Chapter 3- Whitney

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                After the giant jamacian and learning of mutant blood I thought my day could not get any weirder, then the bonfire started, there was so much weirdness in just five minutes than there was in my intire life time. There were people disapearing into wind, people flying in the wind, peole turning into racoons, people thorwing wind into people so they fall off their logs and start laughing their syco heads off. The only person who kept me sane was Richard, he wouldn't stop making dumb jokes and telling stupid camp ghost stories. All the head cabin counslers handed out trays of pb&j sandwiches with apples and orange juice for supper. Everyone ate supper fast and then just talked and played with the fire, I could've shown them how to really play with fire but I decided against it. Then Mr. Flaarity showed up and started giving people nuggies and hugging the air out of them. He talked with the kids and tried to fit in as much as possible but it was hard because he looked like Hagrid from Harry Potter. Then he started talking and things got a little interesting for me.

"Hello everyone. Sit sit, all of you! I have some exciting news." Everything went quiet as he talked. "We have a new recruit! Please stand Witney Evens!" I was caught offguard and stood with the apple still in my mouth. I dropped it quickly as a couple people snickered. "Her age is 15 and she is a (pause for effect)," Some people laughed at the last comment but many people stayed quiet. "keeper of the blaze." Many people gasped and I think one person actualy fell off his log. People were impressed and frightened, all I could think was 'fancy title for a freak'. There was a lot of whispering until Mr.Flarity held up his hands for silence. "Yes, i know I know, a rare find and we will still treat her with respect eh, now, her ranking will be held after the bonfire, counslers, pleas get ready for the fight, any counsler willing to help her?'' Richard was the first to raise his hand so Mr.Flarity pointed at him. "Great, now all students who are not counslers please report to the colloseum bleachers, counslers, you will walk over to the armory and get set. Richard, please choose well for her." He claped his hands together and I'm guessing that is the excsusal for the campers because evryone scurrried off. Richard took her hand and lead her away to the colloseum. This time instead of turning left he went right, down the stairs and this room was full of armor-not weapons. He held up a breast plate and a helmot, I tried them on and they fit perfectly. Then he put on armor for himself. Counsler for rank 4, I almost forgot. "We start in about 5 mminutes, we should get going." He motioned me to follow him and we walked into the sandy arena. "You stay in the middle." I stood there and watched him run over to a bench where the other counslers sat. Mr.Flarity was sitting high up in the bleachers like where a king might sit. He spoke into a microphone and everyone went quiet again.

"Welcome Everyone to the ranking ceromony! Witney Evens, what is you weapon of choice?!" I unsheathed my dagger and held it up.

"The dagger of the south!" Many people laughed when he said the word dagger but I knew this would work best for me, somehow I knew. "Counsler of rank 1! Take your place!" A skinny girl that was about an inch shorter than me walked towards me, she wouldn't have been intimidating if she wasn't carrying a sword and didn't have a murdorus look in her eyes. "Powers allowed and please, no dying. Fight!" The girl lunged at me with her sword above my head. I set my whole body ablaze and swung my dagger at her torsoe. She stumbled backward with burn marks on her face. The stadium was dead quiet and so was my opponite. She looked even more angry and jumped at me agian, this time throwing wind into my chest. I fell in the sand and it extinguished my fire, I held tight on my dagger and stood again. A ball of fire sat in my hand and I threw it at her stomach, she fell the wind knocked out of her. Her breast plate was now black and she was still struggaling for air. Her sword lay at her side. I set my whole body ablaze and walked towards her. I grabed her sword and she screamed as the heat of my fire was so close to her. I held her sword above my head and the stadium looked just as stuned as I felt.It was quiet until they finaly pulled their selves together enought to cheer.

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