Never again, will I say this. Stories that don't crack jokes or smart remarks are too boring. What? It's true! Now that I finally know how to start this story properly (yeah, right!), I guess I'll have to introduce myself.
My name is: UNKNOWN. My age is: UNKNOWN. My favorite food is: pizza. I absolutely hate: Ginger tea. Have you ever tried one of them? Well, it's a new remedy my doctor recommended and it it SUPER spicy! For you, probably not. Me, well, my tongue is still burning even after I put three spoonfuls of honey and a quarter cup (a regular one, not the measuring one) of water.
And FYI, (For Your Info) I'm still sick with a stupid on and off fever, so I have to be subjected to this fantastic tea. So much fun being me, no? Anyway, my friend and hero of this story wants me to get a move on with this thing, and I don't want to find myself waking up to find a bunch of birds in my clothes again. My mother had taken one glance at them the last time it happened, and immediately thought some ghost had possessed them to making them fly like crazy around the house.
Now where to start . . . Where? The biggest question of them all . . . I know! I'll start with the Castor Academy Entrance Exams! Most authors would just go on and explain about how they're not normal tests, and that they're magic duels, or you have to have to make a dragon's egg hatch. You should keep note that I'm not an ordinary writer and that this isn't Harry Potter.
So, let the games begin! Enjoy!
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Castor Academy
Fantasy"Here goes everything!" The moment Dres Treyton suddenly received a mysterious letter from Castor Academy, his whole entire life decided to kick 'normal' out the door and kidnap whacky instead. Castor Academy was a prestigious boarding school, known...
