The Tested

Chapter One

My name is Alison Garet, and I am now sixteen years old. I watched as my parents were killed by an unjust government. I lived by my self until I was eight. Every year, by order of the new president Emile Hyacynthus, all children who turn sixteen must take part in an exam. It tests us, not only to see which elements' power we were born with, but to see if we are strong enough to join the camps, and help get ready for a pending war. But the rules of this exam were twisted and cruel, and above all, false. Me and my best friend Cody, are up for the exams this year. By all luck, we shall survive, and live to uncover the lies hidden behind these walls.

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She sat there, waiting for her turn. It was a small room, but big enough for the group of twenty that gathered there. Chairs littered the place, as people threw tantrums, or just cried aways their worries. She sat, with the rest, waiting for her name to be called for the Test. Quietly, she read her book, listening to the rambles of Cody, and his worrisome butt. "Anything could be in there, so please be careful would you Ali?" he said. She gave him a look, saying what she didn't have to say out loud. Shut up. "Don't you give me that look, Ali, ok. I know you're this fancy thrower, but don't think for a second that I'll leave you alone!" he told me. The intercom buzzed. "ALISON GARET, PLEASE ENTER THE ROOM. LEAVE ALL BELONGINGS IN THIS ROOM," said the voice of an annoyed woman. She smiled at Cody, "Guess I have to take my leave," she told him. He frowned. "But really, stay safe,". She closed her book and walked over to the black door. The room was about the same size as the previous room, but its walls were black and lined top to bottom with weapons. She grinned, and she saw the options list. Everything. They had everything from bows to knives, to axes and spears. Seeing that she only had the maximum choice for two different weapons, she quickly grabbed a wooden set of bows and arrows, and at least a hundred throwing knives. Within ten minutes, she had hidden all of the knives in different hidden pockets without her outfit. She loved combat, as it was the only way for her to relieve some stress. With this many weapons, it was obvious that the Testers wanted people to feel comfy, as it would most 7definitly be a hard opponent. "PLEASE MAKE YOUR WAY TO THE BACK DOOR," the annoyed woman continued. And when she opened the door, she immediately saw her surroundings and ducked. It was like a desert but filled with boxes. The only thing they would provide me with was a hiding spot. And even that wouldn't be useful if that creature decided to destroy it. Nevertheless, she ran to one of the piles in a corner and hid. Space was vast, but she knew that she wouldn't be able to run away, not that she wanted to. She carefully lifted her head up the smallest bit, too see what she had to face. It was obviously an Eyed monster. In this world, there were three basic kinds of Demons. Ones that were Eyed, ones that had powers of some sort, and ones that rule over others. The ones that ruled over other Demons of lesser power, well, they were on a whole other level, and not a single person has come back alive from attempting to kill one. Their usual nicknames were Patrons. Those with powers of some sort, we called Expellers, and eyed Demons were usually just called eyed Demons. (The real name was too complicated for people to speak). She started to count, then realized it was futile. It was covered in eyes. She sighed. This Demons strength was based solely on the number of eys it had. Pretty lame right? But she had fought with a twenty eyed Demon before, and it was dangerous. She estimated it had at least eighty eyes, on all on the surfaces she could see. Thus forth, Its ability was somewhere in the hallucinations range. Even though it was only a hallucination, she thought she remembered something about hallucinations that could kill a person. But she must have been losing it. There was just no way that was possible right? The Demon turned her way, almost as if it could smell her, which it probably could. She ducked again, holding her breath. She nocked an arrow, ready to send it flying when an idea formed in her head. She pulled off her hair tie, letting her black hair fall loosely over her shoulders. Her face, toffee colored, turned a bit white with the thought of this plan not working. But hey, she was always making stupid plans, and they usually worked out. She used her hair tie and flung it at the Demon, and before it could even understand what was going on, she had moved to hide under another area of boxes. She pulled out as many throwing knives as she could hold in her hands. In a flash, they disappeared, and the Demon roared in pain. She sent another round right after, knowing that they would hit their mark. Calculating the distance and judging by the sounds of the roars, it had moved twenty- three degrees to the left. She grinned as the third and final round left her fingers. She had been named the city's fastest knife thrower at the age of seven for a reason, right? She nocked an arrow in her bow and stood. Arrows went flying at the already wounded Demon. As it fell to the ground. She picked up its weapon, a thin katana blade, and stabbed it, making sure it had stopped all movement. She knelt beside it to take a closer look when it stuck its tongue out. She was disgusted to see it even had an eye there. But the realization hit her too late. She was already trapped in its illusion. Crud. How could she have let her guard down? The white haze slowly transformed into a room. A bedroom to be exact. And she realized that it was her bedroom. She could feel a tear rolling down her cheek. Pain in her gut, slowly growing. It was the night of her parent's murder. She couldn't take this and tried to close her eyes, but they wouldn't shut. She watched as her parents were murdered. She could still feel the grip on the sword and plunged it down, into what, she had no idea. Everything disappeared, and she was brought back into reality. She looked down and saw that she had stabbed the Demon once again, and this time, also slit its throat, destroying all possibility of it still being alive. She looked down once again, and realize that the pain in her gt wasn't from the memory of her parent's death, but the knife that now resided there. She tried to stand up, but the pain made her double over. She got on her knee and yelped as she pulled out the knife. It must have gotten it from one of its wounds. The last thing she saw was her blood-covered knife.