After an eternity the magic parade lost its juice and we moved on to the testing which I found to be painfully simple like, dumb easy, it consisted of some basic maths, sciences, and history. I believe I scored somewhere around the 95th percentile which is pretty high. I’m surprised anyone struggles, must be a bunch of idiots that boosted my score. Lucy however immediately contradicts my beliefs claiming.

“Cal that test was incredibly difficult, right? Like I’m pretty smart and I only got in the 70th percentile, can you believe it? Me in 70, there must be some real geniuses hear that lowered my score.”

“Yea for sure there is no way the great Lucy didn’t do amazing,” I say letting only the smallest bit of sarcasm ooze from my voice. It flies right over my friends head as she laughs claiming

“I am pretty great aren’t I Cal.” It clearly was more of a statement than a question. And with that we began following the crowd to the coliseum is spotted earlier. Much larger than I first thought the coliseum towered over us, a nearly clear energy dome upping its height just a bit more. As the group walked in they began randomly splitting us off into groups. Or so I thought until I saw our crew of heavy hitters from the magic show earlier. The male flaming redhead was in the center discussing something with the elf boy while the gnome made polite talk with the female one. It seemed that we were split into groups based on who was in what magic testing groups we were in and more so based on the magic aptitude of each person. I think this because as I scope out the room I really can’t see any new faces, but I do see the raven-haired girl sitting in a corner bench and the skinny one in the opposite corner. I casually make my way towards the raven girl as I dig her quiet vibe. As I make my way towards her she greets me with a wicked glare, which I calmly ignore as I take a seat a few spots to her left.

Just before I can really settle in I hear a gloaty voice from the center of the room.

“Aye thunder boy you should really avoid her, really would be a shame if she cursed you”

It was the flame head boy.

Lacking any real care for what he says I state offhandedly “Ahh, curse, smurse, whatever.”

The flame boy simply shrugs it off.

I hear a gentle whisper to my left “Thanks but you might wanna listen to them”

“Why is that? You seem fine to me” I reply

“Well we are fine the question is does my shadow beast like you”

“What the hell does that mean? It's your beast right, just control the fella.”

“I would if I could but he's a rather free spirit in all honesty”

“Ahh a fellow free spirit, I’m sure we will get along just fine then.” I say a content smile on my face as I turn and lay across the rest of the bench

And quietly, almost out of earshot I hear “Sure hope you will”

We quietly sit until another hooded official comes to pick us and take us out to the arena. As we enter the main battleground the sheer size of the stands astound me there are multiple platforms for fighting and it seems that most are filled. Lurking above is a huge jumbotron showing multiple fights at once. Around every platform are benches holding the next fighters in order. I seem to be the 4th match of our small tourney, so I quietly relax and watch, hopefully, I can pick up some technique. The 1st match seems to be the skinny girl with hair over her eyes, the one with the real glowy brown affinity, whatever that was, I’m guessing earth.

She slowly walks up to the stage and quietly stands still, her opponent was some fat kid with black hair, walked towards the center confidence and pride oozing off him like slime. A group of officials begins a countdown and slowly as they chant to zero a flare type spell is shot up. Immediately the chubby fella rockets towards the girl, stomping towards her with surprising speed. He sprints closer and closer as he reels back his fist which seems to burst with a coating of flame, then sends a huge swing towards the poor girl. Who turns her torso to the side causing the fatty to whiff completely, and quickly she raises her knee up and hits with a force that seems pierces through all his fat to stir up his insides. As the fatty freezes and begins hacking as he falls to his knees. The girl showing no mercy kicks him off the stage and watches his body slam onto the ground, the thud declaring his defeat.

Damn, I do not wanna fight her, people should be scared of her, not the raven girl. The next to fight were two nameless guys, and in all honesty, the fight was not remarkable, but it was clear they had some sort of training and it brings into question, are they better than me? Like I know that I don’t have any training, but I gotta have some sort of natural aptitude, I did for magic so why not fighting. It's not worth worrying over I’m Cal and it always works out. I just gotta do what I do.