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Syphereon
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Syphereon hopped out of his seat with delight. He was walking out the door by himself, dreading gym. My god, an entire class dedicated to maiming one another. Pure Blasphemy. Now he understood why his father had chosen this school. It was to see if he could make him into a warrior. He wouldn't budge. Never. He saw the girl, he believed her name was Istra, walking down the hall in front of him. So he ran to catch up to her."Hiya" he said with a grin when he had finally matched her pace.