The Wicked Trial | Wickeds Vs. Morals Short Story

Chapter 2

Chapter 2

       We had been on the train for over an hour, and we still hadn't come to the end of the train tracks yet, meaning the trial was definitely going to take a couple of days. Part of me was honestly wanting to stay at the end of the train tracks and never return back home to the fort.

       I was still happy Opal packed a lot of food, because I was already starting to get hungry and we hadn't even done anything except for sitting on the train. She gave each of us an apple to snack on to gain a bit of energy for the start of the trial.

       "Hey, Grimm?" Lance asked. "Any chance you can teleport?"

       I snorted. "I wish." That would have made the trial a lot easier. Then again, the chief probably wouldn't have let me on the trial having known I could teleport.

       "What kind of sorcerer are you?" Lance asked.

       "One that can't teleport," I said. "Like all sorcerers. What kind of sorcerer are you?"

       Lance sighed, knowing he walked right into it. "I'm not one."

       "Oh, that's a shame," I said with a small smirk. 

       A lot of people didn't understand how I became a sorcerer. I didn't even understand. Yes, both my parents were sorcerers so it would have passed down to me, but the leader of Peyetia didn't want that happening. Too much damage had been done to both the Wicked and Moral side because of people being able to control magic, so a serum was given to all sorcerers and sorceresses to prevent them for passing their magic onto their children.

       Somehow, the serum didn't stop the magic from being passed down to me, but it didn't get passed down to Arcadia.

       Arcadia didn't mind at all. She did admit that she would have loved to have magic but at the same time, she didn't think she could handle the pressure. I could rarely handle the pressure due to our parents, and I was a lot more vigorous.

       Opal sighed and rested her head back against her seat. "When are we going to get there? I cant believe I'm saying this, but I just want to get the trial started."

       "Same here," I said. "A few days without my parents breathing down my spine. Sounds luxurious."

       "Come on, they can't be that bad," Opal said.

       "Not that bad?" I asked. "They were excited when Arcadia's name was called, and I offered to go with her. There's a chance we can die. Then again, that would be a lot better than going back home."

       "Don't say that, Grimm," Arcadia said. "I....I don't want to die."

       "Relax, Ar, I was kidding," I said. "We're not going to die. The trial probably is just going to be trap after trap, so we just have to be careful. Keep an eye out. Try not to die."

       "I hate making this joke, but you really live up to your name," Arcadia said, and I just shrugged in reply.

       Quite suddenly, the train got to a halt and the doors swung open. This was it. The trial was going to begin as soon as we stepped foot off of the train.

       I was the first to get up and walk off of the train to see where we were. The others followed and stood behind me, which was right before the doors to the train slammed shut. There was no going back now.

       There was never a chance to go back.

       We were standing at the edge of a forest with a sign on a tree painted in red layering, The Wicked Trial commences.