Down, down, down. I land neatly on the balls of my feet. Ahead of me, I see a lit passageway; filled with candles. I run on and on and on, until I see the end of the tunnel. Out of no-where, a man starts approaching me. I instantly pounce and twist him into position ten.
'Oof', he says. 'I think you're ready.'
I stand up and brush down my knees.
'Ready for what?' I ask.
'Hope,' he says. 'You are ready to go to the academy.'
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Spied On
AdventurePeople say Im sneaky, hard to be found. Well that's a good thing. Especially when you go to a school for spies.
