The elementalist

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Atlas prov

( The wind whips across your face as you race through barren trees, trying to put some distance between you and the creature chasing you!)

Shadow monster: RAAAAAGHHHHHH!

( The force of the monster's roar shakes the ground beneath your feet! You trip at the edge of a pool of black water, catching a glimpse of your scratched and muddy face in process...)

Atlas: Come on get up. Keep moving!

( You dig you fingers into black soil, pushing yourself toward the mirrior you've been desperatly seeking....)

Atlas: Just... a little... further!

( When sudden the beast crashes through the tree just behind you!)

Shadow monster: RRRRRROOOAAAAGHHHHH!

( You roll onto your back as the the creature thunder's toward your prone body!)

( Out of options, you throw your hands up, and a searing energy pulses through your fingertips!)

Atlas Yuegungterm Trabem!

Andres

( You bolt upright in your bed, clunching your chest.)

Andres: That... That... felt so real!

( Your phone buzzes aggresively on the nightstand, and you look over to see that it's almost ten. And your alarm been going off for almost two hours.)

Andres: Crap! i'm gonna be late for the meeting with my advisor before the first day of freshman year tomorow!

( you Scarmble ut of bed and dash to your closet to throw something on....)

( Once your dressed, you bolt out the door...)

( Not Noticing someone watching you from inside the mirror.)

Atlis: sigh.

( You run into your advisor's office without a moment to spare and drop into the chair acrosss from her desk.)

Andres: Sorry! I overslept.

Ms. Roberton: You're not late, so that's quite alright, Mr...

( She riffles through some papers on desk.)

Andres: Just Andres is fine,

Ms. Roberton: Andres, right. Forgive me. I'm used to dealing with more... Troubled student's.

( She finds the right file and slides behind her dask. As she scans the paiges. she frown.)

Ms. Roberton: By all accounts, you're a perfect student. it's only a day befor school start's, but your grades and atendence are excelent. So i got to ask, Andres. why are you here? So i've got to ask, Andres. Why are you here?

Andres: It's hard to describe. I know I should be happy. But i'm just... not.I try so hard, but no matter what i do, it all feels like.... like i'm sitting in a waiting room or something. And no one ever calls my name.

Ms. Roberton: And... what is exactly that you're waiting for?

Andres: I'm guess i'm looking.... for a life of adventure!

Ms. Roberton: What?

Andres: A life exploring new worlds, collecting ancient artifacts glowing with mysterious powers... that's not to mush to ask, is it?

Ms, Roberton: Those are certainly some... orignal asperations. But i can't help you live in a fantasy world, Andres.

Andres: Yeah i know i'm only joking. I just with i knew what i was looking for. Whatever it is.. it's not this.