After the troll came the onslaught of enemies never seemed to stop. A serpent here, a phantom there, heck, they even went through the trouble of getting a hoard of bees and enlarging every single one. But it was always the same. They attacked, I attacked, I beat them, every single time, like clockwork. But something still didn’t add up. The monsters kept getting bigger and stronger every time, but never enough to put my life at danger. What was going on? This question perplexed me until one day I got my answer.
A letter, with a gold stamp on the front that had the country emblem of a griffin, came to my doorstep one summer day. I created a knife and slashed open the paper. Inside was a simple black and white letter. I knew that was peculiar, seeing as if this was a government letter it would have been in red ink, as that was the country color. Curious, I took it in my hands and read it.
Dear Alena Stardrop,
You have been selected as a potential candidate for the Magic Games. If you wish to participate in the competition, you will appear at Claw Mountain next sunrise.
The Magic Department of Pandora
I stared at the paper in utter shock, then understanding. That’s why all those monsters were attacking me, they were testing me. Seeing if I was fit for the competition. I was about to go to my trainer to tell him when I noticed another sentence on the letter.
You must keep this letter a secret from everyone. Telling someone is considered treason and punishable by death.
I frowned at that last statement. I know why they put it there of course, they didn’t want any wizard to get attacked by the monsters and start floundering they magic around trying to impress the watchers, but death did seem a little harsh. I shrugged, it want like I had any family or friends besides my trainer. I looked at the sky. Night was falling, I would have to get to Claw Mountain soon.
I walked at the base of Claw Mountain. Unlike its usual population, which was zero, it was crowded with hundreds of wizards, some battling, some meditating, and some just standing there confused. Suddenly a booming voice was heard over the large clamor.
“Wizards,” the voice started, “You have been selected as some of the most powerful wizards in Pandora,” that statement rose the ruckus back up again. “Silence,” the voice said. “As I was saying, you men and woman are the most powerful wizards in Pandora, but we have yet to test your skill and intelligence.” A nervous mutter rose out of the crowd. “We have set up an obstacle course that not only tests your skill and power, but your smarts as well. We will not tell you where the course is, where it begins, where it ends. The only hint we will give you is that there are ten routes you can go. Route A, B, C, D, E, F, G, H, I and J. You have six hours, and it starts right next to a gravesite.”
“Let the search begin,” the voice said.
Wizards of all shapes and sizes started to bustle about going into different paths. That’s when I realized that the games that took place in the arena wasn’t where the Games started. They started in a different place every year, and this year they started here. On this dirt, these rocks and under this mountian. These people thought they were trying out to get into the games but they were wrong.
The Game has already begun.