elextrified
zeus aspirant
Zephyr quickly made his way over to the nearest building, his feet barely touching the ground as he ran, the wind propelling him forward. Once he reached the building in sight, he pushed himself through the door and inside without any form of hesitation. In a normal circumstance, one might find him being just slightly more cautious, but this time he figured that whatever could possibly be on the other side of this door couldn’t be even remotely as frightening as all of the people killing each other outside. He had come here to learn more about being the best, to be trained by someone who was also kissed by the gods; he had not come here to be killed by them! Using his wind to his advantage, he crept silently into the empty building, his breathing near silent as he looked around. This was clearly a school building and someone should have been here, yet no matter how many times he swiveled his head around the room remained completely empty. He didn’t dwell on it for too long, however. Yes, obviously he did want some help from the staff, but as long as he was indoors and away from the murders going on outside he wasn’t going to complain. It wasn’t like he was stupid. Unsure what else he realistically could be doing besides bunkering down inside of this building until whatever was going on outside was stopped, he began to head deeper into the building.
That was, until he was no longer staring at the walls of an empty building, but instead at a ceiling. His heart pounded loudly in his ears as he, rightfully startled out of his mind by the abrupt change of scenery, laid completely still on the bed, his eyes trained on the ceiling as his mind worked overtime to process what in the world had just happened. He laid still like this for a solid ten beats of his heart before he came to the conclusion that he had somehow died and this was now where he was going to spend the rest of eternity. He slowly tilted his head to the side and, before his wild and confused thoughts could lead to other inaccurate conclusions, a pair of women appeared in his line of vision and they began to speak; words that were thankfully able to lay his worry of being murdered to rest and fill in the missing piece of the puzzle that his brain had been lacking. Completely drowning out the women and their voices, he slid right back into his own thoughts.
So this was the notorious entrance exam that everyone had looked so worried about!
He, personally, didn’t understand what all of the fuss was about. A sit down exam where they were expected to fill out the equation for x, y, and z seemed a lot more terrifying to him than, essentially, dreaming. Even before he had known that there was no risk of genuine harm towards him he had thought the situation was morbidly fascinating- now that he was fully aware that he couldn’t have died, it just made everything even more fascinating. All they had to do was watch some powerful guy beat some virtual kids’ asses! Piece of cake! Zephyr was once again startled out of his thoughts by the screen in front of him changing. Once again paying attention, he caught the last bit of their explanation, instructing them to touch the document that was now on the screen in front of them. Pushing himself upwards, his legs crossing as he did so, he settled into a sitting position before he reached out and touched the screen with a small smile flitting across his lips. This was cool.
Or, at least, it was cool until the words that he was reading registered in his mind. There wasn’t much to read, but with every inch his eyes shifted across the screen, his smile dimmed a bit more. At the very last word, Zephyr paused, his eyes moving back upwards to the top of the screen to make sure he had read what was in front of him correctly. Self-confirming what he had read, the boy pursed his lips and, in one fluid motion, swung his legs over the side of the bed and pushed himself into a standing position. “I’m going home!” he declared, not sure who was listening or who needed to be listening and not particularly caring, before beginning a determined march to where he believed an exit would be.
That was, until he was no longer staring at the walls of an empty building, but instead at a ceiling. His heart pounded loudly in his ears as he, rightfully startled out of his mind by the abrupt change of scenery, laid completely still on the bed, his eyes trained on the ceiling as his mind worked overtime to process what in the world had just happened. He laid still like this for a solid ten beats of his heart before he came to the conclusion that he had somehow died and this was now where he was going to spend the rest of eternity. He slowly tilted his head to the side and, before his wild and confused thoughts could lead to other inaccurate conclusions, a pair of women appeared in his line of vision and they began to speak; words that were thankfully able to lay his worry of being murdered to rest and fill in the missing piece of the puzzle that his brain had been lacking. Completely drowning out the women and their voices, he slid right back into his own thoughts.
So this was the notorious entrance exam that everyone had looked so worried about!
He, personally, didn’t understand what all of the fuss was about. A sit down exam where they were expected to fill out the equation for x, y, and z seemed a lot more terrifying to him than, essentially, dreaming. Even before he had known that there was no risk of genuine harm towards him he had thought the situation was morbidly fascinating- now that he was fully aware that he couldn’t have died, it just made everything even more fascinating. All they had to do was watch some powerful guy beat some virtual kids’ asses! Piece of cake! Zephyr was once again startled out of his thoughts by the screen in front of him changing. Once again paying attention, he caught the last bit of their explanation, instructing them to touch the document that was now on the screen in front of them. Pushing himself upwards, his legs crossing as he did so, he settled into a sitting position before he reached out and touched the screen with a small smile flitting across his lips. This was cool.
Or, at least, it was cool until the words that he was reading registered in his mind. There wasn’t much to read, but with every inch his eyes shifted across the screen, his smile dimmed a bit more. At the very last word, Zephyr paused, his eyes moving back upwards to the top of the screen to make sure he had read what was in front of him correctly. Self-confirming what he had read, the boy pursed his lips and, in one fluid motion, swung his legs over the side of the bed and pushed himself into a standing position. “I’m going home!” he declared, not sure who was listening or who needed to be listening and not particularly caring, before beginning a determined march to where he believed an exit would be.
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