“All of you new recruits, go!” He roared, clearly shocking off the shoes of the people sitting nearest to the tattooed man. Haru immediately took that golden opportunity and sprinted off towards the direction of the hall, probably thinking in his mind how thankful he was to get away from us weirdos. All I could do was stand in confusion as a bunch of kids ran past us, following the direction Haru was heading towards; the hallways adjacent to the halls that Sophie and I came out of.
“So, should we go…?” I asked Sophie, with her face perfectly reflecting how I felt: utter confusion.
Sophie drew in a long breath through her mouth before grabbing my arm and sprinting after the people slowly turning the corner. The hallway slowly expanded into a large room with the ceiling being coated in a layer of tinted glass. The sunlight in there was intense, yet, a chill crept down my spine as a small old man slowly hobbled and sat down on a kitchen chair in the center of the room. The man took his time, carefully making sure his long black and red coat didn’t get caught in the seat and brushing off the dust slowly floating around the room. “So,” he creaked, pausing so aggravatingly long that I wanted to go up and scream at him, “dears. You, you must be so very curious of why, why you are all hear today.” He stopped again, gasping for breath and coughing, “We are the, The Slayers of Draconic Predators, yet we cannot simply accept everyone. So, this is the Slayer Test. Here, we test the limits, of, of your capabilities. If you can survive 3 days in here, without any outside interference, you will be accepted as one of the Slayers.” The old man stopped, gasping for breath as two men gently patted his back to circulate his breathing.
Even though the man’s voice was old and weak, the words weighed 1,000 pounds, pounding in my head like a set of drums. Test… test, limits… limits, accepted… Those words echoed around, bouncing into one another in the most peculiar ways.
