Try Learn Destroy (Book One- Try)

ONE- What A Day

“Mister Lamb, can I go and get a textbook?” I ask. My maths teacher nods. He is the coolest teacher in our town by far.

“If you open the Realm of Kiban and release the Freud then you and you only will be cleaning up the mangled corpses.” He shoos me away. Recently the first of the Realm of Kiban books was released causing many teachers to frown upon the ever growing fan base. Mr Lamb is surprisingly a fan of the book and teases the paranoid students in his classes because he is aware that the Realm of Kiban was opened in a walk in cupboard. Taking advantage of the chance to scare the wimpy kids in my class, I peer in each drawer once I have claimed my textbook.

I glance in the final cabinet. It’s the one that nobody uses because it’s got one wonky handle. Hanging on the coat hooks on the door, dangles a fine golden chain. The central charm is a golden oval with a phrase in Latin engraved into it. I pick it up, baffled as to why someone would put a Latin phrase on a necklace. Latin is a dead language.

I gasp when I realise how long I have been staring blankly at the necklace in my hand. Running out of the room and toward Mr Lamb’s rant on how to do stratified sampling. What on earth will I need to use stratified sampling for anyway? I frown as I am beckoned back into my seat to listen to my cool teacher drone on about something as boring as maths.

I glare at the clock. Any class before Gym drags on like it lasts a thousand years. Unfortunately for me maths does that for me whether or not Gym will be my next class so maths feels like it lasts ten thousand years. I daydream longingly of what awaits me at the end of this dull lecture. In mere minutes I will be charging toward the changing rooms so I can be ready for shooting practise with my best friend Cyrus. It’s technically an illegal practise unless taught for self-defensive purposes. This bores us to no end so we pretend to shoot defensively but instead we are shooting as if we were assassins. Gym flies by on the range. Two hours feel like twenty minutes. I drum my fingers on the desk, imagining my crossbow before me. I can almost feel the string on my fingertips.

When the bell finally chimes I race toward my locker and change into my PE kit faster than many would deem humanly possible. I frown as I am looked down upon by the girls in the changing rooms. It was not my fault that blue paint is faintly visible on my shirt and red dye has stained my beige shorts. Dashing past the teachers yelling “present”, I almost fall over Cyrus, who is already on the range with the crossbows and his newest invention. These robotic birds will fly while being powered by the sun. I smirk as I take my crossbow from him. I grin at my friend. We are already in our statures of preference. Cyrus stands upright with his head tilted to the left while I prefer to shoot in a crouched position. We can both shoot with either stature. It’s mainly just how we would rather stand. The first bird raises and takes flight across the range. Moving targets are not my strongest point when shooting. Cyrus and I take aim. I miss. My arrow appears to be firmly wedged into a tree four hundred metres away. I frown, heading away to retrieve it.

As I suspected, the arrow is in fact suck on the tree. I hoist myself up onto the lower branches so I can climb up and reach it. I pluck the arrow out of the bark after a strong effort filled yank. As I leap down, I see something purple in a tree in the woods. I shrug. It’s most likely a Church Forbidder. Bellow me Cyrus takes down the bird. His expression says more than words ever could. He’s so giddy, blond wavy hair obscuring one of his violet blue eyes as he beams, his braces make Cyrus seem much more innocent and weak than anything else. I smile at my friend. Cyrus is never happier than he is in the lab or the range. I know for a fact that I never have as much fun as I do when I’m firing a crossbow and I honestly see no problem in that. I ready myself for the next birds.

The bell disrupts my peace, dragging me away from my place of paradise. Those two hours flew by! I shot seven birds and Cyrus took down nine. That is it, the day’s end. I quickly pull my uniform on over my gym gear. I rush home eager to translate what was on that locket. Curiosity has been eating at my insides!