Chosen

Chapter Three: Nora

on the right/above is a pic of Master Hart Jillian

Chapter Three: Nora

When I got back to my room, a bluish transparent map of my new agenda, was hanging in the air in the middle of the room. I quickly put the lenses on my eyes. It seemed like I had to meet my new teacher, Master Jillian, at the library in thirty minutes. Master Hart Jillian had a profile on the agenda that kept blinking until I pressed on it. A picture of a man, which seemed to be Master Hart Jillian, with an inverted triangle shaped head and dark hair that matched his eyes appeared on the map with a persona description on its right.

“A skilled fencer and boxer. Just transferred from Ilaine – wonder where that is – with high results in hand-to-hand fighting and knife fight. Holy Imva, who is this guy? Have they hired a complete psychopath?” I kept on reading about Master Jillian. Apparently he’d also been in the army, which I thoughts was odd, ‘cause there hadn’t been a war or anything like it the past hundred years! Literally. Then he’d been taking courses in the southern mountains, which actually didn’t have anything to do with fighting. This guy had the black belt in several sorts of material arts, it made my heart pound more than enough to make me sweat and suddenly there was fifteen minutes till I had to meet him, which made me sweat even more. I ran out of the room, with the map imprinted in my mind. I just had to go straight ahead in the direction of the Dining Hall but instead of going right and into the hall I had to go left. There I got to two huge (seriously huge!) mahogany doors! My eyes widened at the many details of pictures and the big variations of symbols on the door. Unlike the mechanical swiping doors where there was a wave-your-hand-effect these doors actually had door handles. Used golden handles.

“A-hem…” A firm and confident voice said behind me. I turned around and looked upon my teacher. Master Jillian. “You’re late.” he said it without blinking and no expression on his face. Not like on his profile where there had been a smile in his eyes. But I hadn’t been late.

“No I’m not.” I could feel my pulse rise in confusion.

“I’ve been waiting for you for fifteen minutes.”

“But I’m not late. I just left my quarters with the knowledge of having fifteen minutes to get here.” I said, a little annoyed ‘cause I knew I was right. Was he testing me on something?

Master Jillian’s, very muscular, arms folded on his back. “Next time you’ll be here fifteen minutes earlier, is that understood? C’mon. We have work to do.” He said it as if I was some tiny minion. With no word I followed him through out the courtyard not far from the library. From the courtyard my mind felt like it had just exploded. The Institute was bigger than I thought it was. Shaped in a pentagon with eight-ten stories high, with a court in different sections in different levels. And not levels as in oh-a-hill, but in levels as shit-a-cliff-better-take-the-lift-up-and-down levels. The levels didn’t even touch each other! One of the levels had forests, some training Chosens was literally jumping around chasing each other while a teacher was watching their moves and tactic and on another level filled with sand and rock was a thin guy with glasses raising a series of rocks, apparently his rocks weren’t good enough as his teacher made them sin into the earth again and the guy with glasses tried again. Master Jillian and I weren’t on the highest level; I looked up and saw more metal platforms.

“C’mon Turner.” Master Jillian said confident. I made myself aware of him and went after him on a lift up.

“Master Jillian can I ask you something?”

“You just did.”

 “But can I?”

“You did it again.”