"God I hate my life." I stood in front of the gates so many kids wished to even see, and all I felt was dread.
Dread of what my future might bring, I was 10 when I learned what my future will be. I was going to be a jerk, a jackass all they way until I got to Pantheon Academy where I will bully the wrong guy. Ash Emberwood, he would forgive me and I would help him defeat a monster wave just to end up dying in the end, not to the monsters but to the six people obsessed with Ash. I try and forget what happened next out of my mind…
But I will enjoy my life until then. That is why I'm different from my other self.
"Jack!" A voice called from behind me and i turned to be meet by my elven friend.
Saravine, an elf close to my age. Her dark skin glistened as the sun hit it. Her hair and eyes were black as a night and the light in it looked like stars.
"Hey Saravine, are you ready for this?" I turned my head fully to her while smiling.
"Jack you need to remove your blindfold at least! Come on man!" Saravine pulled my blindfold down with a bright smile.
I sighed as I relented and let the blindfold fall around my neck. "You know where Dura and Dogure are?"
Dura and Dogure are twin dwarfs but I heard that Dogure was planning to go into construction alongside his dad.
"You talking about me short stack?!" A large stone like hand covered my head as I was lifted. "Seems you are finally going without the blindfold."
"Hey dura!" Saravine waved at the giant holding me up by my head.
Dura is a dwarf, 6'7" with hair going past her waist. Stone like skin with blue glowing eyes. She was muscular and has crushed watermelon with her bare hands. She and Saravine have been like my family since I was young. It was them who got me to go to Pantheon Academy.
After a bit of chatting and catching up we went towards colosseum, it was where we'd be sorted into one of the four sects.
A centaur covered in sickle green mist stood in the center of the colosseum with a proud smile. "It's warming to my heart that there are so many of you this year!" His voice covers the entire area making sure no one missed anything.
"I know a lot of you expected to fight in the colosseum before you are put into your camp but we have a new trail to see who will make the cut to be heroes. But do not fear if you fail this trail, you can still join one of the other classes due to the abilities of merit. Get enough merit you can request to join one of the camps."
A small wave of sighs came out from the crowd but most believing they were 100% going to get into the hero camps didn't even pay attention to what Chiron said.
He noticed this.
"Everyone will either of the choice of using their own ego or one of the archetype. For those who might not know archetypes are a base for an ego. there are four types just like the camps you are about to join. A power archetype, a healer archetype, a stealth archetype, and a magic archetype. There are chances of someone choosing an archetype and it turning into an ego but do not get your hopes to high." A gate opened and in came a line of carts and one caught Jack's attention in a negative way.
In the power archetype layed a basic axe. Be would have originally chosen this very one and it would have turned into an ego. MINOTAUR, an ego based on pure brute strength paired with animal instinct. But that was it, it only had that. It would take a few seconds of planning to get around the instincts and it would lose.
And truth be told it was the reason Jack had bullied Ash. He heard Ash talk about how it felt like a flame and Jack had wished to be taken into the Emberwood family. Because Jack is a very distant relative and had hoped they'd help pay for his mom's-… let's not go there yet, but ya, he took it and didn't get the flames he'd hope for. So he never appeared on the Emberwood's radar.
But now Jack will do something else. And so when his section was called forth to grab either an archetype or their own ego he walked up to Chiron. "Will you help me in selecting one?"
His smile somehow became even prouder but it flashed for a second to a skull with green dots glaring into Jack . "Hmm, power calls to you my boy. But I feel like you have been betrayed by a feat of false power in the past. Follow me my boy, I have something for you." He walks to the side past swords, hand axes, shields, gauntlets, helmets, halberds, and he finally stopped at spear.
"Here my boy, this archetype has the power that calls to you." Chiron smiled as Jack grabbed it and it gained even more pride as a red glow appeared on the tip and spread to the end of the shaft.
"Ahh a mighty spear for you my boy. Wield its power with a clear mind and it'll do great things." He patted Jack's shoulder as he walked away. Leaving Jack staring at his spear with hope in his eyes.
"Please… please keep me alive… please." Jack's prayer he thought was unheard was heard by one who's eyes hadn't left him since the beginning.