After school, Alea hopped on her bike (case in hand) and sped off into the mountains. She got to the top of the mountain, and waited. And waited, and waited, and waited and waited. Then, finally, the next day, an old, fat, grumpy looking man appeard. He had a long, grey, puffy beard. In the beard was a name tag. It said 'Hello my name is... Carter Thompson', along with some crumbs of what seemed to be a cupcake. She pulled out the French Horn and pointed to it and said, "Are we going to play?" The man nodded his head, turned his little cloud towards the direction of this castle looking figure, and floated away. Alea picked up her stuff and ran in the direction of the man.
Once Alea got done, they both walked to the edge of the mountain. As they walked, Alea saw that his little cloud was slowing fading. Little by little, inch by inch. "Master Thompson, why is your cloud fading?" Alea said. "The head master of frenching said that if one of my students doesn't succeed in the test, he will take my powers from me and all my students." Alea then told him she wanted to train so hard that she wanted to be the one would take the test in front of the head frenchest and his assistance. And so she went, on her way to her house, not knowing that she, in fact, was "the chosen one".
