The announcer called out his name, waving for Teddy to come up. He stood with shaky legs, walking to the Circle of Color, a circle of stone surrounded by a two-inch wide moat, impossibly deep and black.
The announcer gave a small nod and smiled kindly at Teddy. After another deep breath in and out, he stepped into the ring. The crowd drew in a breath in anticipation, waiting to see what would happen next.
After a few seconds, Teddy looked down at the Circle, frowning. Was he going to be... colorless? No. It couldn't be possible, he thought. There was no possible way that Teddy wouldn't have a color. It just couldn't happen.
The announcer looked at him sadly, sharing the unspoken words between them. Teddy slowly started stepping down from the platform, lowering his eyes, so that no one could see the tears welling up in them. He couldn't bear to see anyone else right now.
Right as he took both feet off of the platform, everything happened at once. Bursts of lightning, floating rocks, vines, all the colors came out of the circle in a burst of color.
The announcer and the rest of the crowd gave a collective gasp. Teddy didn't know what was happening, and with a quick look around at everyone else's shocked expressions, they didn't either.
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Every year, the Determining of Colors takes place at the Garden of Colors. Your color is determined by stepping into the Circle of Colors. Red for fire, Orange for time, Yellow for light, Green for earth, Blue for water, Purple for gravity, Grey for metal, and White for air.
Theodore Swift's life changed when he turned thirteen, the age in which everyone was Determined. Instead of getting one of the eight colors, as expected of him, he got the ninth color--Black. Omnikinetics, who could control all of the colors. A power, only the Senate knew of because it was so powerful. But no one else knew.
Time passed, and everything seemed normal. Until the dark mages rose, and darkness fell.
BOOK ONE:
Having enough courage to run through the woods and away from the people who convinced me they were saving me was not how I believed I'd spend my day. Yet, there I went escaping from the only place I knew existed in the world. Being held captive was too much for me, especially when these people wouldn't tell me who they were or even who I was.
The first moment in my life I recall very clearly. I awoke in a dark room, with recollection of everything that happened in the world except for one thing. I had no memory of myself existing, I didn't know where I was or why these men kept me from leaving.
Days after I first woke I asked plenty of questions, and yet none of them were answered. The only thing I learned was that I was not allowed outside because the woods heald the most powerful magic on the planet, the most dangerous magic.
It was more than just bad men and curiosity about the forest that got me to leave, it was a pull towards something; towards magic. Once I was in the forest turning back was never an option, so I put it in my head that I'd keep walking until I found a civilization or a nice paved road that would lead to safety. But that never happened because the forest has a force living through it.
Believing that the forest held something strange was the easy part but experiencing it myself was something totally different. I didn't expect anything normal but I didn't expect to be completly engulfed into the forest. I was led by an unknown presence that made me truly believe it was a living being, and in fact it is.
I was innocent then, but now I know that anything can be hidden under a small platform in the woods with a secret bigger than the world itself. I was given life that day, until it all ended months later; the day I took my last breath.