Post by Anderson Marks on Nov 8, 2007 14:15:21 GMT 10
Sliding into his warm comfortable double bed that night stuffed from the feast only a few mere hours before, his head sinking into his soft pillow, Anderson's heavy eyelinds closed slowly his thoughts about his brother's sorting carrying off into dreams recalling his own.
Anderson stood his ground as the determined and slightly defient little eleven year old he was. As he stood in line he watched the other children get called up in alphabetical order by surnames, each taking their turn at attempting to pull out each of the four jewel encrusted swords. Witnessing an unusally tall girl release the ruby encrusted sword from its stone, before returning it and taking her seat with the rest of her house Anderson's thoughts had taken hold and he was whipped away with the faeries as his mother frequently told him.
His thoughts whirling frantically inside his head he resolved to try the purple one last, it was after all the only one he was going to remove, he knew that. He was the smartest in the family, everyone had always said that. Dux of his primary school, there was no was he was going anywhere else, despite his two elder brothers both being sorted to the house represented by the Emeralds.
A stern voice cut through his thoughts like a knife
"Marks, Anderson" the middle aged professor announced loudly over the dying cheers and claps coming from the his brothers house for the last student. Confidently Anderson walked over to the first sword decorated with rubies embedded in its stone. Anderson gave it a controlled, but sharp tug, and to his greatest shock it came out easily from its rock and caused the small pre-teenage child to take a few steps backward in order to regain his balance.
Whilst inwardly shocked and surprised, even slightly discusted at himself he collected himself hiding these emotions from his facial expressions, taking a deep breath he tried to banish all the thoughts of how what was taking place shouldn't and wasn't in any of his plans suppose to happen, set the sword down on the ground next to its rock and moved on to the next one. The next sword was decorated lavishly with sapphires, but this wasn't what Anderson noticed, wrapping his hands around what he felt to be the cold metal of the swords handle he gave it a short sharp tug, and once again the sword came easily away from the stone.
Once again shocked but extremely collected, surprisingly for someone of his tender age Anderson again placed the sword on the ground and moved onto the next sword in his previously decided procession, this one decorated in an identical fashion to the one previous but with emeralds in place of the sapphires, giving it a short sharp tug, like the one previous, the sword did not budge from its stone encasing. Finally Anderson thought with relief, things are going along to plan. Looking over at his two brothers whose expressions where clearly stained with dissapointment Anderson shot them a small apologetic smile before hurridly moving on.
There it was a beautifully decorated silver sword with amythsts stylishly decorating the hilt of the sword, the stones somehow glittering in the light the sword Anderson so coveted to be the one which would slide easily out of its stone encasing. Taking a step closer to it he took a deep breath a licked his lips in some sort of anticipation, slowly he wrapped his hand around the sword, which was warm on touch, unlike the others, taking one more breath and closing his eyes he pulled slowly but firmly, and as if the sword was held by nothing more than air it released from the rock, with much greater ease than the previous.
His elated expression he could hide no longer, that was it, he had achieved it. Despite the traditional duel between the house heads to go, Anderson knew without so much as a dobut in his mind he was destined now for Ameraid.
Anderson stood his ground as the determined and slightly defient little eleven year old he was. As he stood in line he watched the other children get called up in alphabetical order by surnames, each taking their turn at attempting to pull out each of the four jewel encrusted swords. Witnessing an unusally tall girl release the ruby encrusted sword from its stone, before returning it and taking her seat with the rest of her house Anderson's thoughts had taken hold and he was whipped away with the faeries as his mother frequently told him.
His thoughts whirling frantically inside his head he resolved to try the purple one last, it was after all the only one he was going to remove, he knew that. He was the smartest in the family, everyone had always said that. Dux of his primary school, there was no was he was going anywhere else, despite his two elder brothers both being sorted to the house represented by the Emeralds.
A stern voice cut through his thoughts like a knife
"Marks, Anderson" the middle aged professor announced loudly over the dying cheers and claps coming from the his brothers house for the last student. Confidently Anderson walked over to the first sword decorated with rubies embedded in its stone. Anderson gave it a controlled, but sharp tug, and to his greatest shock it came out easily from its rock and caused the small pre-teenage child to take a few steps backward in order to regain his balance.
Whilst inwardly shocked and surprised, even slightly discusted at himself he collected himself hiding these emotions from his facial expressions, taking a deep breath he tried to banish all the thoughts of how what was taking place shouldn't and wasn't in any of his plans suppose to happen, set the sword down on the ground next to its rock and moved on to the next one. The next sword was decorated lavishly with sapphires, but this wasn't what Anderson noticed, wrapping his hands around what he felt to be the cold metal of the swords handle he gave it a short sharp tug, and once again the sword came easily away from the stone.
Once again shocked but extremely collected, surprisingly for someone of his tender age Anderson again placed the sword on the ground and moved onto the next sword in his previously decided procession, this one decorated in an identical fashion to the one previous but with emeralds in place of the sapphires, giving it a short sharp tug, like the one previous, the sword did not budge from its stone encasing. Finally Anderson thought with relief, things are going along to plan. Looking over at his two brothers whose expressions where clearly stained with dissapointment Anderson shot them a small apologetic smile before hurridly moving on.
There it was a beautifully decorated silver sword with amythsts stylishly decorating the hilt of the sword, the stones somehow glittering in the light the sword Anderson so coveted to be the one which would slide easily out of its stone encasing. Taking a step closer to it he took a deep breath a licked his lips in some sort of anticipation, slowly he wrapped his hand around the sword, which was warm on touch, unlike the others, taking one more breath and closing his eyes he pulled slowly but firmly, and as if the sword was held by nothing more than air it released from the rock, with much greater ease than the previous.
His elated expression he could hide no longer, that was it, he had achieved it. Despite the traditional duel between the house heads to go, Anderson knew without so much as a dobut in his mind he was destined now for Ameraid.