First draft start

         
         

The Arena

          As the arena lit up, Juno started to tremble. He looked up and saw the massive wall of the arena, with the whole village watching, and the massive wall carved with fine integrated lines that Juno could see radiating immense power. This was his chance to get into Ironband Academy and start his life.


          "Welcome everyone to the Ironband competence trial," said Bildad, "this is an important day for our young students with all their training going toward this great trial, this trial will decide where these young students will do their apprenticeship and their starting rankings at Ironband."


          As Juno took in the speech, he could feel the stress in the air as Bildad, pulled the level, to start the trial, as the iron bar grate was pulled up the students stepped out onto the floor of the arena, looking to begin their trials.
          "So, this is where it all begins," Mato said as he stepped up beside Juno putting his hand on his shoulder, "this is where it will all be decided."
          "If each student will please step into their assigned circle the trials will begin," says Bildad as he waves his hand above his, and 16 small circles engrave themselves into the center of the arena radiating, a little blue glow and a shimmer of light right above them.
          As Juno steps forward onto his circle its glow diminishes and its engraving starts to float up and surround Juno, as he looks through his circle he can see it is happening to the other students as well, and as the engraving dims in their light Juno can just begin to see a faint line above the heads of Mato. "Look!" says Mato pointing above your head and as you look up you can see the same faint line.
          Then as the arena shakes a loud voice says, "Let the trials begin!"
          Then feeling the moisture on his feet Juno looks down and sees a strange mist begin to rise out of the floor of the arena, as it rises and begins to obscure the other students Juno reaches out and touches the mist, it feels as if a cool breeze is flowing through it and as is his hand is fully enclosed by the mist the hair on his arms tingle with static electricity.
          Juno looks around as the mist swirls around him, morphing into different colors and shapes, forming in the mist circle of stones with an old forest around it, the stones are covered in moss with a bag resting at the foot of each pillar, as Juno steps