Knights of Sylvainia(going through editing)

Chapter one

"Oh, yay..." a light laugh escapes my lips as I get a good view. Muddy training ground; old, cracked stone barracks; giant, stone castle with a grand, white oak in the center and sprawling above the walls; large, tumbling stable and green, sweeping pastures. A short, stubby man with white/grey hair and short pepper/salt beard walks toward me.
"Hello," the man says in a calm, low tone, "You must be Astilstar. Pleased to meet you. I am Lord Rosheria, your commander and king of this small empire of healers,Knights, and blacksmiths. All elite classes; no one here gives half effort. you will give 100 percent everyday."
"And how will I know what class I will be?" I ask, hoping there was some way out of all this. Just as I asked a tall man in a dark cloak covering shiny gold armor, and a black tabard with an intricate looking cross in Snow White crossing over it, strides forward.
" I will choose your class. You shall be put through a test and your fate will decide your role here." his deep voice booming from the helmet on his head, guessing he is Commander Malinfacince. A test, huh? I follow him into the large, brass doors of the castle, imprints of dragons breathing black smoke splitting as the doors swing open. Walking into the Great Hall, the large, white oak creaks in the light breeze; its grand branches holding up the many levels of the castle. A small wooden door, with intricate patterns covering it's face, sits in the cracked stone behind the tree.
"Your test awaits you. There are 3 doors behind this main one, one holds each class. Once you go through a door, you may NOT return to choose a different path. Choose wisely." Commander Malinfacine booms, deep voice echoing off the walls. He's eyeing me with the same look my father gives me when he knows I've done something to cause trouble. He puts a rough hand on my back and shoves me forward toward the door. Taking the bumpy, metal handle, I stumble through into a poorly lit hallway. 3 rooms glow dimly a little ways up. The first room has a bright, awake feel to it; stepping inside, an overwhelming bookish smell fills my noise. Books like shelves that go from the floor to the roof; so much knowledge. It was dizzingly overwhelming, simply too much, so I stepped out and chose to take a peek into the next room. The smell of steel drifts toward me, weaponry hangs off the walls; maps cover the tables, war strategies fill the yellowed paper. Violence, death, blood. I have to see the last room before I choose. The third room had a bright, orange glow that moved in an in and out pattern that made it look alive and pulsing. As I stepped into the light, the fire bloomed higher. A triangle room with a heavy leather smell was in front of me, a small, diamond-shaped forge in the center.
"I'm not creative, nor do I love to read and learn, so my role must lie in the second, steel- walled room." I say aloud, trying to sort my ever spinning thoughts out. The only option I actually have is to play fairy tale knight. Could this really be my true fate? I stand there in the dim hall before the war room, debating. Shaky step by shaky step, I tumble toward the door at the back of the room, past the maps, past the weapons, into the darkness

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