SHORT CHAPTER
What was the Choosing going to be like? Adults were secretive about the way the Choosing of Paths ceremony went. Would the group decide themselves, or was it something else? There was a small carved piece of marble in front of me.
" Place your palms on top." The Chooser instructed. The stone felt cold and Villagers lined one side of the Hall, whilst newly Chosen teens sat solemnly on the other side. I espied quite a few on the Path of Agriculture, a more common Path for us in more rural regions. There were also Officers and a lucky Healer huddled together. So far so good. I hoped I wouldn't be the embarrassing exception. Dragging my feet across the silt carpet as dignifiedly as I could manage, I made my way to the Chooser, who sat next to a group of village elders, some who were familiar faces. The one who would berate me for my misbehaviour. The one who bought milk at the farmer's market every Tuesday. Some told stories around the campfire. forward, "You... may need to go overseas."
I gasped. Considering my situation, there would only be one reason why I had to go overseas– the Path of the Guard. I was an average student at best, but I didn't deserve that kind of job. If it was work at the local prison, I wouldn't mind. I would still be spending my time with humans, not enemy trolls.
" Look, girl, the stone says you are Chosen to be the Path of the Warrior."
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Chosen Warrior
FantasyMinnow never really needed to think about her future. It looked secure and steady as a rock. An orphan in a rural village, fostered by a loving family, there was no reason why she should be worried. Even with the inter-species war raging. Until...
