Herobrine's Revenge (The Wielder Chronicles Book Two)

Chapter 4: First Day

Chapter 4: First Day

*ONE WEEK LATER*


- Nya's POV -

I woke up shaking and sweating, clutching onto the bedsheets for dear life. "Not again." I mutter. I've been having nightmares about the same thing for a week now.

I sighed and took deep breaths, composing myself. It took a little while, but soon I had calmed myself down enough to fall back into a light, uneasy sleep.

***

"Holy Horses, Zazzles, I'm gonna be late for the first day!" I screamed, grabbing a couple of apples. "I'll see you when I get back! And if I come home and see a dead chicken on my desk again today, I'll skin you and leave you for the wolves!"

I heard a frightened meow in reply, but was already racing out the door to the horse lot to pick up Aphrodite. Once I reached her, I fed her an apple, saddled her in record time and probably broke three separate speed limits to get to the Uni without being too late.

Zach was already there, in a black t-shirt and jeans. I ran up to him, and asked whether I has missed anything important. Apparently, all I had missed was the this-is-what's-gonna-happen-today speech.

"Oh, you did miss the Chancellor's orientation speech, but hey, basically all he said was 'Welcome, behave and try not to burn the school down.'"

I sighed in relief. "So, what next?" I inquired. He squinted as if trying to remember something.

"Damn, he explained this all a second ago. Um, I think you go to separate parts of the university, depending on which courses you're taking. And then... There's an introduction by the Head Coordinator's there, then lunch. Then a sword-fight, I think. Then we all go home."

Alright, makes sense. "Then I'll see you at lunch, Sword Boy." He smiled and kissed my cheek. "Sure thing, Bow Brain." I smiled and waved as he walked off to the Sword Arena.

I looked around for someone, anyone I recognized from the tour last week, and my eyes rested upon a boy with familiar darkish brown hair and blue eyes. I walked up to him and tapped him on the shoulder, which must've been quite obnoxious, since he jumped back in surprise.

"Er, hi, I'm Nya, from the tour..?" I asked nervously, hoping I didn't scare this kid from ever talking to me. To my relief he grinned and laughed.

"Don't worry 'bout it! I'm Vent, by the way. Vent Arthur. Pleased to meetcha!"

After a short but nice conversation with the outgoing nineteen-year-old, I figured out he was in the Swordsmanship Course. Damn, so much for an archer friend. Actually, he didn't realize every other swordsman had already left for the arena until I pointed it out to him. He said bye, then raced off. I laughed to myself; he seemed like a nice guy. A little strange, but at least he was friendly.

Suddenly, a huge yell could be heard from somewhere in the middle of the crowd of kids (and there, were like, three-hundred kids there, at half had already left for the arena).

"Hey! Any archers out there, meet me down by the podium!"

I pushed through the crowds and reached the stage, and stood underneath the shiny quartz podium where the Chancellor apparently made his 'don't screw up too bad' welcome speech. And at last, other archers to talk to (I wasn't alone in this world!!!). A man in his late twenties or early thirties walked up to us, looking slightly agitated.

"Well, that took longer than expected."

Then I noticed what the man was wearing.

Cyan shirt and purple pants.

I gasped in shock. I could feel the blood rushing out my head and face, leaving me pale and dizzy. My head ached so hard I thought it would split open. This man... He was dressed the same as...

Then the world went black.

***

"Hey, Nya! You can hear me, right?" a mystery voice asked me. I groaned.

Opening my eyes, I saw a dozen faces staring down at me with curious eyes. Then I realized someone had caught me, preventing me from hitting my head against the gravel.

"Nya, are you alright?" he asked me, eyes bright with concern. He had dark hair brushed to the side, like the wind had been blowing all morning. He had very forest green eyes, and a wolf's tooth pendant hanging from his neck. All I could think at that time was, 'Woah. A really handsome guy just saved me.'

"Nya?" He asked me again. I snapped out of my daze and stood up stiffly.

"Er, yes, thanks, I'm fine. Just a headache, nothing to worry about." I laugh half-heartedly.

"Well, then, we should get a move on to the Shooting Range, now, shouldn't we?" The man dressed like Herobrine asked.

I turned to face him. I signed heavily in relief. His face was nothing like Herobrine's; it was round, with curly black hair and murky hazel eyes. Definitely not glowing white.

The class of about two dozen followed the man, who introduced himself as the Archery Coordinator, Mr Slayer, to a room separated from the main part of the Weaponry Wing.

"This is the place where you'll be spending most of your free time. The Archer's Homeroom is a very comfortable space, I think you'll find."

I gaped at the room I was standing in. It was smallish, yes, but was set out like a living room, with tables, chairs and even a hearth. Paintings and bows lined the walls, with a few targets to match. It was beautiful.

"Now, today, I want to test out your skills. So, I've organized a... How do you say, course, for you all to try out. Sounds fair?" When we all nodded, Mr Slayer clapped his hands together.

"Marvelous! We will be beginning momentarily, then."

He took us out to the corner of the Weaponary Wing, which was designed as a sort of parkour-obstacle course race. It looked difficult, but interesting.

"This will test your agility. Of course, this will not be the only test this morning. We have three hours to get each of you to do three tests, so move your asses and let's begin!"

He called out students separately, and it was pretty daunting watching how well they went. I wasn't so bad at parkour myself, but some of these people were just unbelievable.

Finally, the moment I've been dreading.

"Nya Analove?" Mr Slayer looked up from his book and quill. "Miss Analove, you're up next."

I took a deep breath, and walked towards the starting line.

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THE QUESTIONS?? WHO IS THIS HANDSOME BOY? WILL NYA COMPLETELY SUCK AT PARKOUR? WILL WE EVER KNOW????

Yes because it's in the next chapter ;D

Oh and shout-out to *takes deep breath* madsupersaiyan2002 *pants heavily* for Vent Arthur :D

- Jazz