text: Reaching under your mattress your hand gripped the reassuring leather of your sword. Swinging it out your sheath went flying off toward's your desk and with the blade catching the leader across the eye. He screamed and all the other's looked up and saw you with your sword held out in front, with the stance saying you've seen it all and know how to counter anything. Before they stop they charge you and get some good cut's the one on your face is the most painful.
  
  Raising one hand over his eye and the other in the air he half heartedly tried to convince you... "Hey easy there it was just a joke, an initiation relax we'll just pretend this never happened, and you don't skewer us alright?" the other's backed him up with empty promise's. Do you think They learned their lesson? Or should you summon a mage and have them moved back a year and probably other punishment's?
  
  > summon a mage
  "Hmmm, tempting but no." you say as you light your hand on fire. With small poof several professor's appear they paused taking in the scene. You covered with bruise's and burn marks, Bree tied up then the masked people, in a quick order they magically bind the masked people into tight rolls letting Bree out and healing a few of your more serious injuries'. With that all but one left, it was your personal favorite professor Lodar.
  
  "It's pretty obvious what happened but tell me any way." giving you a tired smile.
  
  Bree stood up and told the story while you straightened out the room.
  
  "Yep, sound's like what we guessed they will be bumped down a year and most likely be sentenced to a year under surveillance. Hey Raven might want to heal your cut's they'll scar otherwise." He advised.
  
  "Good, I need to proudly show them sending them a message." Falling into your bed with your finger's curled around the hilt of your dagger.
  
  > The next morning
  You wake up to the soft sniffle's of Bree and Gary comforting her.
  
  "It's okay Lucky, you get a pass too skip the next few day's of school." Gary rubbed her back and gave her a hug.
  
  "Hey Gary you okay Bree?" you say casually as you pull on your robe's realizing your still holding your dagger embarrassed and throwing it into the wall.
  
  "How are you dealing with it and how are you so casual?" Gary asked kissing Bree on the check though staring at the accuracy of your throw between the seam of the window.
  
  "Oh that attack it's not half as bad as the fight I was in when I was geez can't even remember around 10 and around 16. They were worse than this even though there was no magic." looking in the mirror with the robe half on you see how many cut's there were...
  
  Across your chest were shallow cut's maybe one or two scar's, several across your arms and back. One on your face crossing from your eyebrow down near your eye to your chin. Circling your leg is a long cut swirling pattern not bad you think looks cool. Very few of them were smooth from a blade but jagged from their boot's and rocks.
  
  "Hmmm I didn't realize you guy's must have never seen a fight or skirmish this is what most soldiers have." you explain covering up.
  
  "Your right most student's here don't have much practical experience in well anything." Gary say's as Bree turns away and start's sobbing into Gary's shirt.
  
  The question in your eye's you open the door.
  
  She blames herself Gary mouthed. frowning you close the door realizing the Professor ordered you to have 3 day's of rest. Mulling you pull out your quiver and dagger. several of your arrow's needed refletching and the dagger needed sharpening. moving to get your whetstone you move and stop realizing what you just moved. Sitting with your most prized possession choking back a sob. Your first sling. Your father helped you make this when you were 6 without realizing it you slip into reminiscing with that look in your eye's that say your far away...
  
  > Memories
  You came home crying after a particularly vicious teasing from the black hand kid's. Your mom was in the market picking up something your father was in the house grabbing some cider.
  
  "What's wrong boy?" He gruffly asked taking a swig of cider.(your father was a die hard believer in tough love.)
  
  "Those kid's hate me." you claimed sitting down.
  
  "Well you have to prove you're better than them at something." He put the jug down and walked outside you followed curious.
  
  he took a bit of spare leather from the barn and helped you shape it into a sling. He helped you practice and then took you out to the woods near your house...
  
  "See that rabbit?" He pointed into a clearing some 20 meters away.
  
  "Yes." you load a pebble in and start swinging you release and hit the rabbit in the neck killing it instantly.
  
  From that moment on your father taught you how to hunt track and shoot. But perhaps most importantly how to fight. After weeks of grueling training he sent you to live in the mountains for a week with nothing but your sling and skill's he taught you, your mother played no small part and taught you herbs, potion's and edible plants...
  
  > snap out of it man!!
  Shaking your head you go back to the task at hand.
  
  Over those three day's Bree has avoided you while you visited your friends and Sparrow. The rest you went down to the training grounds to spar with some of the soldiers and practice your bow skills.
  
  Suddenly those three day's are over and you fall into the normal routine...
  
  Three years later
  
  After 1 year you got Bree to talk to you and finally everything went back to normal. You couldn't believe three years have passed. During this time you graduated the mage's collage showed up all the instructors in the military camp and finally lead your own company of loyal soldier's and mage's. It was made up of Zarmek, Marmek, Darmy, Salem and Bree and Gary. Along with a few healer's and a squad.
  
  After Leading several successful raid's on the wall you were called to the council... What happen's next you decide!!!