Burst

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POV of Aunty Agatha
Thunder and rain raged outside, I would have said it was raining cats and dogs if this annoying creativity law isn't here. Then the doorbell rang, it's sheer shrillness, shrillness i like that word, jolsted me out of my thoughts. I groggily sat down my mug of rum and stood up, making me feel the years. The planks creaked as I walked. Creak creak creak. Oh how I loved to write before all this 'Creativity is dangerous' nonsense. I opened the door, expecting some boring salesperson but instead what greeted me stole my heart and melted it. No, that isn't strong enough, he pulverised it. At the doorstep was a basket, inside the basket was a baby wrapped inside a pale blue blanket. I picked him up and a folded piece of paper fell out. I picked it up and unfolded it, what was inside will change my life forever. The letter began with. You shall name this child, Lake.
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POV of Lake
The javelins whistle past me barely missing my head.
More projectiles kept flying.
I bobbed.
I weaved.
Bobbed and weaved.
You would think that I was in the middle of a war but I'm only sixteen and with this thought a ball finnaly knocked me over. It hit me square in the stomach and I dropped onto the sandy floor of the colleseum like a bee getting wet with rain. My eyes amazingly didn't get any sand in them but my mouth, oh that's a different story. I tried to stand up but once I got a little bit of height my knees buckled against my weight making me crash down and also feeding me another mouthful of yummy, gritty sand. I lay there as the Reddies, beacuse their uniforms were red, brought me to the  MedBay. Aunt Agatha will surely have my head  this time. Then my vision narrowed to a point, this must be worse than I thought.
When I came to be, the first thing that hit me was the smell. The good old clinical smell of Antiseptics and Disinfectant. The next thing I felt was the probing robotic arms that went through my whole body, getting close to places I don't want it too. Oh my Cerris, they only use the RegenBay on people who were severely injured. Like broken limb injured and my whole body is in it! I kicked the glass encasing me with my foot, trying to catch the attention of the Reddie nearby. The Reddie turned around and with the enthusiasm of a rock she opened the RegenBay. A hiss sounded indicating that the RegenBay was in a higher pressure state than the surrounding air but most peopel don't know that. "You seem better now so scram and if you want to know what happened to you report back to your instructor. Now!" She said with even less enthusiasm some how.
I walked out of the MedBay, trying to shake the groginess out of my head. Estimating by how the Reddies had to drug me, the RegenBay should've taken the most part of the day. I found my way to my instructor's Office. Mr. Lambursun or Mr. Lamb for short. Never has a name been so wrong about a person.
I knocked on the door.
Mr. Lamb grunts indicating I could come in.
I opened the door and stepped inside.
Mr. Lamb pointed to the seat opposite him, he looked at me with daggers for eyes.
I sat down and steeled myself for the reprimanding I would recieve.
But it never came. Instead he asked, "Now do you understand why you should never prank" he said the word with such distaste, "the High Chancellor of Werris." I wanted to say no with as much venom I could muster but this tired demeanour of this retired general and a general of 2nd Force at that, suprised me.
So instead I said with honey in my voice, "Yes sir! I will never do this again!"
"You are dismissed, Lake. Remember Lake, The Trials are coming you're already sixteen." Mr. Lamb replied.
I slinked out of the room, his words remaining in my mind. The Trials! It slipped my mind. The Trials for the Princess Of Cerris and The Trials to see where you place in society, that was why the High Chancellor came. I sighed at the thought, I'll be leaving Aunt Agatha in a few weaks time. Tears began to form on my eyes as I reached my room. I opened the door careful not to wake my roomate and best friend, Blade. He was one of the few people who didn't partake in my punishment. I went into the toilet to wash up. After I washed up I crashed into my bed. Sleep came late for me that night