Javosky

1. Broken

Soft wind, green grass and clear blue skies. That's what I saw when I thought about the Principle. The Principle was where we are sent when we reach the age of 16, to earn our way in the world.

But no one returned.

I smile and open my eyes. My imagination is insanely huge, but that is my Javosky. An imagination huge enough to swallow the world whole. And my imagination is more than just that..... It can change the world as I imagine it. I am the most powerful 16 year old in Gordal. And I know it.

But being powerful doesn't keep the nerves in. I sit shivering in my seat, straining to hear my name.

"Rosalie Suen Caroll" the soft musical voice says. Her voice is meant to soothe us, but I was always taught that beauty is deception. And I understand.

I clench my fists. No point in being nervous, Rose, I tell myself, and muttering it as a charm, I get up.

I am led to a room, covered in glass. Strike that, it's made of glass.

Soft as ice. As I think these words, the room shudders and is suddenly cold.

I try to clear my head. No. It is made of glass, that won't break.

As this thought leaves my head, the room returns to normal.  I breathe in deeply. My Javosky-my power-is powerful, but power without control is dangerous. And I don't know how to control it.

A woman is standing in the middle of the room. "Your test shall start now."

I know what test she's talking about. It is this test that will sort through my Javoskies and decide where I belong - Athophris, Saronphil, or Bridnem.

I nod, and she vanishes into thin air.

I am in the same room, but the glass surrounds me. There is no escape. A door I hadn't seen before opens, and a young man steps out. He is wearing deep blue robes, that shimmer as he walks."Welcome" he says, his voice is rich and flowing."Have a seat."

I want to. I want to sit. I want to do anything this man says.

It is then I realize. He is an Athophris. Athophris's can charmspeak- that is, force you with mere words-, beautify something horrible to make you attracted to a death trap and even make you fall in love with someone or something you hate. They are deceivers.

I close my eyes and use my Javosky, my imagination, and see the man with his mouth covered by a piece of cloth.

When I open my eyes, he stands there, his mouth covered and his hands tied. He can't control me anymore. He dissolves into powder and I know.

I have passed the first stage.