Prologue

It was an ordinary night at the Academy. 2 AM. The alarms sounded. Every one got up, put on their clothes, and lined up in the cement playground. It's a room that spans farther than the eye could see in every direction. It's located deep beneath the Academy. The only way to access it is through a high-speed elevator located in the dead center of the property. It stops halfway down, where you must transfer to a cement elevator. This elevator is magnetized towards the “ground”, the nickname given to the cement playground. The descent is almost instantaneous. The magnetization neutralizes before the elevator this the ground.
“Okay, you have ten minutes to congregate. After these ten minutes, we play dodge ball,” the sergeant shouted. If they didn't value their lives, the two hundred men would have groaned. Dodge ball in here was the game they favored least. In the ground, this was no ordinary game. In this version of the game, green orbs came from every direction and moved in random patterns. The problem was, not everyone could naturally see them. This game was designed to aid in the training of the eye. The object was to avoid the orbs, which came in waves. The feeling of coming in contact with an orb has been compared with extreme cases of depression. It creates the sensations of being cold all over, empty and depressed. This directly affects the aura, which turns white, the color it adopts prior to death. It consists of vibrating electrons, same as the green orbs. The aura is unique to the person it belongs to. Once hit, you were out and required to return to the main floor.
“Hey, Bly, look at him over there sitting by himself with his notebook. I feel sorry for him. That's all he ever does.” said Harry. He looked at him for a long time wondering why he doesn't talk.
“Why don't we go over there an-” Bly was cut off by the sergeant.
“Okay, you have three seconds to prepare yourself. Good Luck!” the sergeants shouted as he took the elevator back up. The kid sitting by himself stood up and tapped his eyelids. Then, the orbs started coming from the ceiling. He swatted them away as they came. The sergeant was watching this on a monitor as it happened. “That's amazing,” he said to himself, “his aura is crystal. I've never seen anything like this in my seventy years at the Academy.” The orbs stopped coming for about ten seconds before coming from the sides. The kid was doing the same thing. The only difference was he was moving a lot quicker.
His hands began glowing a bright turquoise and all the orbs stopped moving. The sergeant stood up. Then, suddenly all the orbs targeted his forehead. He didn't react quickly enough. He dove. They hit him directly under his right eye. A mass formed under the skin where the impact was. The skin became whiter than paper, and began swelling. He mumbled something inaudible and tapped two fingers to the small tumor. There was bright flash of light. He burst through the floor of the main lobby and fell limp. The man at the desk was frozen solid. Everyone on the ground was motionless. The sergeant looked up through the hole. There was no way up, he had destroyed the elevator shaft on his way up.
The kid twitched, and then stood up. His face was covered in blood. His aura was white and stretched to a greater distance than visible. He looked at his aura, then looked at his hands, they were still glowing the same color. He turned and ran through the exit. He was out of sight within seconds, his aura out of sight within a few minutes. The man at the desk acted quickly. He called the masters, the most skilled in the arts taught at the Academy. According to the prophecy, there should be nine, however there were only seven worthy of the title.
Once they arrived they worked for hours on repairing the elevator. Once everyone was returned safely to the surface, they began questioning them about what they had witnessed. They stayed for a week and when they were satisfied with the information, they left. After that incident, a girl named Jane became increasingly anti-social. Her closest friend, Tina, asked her about it, but Jane only responded with a sigh. That night she fled from the Academy without telling anyone

Author's Note

I wrote this a couple years ago, it feels like it's too informative about some things, not sure what to do.