wanted you, on your own, avenge the life of your parents. That is the way it is; student by day, trainee by night. You just have to accept it by believing you could go through this." I didn't reply nor say goodbye and I run quickly outside.

At school, I wobbly down the crowded hallway to my locker.

"Hey Swain!" a call comes into my ear. It was my bully or also known as ex-best friend, Ted MacArcus.

"Where's your lunch 'cause I'm hungry!" he shouts.

I unzipped my bag and search my lunch. Because I don't want to cause any fight here, I'll just give it. The problem is I don't have it; I left it at home.

"So where is it?!" he yells. The students stay silent

"I don't have it, Okay! Just leave me be." I close my locker wildly and go to the other direction.

Then he grabs my shoulder fiercely, to face him "you're lyin'! Give it!" he clenches his fist.

"I told you I don't have anything!" I shave his hand by my arm but his other hand hits my temple. I fall to the ground. "You better follow what I say so better give it!"

I stand up. "You want my lunch." I grab my bag pack "Then have it!" I toss my heavy bag at him knocking him down on the ground and the pile of books fall to his face.

He groans as he stands up "We're not finished here!" he throws a fist at me but I dodge it at a knick of time. Then I give him a body kick and he falls to the ground for the second time; laying there unconscious. "Did I just hit him?"

I look around and I see the students mutter to each other. I pick up my things and put it in my bag. I run away from the crowd to my classroom.

During Math class, my eyes try to pay attention to the board full with mathematical equations then to my boring teacher talking blah-blah. I flashback my mind a while ago when I kicked Ted to his big body. He fought Ted before by throwing kicks or punches, which did not affect him. "I wasn't like this before." I look at my hands. "Is this the power of Necromancy? Have I achieved its power-"

"Mr. Swain" my teacher calls. I jump from my seat and stand erect. "On the board, write your answer."

After the last subject, class was dismissed. I stretch my arms and legs "What a boring day…..I hope this wouldn't be too boring than my quiz later on parkours."

Later I am with my N.O classmates stretching and warming up for the quiz, while I seat on the chair waiting to take the quiz. The coach appears before us and we quickly line up with erect posture.

"Today students, you will face the ultimate quiz." He says as he presses a button on a remote and the big wall on front of us goes up. We see a big spacious room; there are approximately a hundred small holes on every wall and five door openings beyond the wall on front of us.

"What you are about to do is survival." The coach says with a scary look. "The only rule is to get across to the opening without being hit-" He cuts when a bullet shoots from one of the holes to the coach. In an instant, he ball his fist in midair and opens his fist to us; there was the bullet, caught by his fast hands "…without being hit by the bullets and missiles and never cause bloodshed in the room." My classmates start to shiver with fear and some murmuring.

"Quiet!" he shouts and we stand erect "If you didn't make it….." he smirks and I know what he is talking about if we didn't survive "Is this really an academy?"

"Let's begin." He says "Mr. Emaraldo you're first."

After ten trainees take the quiz, three passed, four wounded and the rest… "Dead sir" said one of the medics who are making medical operations on my classmate. "Seven bullets in him; two are through his heart."

My coach sighs. He looks to his list and calls the next "Mr. Swain!" My body jumps at the same time shivers with fear. "I wasn't signed up to end my life like this!" My whole body shakes with fear but I try to motivate myself "For your family Byron; you can do this!" I inhale and exhale air heavily.

"Go!" my coach whistles. I run across the room and bullets fire to me. I do parkour to avoid the fast bullets. I did well, actually until they stop firing.

It's time to face the final challenge; dodge the incoming missiles. I continue to run as the missiles launch. I accidentally slip blood from the floor and fall to the ground.

Then the last thing I see are the missiles aiming at me. I raise my hands doing like stop signs. Then missiles hit me exploding me and my surroundings.

I black out. My eyes shut and my body stays still. "Am I already dead?"

I open my eyes slowly, still my hands are up. My eyes widen when I look at my body "Wait, I'm still alive?!" I was protected by some kind of force field that circled and eloped my surrounding about five inches in diameter. My classmates gasp and my coach's jaw drops.

"I wonder where this force field came from." I think "I should be grateful for saving my life."

"H-how a-are you doing that?" my coach terrifies also my classmates; they never saw this before.

"He doesn't know?" I ask myself surprisingly. "Don't tell me…" I think of turning off the barrier and I did; the force field fades before my eyes. I look at my hands and I see some like black magic covering my hands.

Bullets fire again suddenly and I do parkour. I'm tired of this; if I really have the skills, I could really knock down these things. My hands spark and black magic knocks out the fast bullets. "Looks like I'm in a movie!"

I fiercely wave my hand horizontally and like a machine gun, my magic zaps down the bullets continuously. I continue to do parkour while running and zapping magic above, behind and under my body and jumps.

I reach the finish line—what I mean is opening "Yeeessss!" I look back to my classmates and coach who was still terrified "What have you done?"

I looked around the room and I was shock; I destroyed the room. The holes had big "holes" on it and other big holes that I zapped while running. I put my hand on my mouth. "Uh-oh"

"Well done, young man." A voice breaks out behind my classmates. He is lurking in the dark. "You have mastered necromancy in such young age."

"And who are you?" I ask

He steps into the light; it was The One. He looks to my coach. "Take him to my HQ." he says as he goes away "He could be a great addition in our N.O."