This is awkward, thought Scarlett. She glared
menacingly at Felix. What a jerk. What does Bailey see in him? Felix glared
back. His blond, spiky hair was swept to the side of his face, and his skin was
tanned. His jumper was rolled up and his tie was hanging casually loose. His
eyes were swirling grey pools. Scarlett could already tell that Felix was very
knowledgeable and intelligent just by looking at him. So what? She was
intelligent, too. Smart enough, anyway. A tall, thin man came out of a
grand door on a stage, in the great hall which had all the new students in it.
He stood at the podium. His suit was crisp and formal, and he had a small quiff
which was kept neatly trimmed. His tie was at a perfect angle, and his
expression was blank and solemn. His eyes were dull, wet pools of brown.
"Hello, new students." his voice was
surprisingly friendly despite his appearance. "I hope you´re enjoying your
first hour here, and that you´ve made plenty of friends." He smiled humorously.
"You´ll need them." Scarlett glared back at Felix once more. His eyes
gleamed with hatred.
"I am Principle Rosselfield, owner of
Skothamor’s Senior Academy. And let me tell you now..." he leaned over the
podium. "...life here is tough. It´s either fight, or die." A wave of
silence swept over the hall.
"Or sometimes both." Principle
Rosselfield continued. "You will be put through a series of tests very
soon to determine who you would be paired with for battle." One of the
children put her hand in the air. "Battle, sir?" she asked
inquisitively. The Principle nodded grimly.
"Yes. A storm is coming, children. A storm
greater than this school has ever faced. The Crimson War is dawning. And it´s
best we´re ready when She comes." For a moment, there was utter silence.
Then murmurs spread through the crowd.
"She? Who´s she?"
"Crimson War? What??"
"What do you think of fighting, Blondie?"
Scarlett smirked at Felix. He blushed angrily. He obviously did not like being
insulted for his hair.
"If I were against you, Mud-head, I´d
"Is that a challenge?"
"Come on, Blondie! I did martial arts for 2
years before I came here. I think we both know who would win in a fight."
Scarlett crossed her arms and leaned back a little, smirking smugly with
dimples in her cheeks. The tension was so thick you could cut it with a
"Okay, we´re sorting out the House Groups now.
Here are your test sheets," Principle Rosselfield said, giving each
student a paper booklet. "Each of you will go into a different Sorting
Room to prevent trying to get in the same group as your friends." Room?
Over-exaggeration of the year. A tiny boxed ‘room’ was given to each student.
The ‘room’ had a small steel chair and a wooden desk. Scarlett was a thin girl,
but her shoulders were still pressed up against the walls of the ´room´.
First question: Do you like Fighting?
(c) I will if I have to
(d) I would never
Scarlett didn’t really
consider any other answers apart from the one she picked. She didn’t fancy
herself brutal, and the last thing she was was meek. Scarlett circled (c)
Second question: What´s your
(c) Other: ________
(d) I don´t play sports.
This was easy. Scarlett
quickly circled football. She was forced by her father to watch the game every
week, but she actually grew to enjoy it and loved to play it. After these
questions followed more physical ones, such as what weapon are you comfortable
using, do you have a sports related background and even would you give up fatty
foods to stay fit for war.