The Reconfiguring

Prologue

"Welcome to Membership. First things first, we will give you a quiz and then dye your hair based on the results. Follow me," the lady with neon orange hair directed. All the initiators had orange hair. It was their job. Phiganon was only seven years old, but that was the age you became a member of Arrekaan. Phiganon ran his hand through his light blonde hair for probably the last time. His mother gave him an encouraging smile, then let go of his hand. Taking a deep breath, Phiganon started following the initiator.

The initiator led him through hallways full of orange-haired people, but most of them were women. Phiganon knew exactly why. Men participated in The Draft from ages 7-30. Which meant, Phiganon was eligible.

Finally, the woman stopped in front of a door.

"This is where you will take the quiz. Once you are done, another initiator will come and continue Membership process." the woman opened the door, and Phiganon hesitantly stepped in. There was a small chair in the middle of the room. Common sense told him he should sit down.

"Here's the tablet your quiz is on. Just turn it on and begin," the initiator said. She then smiled and left the room. Phiganon turned the tablet on. Immediately, a question popped up.

"Q1: do you feel common sense is important?"

'Well, duh,' Phiganon thought, rolling his eyes. He pressed the answer choice with "yes" on it.

"Q2: Do you feel sympathy for those you don't know?"

'Who doesn't?' he thought, pressing "yes" again.

"Q3: Which is most important? The past, present, or future?"

This one was a tough one. Finally, after much consideration, he pressed the "future" answer choice. The question faded out, and two words popped up.

"Thank you."

The tablet turned off and Phiganon sat back in his chair. Which profession would he get? Would he be a Burly, initiator, teacher, or Draft sorter? Just then, a man with light orange hair stepped in.

"We have your results."

The man turned his tablet so Phiganon could see it. Phiganon almost fainted on the spot. His dark purple eyes almost didn't stay open.

He was a Draft sorter.

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Author's Note:

So how do you guys like it so far? Tell me if you spot any typos or things like that. I'm not going to do an Author's Note at the end of each chapter, just when I feel it necessary. Tell me what you like, dislike, that stuff. This is my first story, so I hope you like it, and sorry this is so short! It's just the prologue; the chapters are longer. I'll update as soon as possible!

-Kagiemd