A bit short and lacking but here you go

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As I walk with my parents I contemplate which elements I’ll have and whether or not I’ll have enough magic power to successfully use these elements. Even though I said I don’t really care, I’m really hoping I can use magic, cause magic is really cool.

As I thinking about this stuff I almost missed my parents stopping in front of a big wooden building, but i catch myself and start too.

“Here we are son, Now don’t get too discouraged if you don’t have enough magic power remember neither me nor your mother can use magic” (Dad)

“Ok dad” I say as we walk inside the building

Looking around I see 12 kids my own age, and their parents. The kids + the parents are lined up in front of an old man wearing a white robe with gold embroidering holding an orb of some sorts.

I whisper to my dad asking what the orb is and he responds by saying that it was what tested the magical power of people.

My parents and I walk over and stand in line. While standing I listen to all the different results the people in front of me get.

“50 magical power has the ability to become a magician please stand over there” (Old Man)

“5 magical power has no ability to become a magician kindly leave the building” (Old Man)

“10 Magical Power has no ability to become a magician kindly leave the building” (Old Man)

“Hey dad, what do the numbers mean?” I kindly ask my father

“Well the numbers are the strength of your magical power, the minimum required to become a magician is at least 50, well the highest has numbered in the 250’s” (Dad)

As my dad explained this I noticed that everyone else had already gone and it was now my turn. So I walked up ,with my parents following close behind.

“Hello young man my name is Charles, may I kindly ask you for your name?” (Charles)

“My name is Wolfe” I swiftly reply

“Ok Wolfe, if you would so kindly place your hand upon this orb to test your magical power” (Charles)

So with a swift motion of my arm, my hand is deposited upon the orb. The numbers at first slowly increase going from 1 to 2 to 5. Then it starts to really pick up the pace. The numbers start to fly by going from 5 to 15 to 60 to 200, until the numbers breeze through the thousands and even the ten thousands. The orb starts to shake and churn and all of a sudden explodes turning into millions of shining particles floating through the air.

The old man with a deathly pale face mutters “God”

In a matter of fact tone I say “How could that be possible I obviously have two loving wonderful parents that brought me into this world how could I be a god, Right Mom and Dad”

Quickly turning around gave me a sudden surprise as both my parents had fainted and were collapsed on the wooden floor of the building.

I turned around yet again to ask the Old Man why so much magical power could possibly make me a god, although now that I think about it the my dad said the highest numbers was in the 250’s.

But to my surprise yet again instead of the old man I was face to face with a tall and wiry man wearing a golden colored robe.

“Hello young man, I would like to invite you, all expenses paid in full, to the Horakle Academy the best academy on the Human Continent.” (Mysterious Man)

“My name is Wolfe Mister,Although I dutifully accept I would like to know for what reason you are inviting me to your esteemed academy” I proudly say

“My name is Barth, The headmaster of Horakle Academy. You are being invited because of that absurd amount of magical power” (Barth)

Just as he says those words my parents who had earlier fainted shot to their feet and both shouted.

“HE ACCEPTS”

Barth gave out a short chuckle while pulling a few sheets out of his robe. Handing them over he told us that these were the registration forms and if I really wanted to go I could mail these in within the next few months and still get in for the start of next years first term.

My parents, being super energetic, almost rip Barth’s hands out with the registration form still in them.

Continuously shouting thank you over and over again until Barth finally leaves, my parents almost crush me to death with a massive hug afterward. Although I don’t die I faint right then and there.