Looking past my platform, I carefully glancing over the bloodstained white masked faces of the surviving graduates of this year’s trails. Out of the fifty potential candidates who were eligible for the trails, only eight remained alive. The trails had eliminated the weakness from the group. Leaving behind the ruthless and toughest survivors. Each one more than capable of doing anything and everything required to survive the dangerous world they were about to enter.
“You eight are the only survivors of your class. Enabling you to leave the academy you have called home since you were nothing more than mere children. With the skills and lessons instilled in you here, you will endure any and every hardship you may encounter in your work above. The custom built gear is waiting in suitcases in your rooms. Welcome to the Legion, graduates of this year’s class.”
I’m not even sure what I thought when I typed this. There is something more here, but my mind fails to recall what it is. Any ideas?