The Magisterium

Chapter 1

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Warning- This chapter contains course language (words such as f*** and sh**). Readers be warned.

50 years later...
"Callum Hunt." A voice said waking me up abruptly. "Get up."
"What???" I said in a groggy voice only just having woken up.
"Its choosing day!" its time to elect our new leader. This got me up. I arose from my slumber and cursed as I walked away from the thatched hut. He remembered when he had woken up here. Him and ten others had appeared on this strange tropical island with no memory of anything. They didn't even know their own names. They chose them first week in. He had chosen Callum Hunt as he had liked the sound of it. It had brought back memories. Memories he couldn't quite remember. Like they were from a different life.
"Callum..." A voice said awakening him from his daze. "Shut your trap and move, you swines ass!" God I hated him. His name was Thomas. He never chose a last name. He said that he was too good to have a last name. God he was a dick and of course, like every other year he was going to be elected leader because every other person on this island was intimidated by him. Not that there was many left on the island. There was only 6 left from the previous 10. They had either been killed off by wild animals or gone into the enemy territory and never returned. Either way we had no answer to how we got here or who brought us here. We had no hope for getting out, the only thing we could do was prey and hope we survive. The chances for survival though were very slim. I arrived at the seating area and stared at the golden bowl resting on the podium. It was time. The worst time of the year. It was Choosing Day. We all sat down on a rock and looked onwards the stone wall surrounding the bowl. Today marked the 2nd year that they had been on this island. They arrived on the beach not far from here whilst they were all 12. It was a new beginning. Just not the best beginning. Thomas walked in from behind the wall and looked at the small people gathered here today.
"Welcome," he began saying his usual choosing day speech. "to the magisterium!!!" That was the name that everyone had elected to call this retch of a place.
"I know that you all know me but i'll still introduce myself anyway. My name is Thomas and I've been leader of this island for the past two years. Today we are going to elect a new leader. It may be me or it may be someone else." at this he glared at the crowd surrounding him. "Now. As you know I can not vote myself as I was the previous leader. I will call you up individually and you can place your vote into the bowl." He called them up one by one. Finally it was my turn and I walked up to the bowl. I grabbed the piece of coal and scribbled on a leaf. I wrote down the name of Thomas as happened every year. I then sat down and waited. Thomas stood back up and announced that it was my turn to call out the names. I stood up and walked towards the bowl. I stuck my hand in and rustled it around. I grabbed at a leaf and pulled it out. Of course it said Thomas. I did this again but strangely it didn't have Thomas. It said...
Callum.
I didn't know whether to say my name and let the truth out or to tell a flat out lie. If I told the truth then we would no longer have Thomas as leader but if I said my name then we would anger him and endanger everyone on the island (he was a bit of a rage freak). He gulped and decided on the best thing to do.
"Callum..." he said. He looked at all the faces and was surprised to find that not one of them was astounded by this simple fact. All but Thomas. He quickly grabbed at the next sheet and picked it up to distract Thomas before he went spastic. He saw it and this one said Callum to. So did the next one, and the next and all the others in there.Callum took a long deep breath and tried to avoid eye contact with Thomas. "And the new leader of the magisterium is... Callum Hunt."
Thomas leaped from his seat glaring at Callum with a piercing stare. Ruby and Ben arose from their seats and grabbed Thomas pulling him back. Thomas was red at the face trying to escape the firm grip of Bens hands. He calmed down enough for them to convince him to go back to his new hut. As he walked down the path he looked back at Callum and moved his finger across his neck in a motion that signifies slicing a throat. He stormed off in a mad storm and Callum stood there in a daze. He was dead tonight and he knew it. He awoke from his daze and walked onwards to his new found hut. The leaders cabin. He looked around his cabin and saw that this cabin contained a basin of water that was made of what Callum assumed was a very large leaf. He walked towards it and saw the reflection of a tall skinny boy at 14 years of age with light brown hair and brown eyes. He dipped his hands in the basin rippling the water and erasing his reflection. He washed his face and made his way over to the left side of the island to hunt with the others. Callum awoke from and hit his head on the low laying roof and stared around at the strange room he was not yet used to being in.
"Shit!" He exclaimed. He hadn't meant to fall asleep. He wasn't sure why but he had a feeling that something bad was going to happen. Whether it be the fact that he had just replaced Thomas as the new leader or the unsettling eeriness emitting from the nearby cabins. Then he heard it...
The sound of screams as a loud gunshot was heard. He leaped out of bead and bolted out the door. "Fuck!!!" He yelled. He ran down the path and looked back at his pursuers. They were large men with what seemed to be a large gun each being carried in the right hand. They aimed it at Callum as he ducked behind a nearby bush. A huge bolt of energy was shot from one of the guns and it cam so close to Callum that it singed off some of his chest hair. He looked down at his shorts and saw a flame emitting from its hem.
"Shit!!!" He yelled and ran down into the bush hoping that the ocean was nearby... He dashed down the hill, overhanging branches smacking him in the face, his pursuers hot on his tail. He eventually made it to a stream were he dived into it and sat at the bottom waiting. He had learnt to hold his breath as it was a crucial hunting technique. He sat and waited. He heard voices from above the surface. He sat and waited until they disappeared and they eventually did. He rose to the surface not being able to hold his breath any longer and looked around. He quickly darted up the hill and into the leaders hut and looked at the weapons stored in the cupboard. He decided to choose his weapon of choice. The bow. He grabbed the bow and a sheathe of arrows when he decided to grab a knife for extra precautions. Then he ran. He ran as far away as he could. He kept on running until he could no longer breath. Then he saw them. The large men were dragging the people of the island. His buddies. The only people he knew. His family...
Then he saw Thomas. He was a being hung over the shoulder of one of the men, his body rigged and limp. The Callum saw the hole through Thomas' chest. It was then that the sudden realism hit Callum. Thomas was dead and soon they all would be...

Sorry the chapters are so short. I just don't have much time as of late seeings the fact that i'm trying to juggle homework, starting at a new school during year 7, hanging out with mates as well as writing this book. Thank you for understanding (I hope). The next chapter should be released either tonight or tomorrow morning. Thank you.