I was shocked needless to say. Magical Terrorists? How happencoudo a bunch of children be expected to even handle that? That's almost as weird as having a child take on some titan Lord or basically just magical Hitler. And where would the terrorist even be from? Hopefully not domestic that'd cause lots of damage. Would it be one specific nation preforming an act of terror on America, or will we just be handling all magical terrorists? That would be pretty difficult I imagine. the powers of the world. could another world war possibly start? Almost as if she read my mind, Ms Hollyhocks said: “You will not be facing terrorists with guns and bullets. But a magical one of elements and death,” I was about to ask why she knew this but Ms Hollyhocks quickly shushed me.
“All questions will be answered in time. Just get on the bus” me and the other kids awkwardly walked over to the jet, carefully stepping over flaming rubble along the way. When I entered the jet I felt a little prick on my neck. I rubbed at the spot but there was nothing.
It was like no prick was made at all. Confused, I sat down in one of the seats. And just to my Luck Snidely sat next to me. “Wow this is pretty weird huh? Also am I the only one who got pricked by like a needle or something?” He asked. “Nope that happened to me too. Maybe its happening to everyone.”
I looked out at the front of the jet. The same blonde woman from earlier who greeted me when I entered was there. I didn’t notice it at first but she appeared to be holding a syringe in her right hand. I also noticed that she seemed to be strangely flickering like she was static or something each time a kid entered. After a while of watching her flicker like that I practically went cross eyed. I dazedly looked over at one of the kids entering and I noticed something.
It was very faint and quick, like it was instant. The woman appeared to be injectong us with something. So that’s one question answered. But how did the wounds heal up? As I wondered the last kid walked in the jet and the door closed, and then the jet suddenly flew off of the ship at breakneck speeds! I never had any time to unbuckle my seat, so I was lurched forward and into the seat in front of me.
“Hey watch it!” A girl from the chair in front of me said in an accusatory tone. “Sorry” I muttered, rubbing my head and quickly fastening my seatbelt. The girl lifted her head up from her chair and looked at me. She had flowing red hair and freckles along with eyes as yellow as the sun. “It’s ok just don’t do it again” she grumbled. I was about to respond about how it wasn’t my fault when a voice came over the coms. “Attention students, we have just reached the central island that connects all our buildings together. The island is full of hostile and animalistic magi. We will send you there as a test for you see you have only completed the first half of unlocking your magical potential within you.
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” Students? Why were they calling us students I wondered. Would I have to stay at this strange new area for a few years just like a normal school?
And also they had an island of strange magi whatever that means. I was cut out of. My train of thought as the person on the comm said the most horrifying words I would hear that day: “although the island has gone through many names, it’s most commonely given one by most newcomers throughout all of millenia. They would call it the island of death”
Almost everyone in the jet gasped “The flight assistant woman you met when you entered this lovely little jet was 400 year old Emma Bakker. She’s a light mage and she injected each and every one of you with a special teleportation device that we developed known as Xygil. It’s allows us to teleport you to the central building after you have shown your abilities. Although If you get too injured we’ll teleport you as well. With that in mind, we’ll drop you off so you can truly begin your journey. Now if you may, exit the jet.”
Suddenly the back of the chairs opened up and inside was a white wing suit All the parachutes had red maple leaves beautifully well painted on their center. To my shock, the wingsuit practically shoved me into it. It was like it had a life if it’s own! I looked around me and the same thing was happening to everyone else’s. Snidely was freaking out after his Wingsuit shoved itself onto him and was wrestling with it onto the floor. Despite all of his attempts the wingsuit remained on him. After a while he gave up and went back to his seat, and crossed his arms and frowned. The door of the jet opened up with a whooshing noise. Emma, the flight assistant motioned for us to get out of the jet before disappearing in a bright flash of light.
“CHILDREN IF YOU MAY PLEASE EXIT THE JET OR ELE YOU WILL CRASH” the voice in the comms said, now with clearly more urgency in his voice. I was fed up. This guy whoever he was, was threatening to crash a plane and possibly kill him self unless we jumped out of a jet. Some of the others were scared and already jumped out.
One of which was almost Clara. She hurtled to the door but I grabbed her just in time. Whoever this guy was he had to be stopped. I walked over to the pilots room and inside there was a robot as a pilot! It looked like a strange. Anthropomorphic crab robot thing. It had a random glass ball inside of it. The creature looked at me with its eyes made of blue fire and screamed: “EXIT THE VEHICLE!” Before hacking and slashing at the controls, causing the jet to fly every witch way. I was flung back and me, along with the other kids were flushed out the jet. And into the cold air.