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The group walked through the dark, a false darkness created by overwhelming shade. Trees stretched to the sky, racing each other for sun, and leaving none for anything on the forest floor. The group of 20 or so people continued on in the shade with an air of, intensity, following them, all of them seemed to be on edge. All expect for the older looking woman in front of the group, she walked with a straight back, and a face that said she was comfortable, yet careful, in this current situation. She was the teacher of the period three magic history class, she taught people of the forgotten arts, and of how the world came to be thus far. She was also the one who seemed to enjoy the risky experiments, and this was one of them. A class taken a decent ways away from the school, into a dark forest where people didn't tread, to fight a beast as they would, when they all graduated. A practical class where people would learn, and hopefully, not die. Little did most if not all of the pupils know, this class had been done many times, and it was always, false. Nothing actually lived in this forest, other than normal and small forest critters, but the school had placed a false beast here. One that would fight yet not kill, or at least that was the plan, you never know what might happen, it had gone haywire before and Mrs. Redthorn has had to step in. A small smile played on her lips as she remembered the many...interesting classes. She was an adept with many many old magics, magics people thought were forgotten, she was at a ripe age which she never seemed to share, had stark white hair usually tied up in a bun, and her eyes were a faded shade of blue. The lines on her face told her experience, and the small spectacles showed her age. They were old, seeming they would fall apart at any time, in contrast to her clothes, which seemed brand new, and top of the line. Despite being extremely old fashioned. They were comprised of a red dress, of thick material, it covered her completely, except for her face, and hands. It had a gold trimming and had silver buttons to keep it secure. She wore old jewelry, of bent silver and not entirely valuable gems. She had an air of nobility around her, which suited her elegant face, upturned nose, and prominent cheekbones. She walked with superiority, and commanded respect, all while not actually saying much for it.

In her class, there were many young students, one in particular was a boy, he had broad shoulders, short messy hair the color of ravens, and gaunt features. He had a strong build, and a squared jaw. He was short, at least shorter than most other boys in his class, and he had already grown some facial hair, being at the age of 17. His nose was flat, his mouth was a thin line, and his eyes were on the bigger, brighter side. This boy was Edmund Sheildbreaker, a student who excelled in few areas, and managed to scrape by in the rest. He always tried his hardest and seemed to have a sense of pride. He was going to do something with his life...he just knew it.

Walking on the edge of the group he seemed to be one of the most nervous of all, he always talked a big game but now he wasn't so sure he could capitalize on it. He had no idea what he was in for, and that sort of worried him. He played nervously with his right gauntlet, a metal piece of equipment that was rough yet elegant looking. It had darker metal outcroppings on the knuckles, new plates of metal covering his arm, and a large sturdy face that was noticeably, too large for his arm. It was a diamond shape that started at his wrist, and ended behind his elbow. It seemed to serve as some sort of shield, and was a sturdy one at that. It had a disk on it, that seemed to have holes all around its edge. Few were filled with small crystals of sorts. He spun the disk backwards and forwards, causing an audible clicking sound every time a crystal lined up with his knuckles. "Not ready for this... " he muttered under his breath, he always liked to have a challenge, but one he didn't want was the one he was getting.

"Alright class" Mrs.Redthorn announced as she stopped walking, she turned to face her students. "We are now approaching the den of our game. I hope you are all prepared, as I am instructed to not aid you in any way, other then making sure the survivors don't get lost on the way back..." She gave a sweeping stare to the entire group, causing a few to look to their feet. "Let us hope I have a job to do when this is over alright?" she turned once more and walked into a clearing, sun finally breached the ceiling of trees, to highlight the entrance, the large entrance, to a dark cave, which seemed to dive into the earth, and swallow up anything that would go near it. It seemed to smile at the prospects of food approaching. "Keep your wits about you, and remember what you have been taught. I wish you luck" The teacher said as she motioned to the cave with her arm.

It was time for the test, to begin, and it seems no one had studied as much as they would have like to.

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