"One." A voice called out over an intercom, and a young girl looked ahead with empty eyes, she raised her right hand, and a pistol with red engravings was in her hand, she fired a single bullet and those engravings glowed a multitude of colors. "Two." the voice called again. And another shot rang forward, the sound reverberated through the room. The gun packed quite the punch as well, and blood seemed to start dripping out of the girl's right ear, she said nothing though, she didn't even flinch. She wasn't done yet. "Three." Another shot rang out and her vision was blurred but even so, her aim was dead on, hitting the target at the back of the room. There was silence for a moment. The girl dared not move an inch, she was ready for what came next. "Four." Once more she fired, and once more the sound pierced her ears. And once more she hit her target. ". . . The test is over." As soon as those words were spoken the girl dropped her gun and fell to her knees, all of the pain that resounded through her head poured forth all at once. And she crumbled into a crying mess. "You pass Striga." (Weekly Updates Every Friday)
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