"Mum! Mum!" I, Rosalind yelled."I'maprenticedtoourhealerWillow!" "What did you just say? Slow down will you I can't understand a word your saying." Aphid replied. "Now say it SLOWLY so I can understand." "I am...apprenticed...to our healer...Willow." I said breathing hard. "I ran all the way back as soon as I could so I move to the healers tent as soon I'm done packing." "Ok then get a move on, little one.". I still can't get my head around the fact that I don't count as a utterly useless child any more, I'm an apprentice.The ceremony was short and sweet for me, although I feel sorry for those who didn't get chosen. The rules are: first, over a three year period you will work with all of the different masters, so they can tell whether you have talent for their area (You don't actually get told whether your good at it or not, gives more suspension at the choosing and then you don't get total try-hards if you're a mentor). Second, if you don't get chosen then you are welcome to stay as a farmer (earth), fisherman/seaman (water), pilot (air), as an entertainer (fire) or leave your hometown to try your luck at another element or become a wanderer/gypsy. If you choose none of these options you will be considered a pirate or a rouge and a threat."What were you called?" my mother said, interrupting my thoughts. "They called me a warrior-healer." I yelled down the staircase. What I mean by saying 'warrior-healer' is saying the arts I excelled in was the path of the warrior and the healers art. so I could train to be a healer and learn how to be a warrior or a guard. but most children only get one option, I was a) very lucky and b) very smart (and smug because of that)