author - "Tyler Feist"
It was raining. But it usually rained. At least that’s what I had noticed. When I had first moved here from Texas it was fine, but now it rained every day. I had moved from the top of the world to the bottom, the middle of southern California. My name is Luke Taylor, or at least it was before the games, but where are my manners, you don’t even know what the games are. Every two years an alien species hosts a series of tests, they make the contestants fight physical and mental challenges. Of
Warlock: Bobby Power: touch turns stuff to ice, can make any shape or object out of ice Transportation: surfs on ice Gear: metarock suit, belt freezers, outer suit made of solid ice, blue mask covers an inch around the eyes Prometheus: Tim Power: can create fire, can manipulate fire, and can control explosions Transportation: can fly Gear: metarock suit, armor turns into bombs; small red mask covers an inch around the eyes Zeus: Nolan Power: creates lightning, can manipulate lightning and
Today was the day he would find out, if he got accepted to Necromancer Academy. His mom and dad had been 2nd class Necromancers, which means they could only control the undead. In the world of magic there were three styles of magic, the first was elemental, the second was Necrotic, and the third was draconic. Elemental magic was just that, controlling the elements, fire, water, ice, nature, earth, and wind. Necrotic was controlling the undead and the spark of life, the spark of life was the
“GET OUT OF THE WAY!” Doctor Sara Ophelia yelled. Three doctors ran down the hallway with a young boy on a stretcher, an ambulance had just picked him up from a car crash. A garbage truck had run a red light and nailed a family in a mini-van. The boy was the only one who survived, and if they didn’t him to an operating room and clear this shrapnel from his spine none of this family would survive. They pulled into the room, tore off his shirt, and started the removal.
It was raining. But it usually rained. At least that’s what I had noticed. When I had first moved here from Texas it was fine, but now it rained every day. I had moved from the top of the world to the bottom, the middle of southern California. My name is Luke Taylor, or at least it was before the games, but where are my manners, you don’t even know what the games are. Every two years an alien species hosts a series of tests, they make the contestants fight physical and mental challenges. Of
Warlock: Bobby Power: touch turns stuff to ice, can make any shape or object out of ice Transportation: surfs on ice Gear: metarock suit, belt freezers, outer suit made of solid ice, blue mask covers an inch around the eyes Prometheus: Tim Power: can create fire, can manipulate fire, and can control explosions Transportation: can fly Gear: metarock suit, armor turns into bombs; small red mask covers an inch around the eyes Zeus: Nolan Power: creates lightning, can manipulate lightning and
Today was the day he would find out, if he got accepted to Necromancer Academy. His mom and dad had been 2nd class Necromancers, which means they could only control the undead. In the world of magic there were three styles of magic, the first was elemental, the second was Necrotic, and the third was draconic. Elemental magic was just that, controlling the elements, fire, water, ice, nature, earth, and wind. Necrotic was controlling the undead and the spark of life, the spark of life was the
“GET OUT OF THE WAY!” Doctor Sara Ophelia yelled. Three doctors ran down the hallway with a young boy on a stretcher, an ambulance had just picked him up from a car crash. A garbage truck had run a red light and nailed a family in a mini-van. The boy was the only one who survived, and if they didn’t him to an operating room and clear this shrapnel from his spine none of this family would survive. They pulled into the room, tore off his shirt, and started the removal.