The Seven Kingdoms

Chapter 3

Waldemar walked through town. Today was busy, because today the magic games were to begin. Not that he cared, he just wanted to go to school. The magical games are in a large stadium where witches and wizards compete against each other. Bighart has been crowned the winner of the games for 3 years in a row. He, with the fastest broom, easily won the race through the swamps surrounding Wetleaf. He also won the magic contest and also won the eating contest. I don't know why that's a thing, but hey. Waldemar flew to school on his broom that his father had given him. His friends were already there, because he overslept a bit. "Waldemar, hurry up, you're too late again!" That was the director. His name is Magicstick and he is an old fool. "Yes, I am already coming"; Waldemar said. He flew in and sat in his chair. Waldemar was the oldest in the class because he had been sitting for 6 years. If he stayed again this year, he would have to join the army. And he had another week, and it looked like he had to go into the army. He was already 17 years old, but he was just too lazy to do anything for school. "Okay class, today is Waldemar's last day. We consulted and decided that you will go to the military because you are doing next to nothing. "" That's better than being in this stupid class "; Waldemar said. "Waldemar, there's someone from the army in the library. You'll be in the army starting today, so be proud to join the army. "" Finally in the army, and not this stupid class. I'm okay with it. "So then Waldemar walked over to the library. "Greetings, young student. My name is Grat. I'll take you to the army, but you have to be careful. Because from now on life will not be as easy as before, hopefully you already know that. You will learn magic, but also fight, defend and other important things. So you will first undergo a 2-year training. "" Well, how difficult. "Three days later the time had come. Waldemar walked to the large army building with a bag containing everything he needed. Now it is going to be fun; Waldemar thought. As long as it becomes a challenge, I'm fine with it.