The Trainee

Chapter One

You are walking to the library like you always do after training. You had a few things that you wanted to research starting with the three very different legions you would have to choose from once you graduate. If you graduate. You pass a group of girls as you walk between the lecture halls and you notice the largest one looking at you.

"Hey [last name]," a voice calls to you. "Don't you have any respect for your elders? You don't engage and keep walking. Suddenly there are hands on your shoulders and you see your books fall to the ground. "I was talking to you nerd."

You turn and see Annabella Carpenter staring you down. "You aren't older than me Annabella." You sigh. "I'm older by three months."

Annabella stops and counts. "Oh so now you're a smart ass too huh. I'll show you what happens to your kind around here. Grab her!"

Before you can move, hands clamp down on you. Not again. You don't have time for this. A fist hits your gut and you go forward. Someone's knee connects with your face and you feel the blood begin to pour.

"Three points to Grace for drawing blood first." Someone calls out. Grace feigns a modest thank you.

Their laughter is sickening as you hear the crunching of your nose. That is the third time they've broken it since training began. Someone winds their fist into your [hair color and texture] hair and it's now a free for all on your face. Soon you are on the ground and quickly find out that someone invested in steel toe boots. 'That'll leave a nasty mark' you think to yourself. Then you hear running.

From a distance a voice breaks through the din. "What the hell is going on here?"

You hear Annabella panic. "Shit! Pack it up girls. We got company."

With a parting kick to your back you hear them scatter. Moments later another set of boots run past following your retreating attackers. Slowly opening your eyes, you see no one there and try to make a hasty exit. As you gather your now trampled on books and papers, you hear someone coming back. Not looking up you brace for impact, but, instead of a boot or a fist, you get words.

"Hey. You ok kid?" Looking up you see a boy with black shaggy hair and dark blue eyes looking down at you.

"I'm Samson." The stranger said. "Need a hand?" Without waiting for a response he gathers up your remaining books and stacks them next to you. Then he reaches for your arms. "Here, let me help you up." He lifts you up slowly and dusts you off a bit. "You aren't much of a talker are you?"

You stare at him blankly. You could feel the energy radiating off of him. Suddenly your vision goes black.