New Discovery

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Carmen's POV***

I walk through the hallway aimlessly. Where am I supposed to go? What does 'the place that is the widest' mean? As far as I know, the only place that's big where you can see the moon is the training field, but that seems a little too easy... I guess it never hurts to look through.

I push through the exit doors, into the cold night. I'm swiftly reminded that all I'm wearing are shorts and a crop top. That's definitely a great outfit for fall. I roll my eyes at myself, I just woke up in the medical wing after having a severe concussion, to only find out I have no remaining injuries, the nurse is a freaking agent, and I was excepted into the Elites; and yet, I'm still able to make poor decisions in clothing. Despite that, my outfit is the mandatory dress code for P.E. This has definitely been a great first day as a sophomore!

The track field is eerily silent and empty, there's not a single bit of trash that would point out the Ranking Trials. How on Earth do the Janitors do it? It takes a moment before my eyes are settled in the darkness before I can see past the field itself. The woods that surround my school are incredibly quiet. A smart thing to do would be to find a tall place to perch and look around. I think back to the street light I had been sitting on earlier. It was pretty tall, and I could see all of the fights...

Five minutes later I'm standing upright on the street lamp surveying the area around me. If I were the Elites, where would I be? Well, they would have to train somewhere where no one could find them easily...I look back to the woods before gazing back at the school. Somewhere they could hide easily if they needed to. Once again, my gaze lands on the woods.

The woods stretch on for hundreds of miles around the school. It's part of the reason why they chose this specific location. If I was training to be an assassin, that's where I'd be. Besides, no one hardly ever goes in the forest anyway, but the question is, in which direction is the spot?

I look around straining my eyes to see every detail and possible light that could be emitted from the woods. Suddenly, a black figure darts out of the track locker rooms sprinting into the forest. Bingo.

I slide down the long beam, fireman style before sprinting after the person, whoever may be. I hope I'm not following someone in a cult. The last thing I need is to be sacrificed in some kind of weird ritual along with a headless chicken. My body feels strangely well for exerting itself today. Almost like its ready for some more action.

Deep inside my core, I sense friction building up from running when I entered the forest. I cringe inwardly imagining sparks lighting up the area around me. Automatically I stop, crouching low to the ground. Footprints...are there any footprints? To my surprise, there are actually many pairs of footprints all leading in the same direction. Were people following each other or something?

I stand up again placing my hand on a pine tree. The woods around me are dense and thick, this has definitely got to be the right spot. Slowly, I follow the footprints in anticipation. The person I was following is now long gone, but that's fine. I'm not worried for anyone to try to ambush me. There'd be no point, that's like angering a mama bear.

I walk for at least twenty minutes before I come across fresher tracks and some broken branches. Someone was sure in a hurry. I wish I had some kind of watch, I'm dying to know what time it is. I walk faster, don't want to be late.

All of a sudden it feels like I'm walking through some kind of gelatin. The area around me is thick and transparent, and very hard to walk through. I step back out of the wall disoriented. What the frick was that?

There's nothing there except more woods... Hesitantly, I push my hand in front of me feeling around. There! I feel the wall again! I look at my hand shocked feeling the area in front of me. It's some kind of shield or something. A shot of adrenaline and excitement take over my body and before I know it, I slam myself against the wall.

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