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There was a sense of restless tension in the room, where the only sounds were the ticking clock and the monotonous voice that read a list of names. A list of names Mathias desperately wished he was on. A list that would decide his destiny, the rest of his life and the outcome of everything he had looked forward to in life. A chance to be trained, by the experts and elite of the military. He'd heard of the difficulty of the training but he didn't care. This was everything he needed. He needed to avenge them, fight and fight once more to fulfil his promises.
"Mathias Levan.." He anxiously waited for the next few words, knowing he would need a good partner to succeed in the program. The next few words dashed all his hopes to smithereens. "And Lillian Tera."
Fuck. A bloody earth elemental! What the hell were the proctors thinking? Did they want him to fail, to pair him with the one other elemental that really got under his skin. He may be known for his cold outer personality with most people but he felt like he was a fire elemental rather than one of wind whenever he had to deal with the particular girl who was now his partner for the next year.
As the ceremony wound to a close, only 10 pairs had been accepted into the program: including him and his obscenely irritating partner. He dragged his feet and eventually made it to where the copper haired elemental stood, with a cool look plastered across his face. "So. Partners, hey?"
"Mathias Levan.." He anxiously waited for the next few words, knowing he would need a good partner to succeed in the program. The next few words dashed all his hopes to smithereens. "And Lillian Tera."
Fuck. A bloody earth elemental! What the hell were the proctors thinking? Did they want him to fail, to pair him with the one other elemental that really got under his skin. He may be known for his cold outer personality with most people but he felt like he was a fire elemental rather than one of wind whenever he had to deal with the particular girl who was now his partner for the next year.
As the ceremony wound to a close, only 10 pairs had been accepted into the program: including him and his obscenely irritating partner. He dragged his feet and eventually made it to where the copper haired elemental stood, with a cool look plastered across his face. "So. Partners, hey?"