Death was a normal person and in being so he was dieing in nervousness. What if he didn't make it? He didn't have anywhere to go back to. His name was called, and he poured into the light. People cheered like this was a tournament, but it wasn't that's not how they describe it. In the high stand there was 3 people one yelled out,"What rank do you wish to try to go for?"

  Death didn't know they had to think about that. Did he really want to just go to C he wished to go higher. He decided and yelled,"Class B!"

  The men laughed at him,but still spoke," To raise in rank you must hurt the Teacher in that class, but you will only raise in class if the Teacher finds you worthly."

    The Teacher was a Blond man that didn't look strong, but Death could feel his strong power of magic. Death had learned simple magic in class while at night he studied the old ways, not that Mrs. Rabbit knew. The man had laughed at him when he walked out,"I'm to fight a child. Who do you take me for?"

"I wish you would not call me a child. I know you strength. You freely sent your power at me, but this will not stop me."

"Then so be it,"with a wave of his hand a horn sounded, and he charged at him with full strength wanting to get this over with probably.

  Death jumped to the side he had seen the man was going to fast to turn. Death drew out a sword that he had brought by working, and had worked on putting it in a space where he could only get it. The sword was nothing fancy, but it was something.

"You have mastered the art of space. You're only in class E. right?"

This was a way to distracted him, but it wouldn't work he wouldn't let it. "Yes I'm in class E, but books works miracles."

"Books can only go so far. You must have trained a lot, but it won't help you."

"You'll be surprised,"Death whispered.

  Death ran with full speed at him the man jumped away, but that was what he wanted. The guy was off balanced he threw the sword, and it would have hit his heart. There was not chances of  survival, but one of the judges used a spell. Time stopped, but some people were still moving the man fell down. Death thought he couldn't move, but he stumped forward that got the attention of everyone still moving. THe blond hair man got up,"How are you still moving only people that know of this spell can move and they must be able to the spell in at least a small spell of this. You are a child how came you know of this spell?"

"Like I said I read in books about spells, and practices."

"Where might you have gotten these books?"

" In the public libary that no one uses, and I can't uses the schools because I need to pass this to get into the school. Then maybe I can sleep on things other than straw, or get a nice meal."

"That library doesn't even have recent books. All you have been learning then is old spells?"

"Yes."

"So you can't even send a message?"

"No I can."

"Show me."

  Death thought about sending a message to Rabbit his reaper can out. He wasn't really proud of his messenger, due to all the people who had shown his their ones had been animals. The man freaked out, and in that way Death was wondering if he really was the B. class teacher. The man stared at him wildly the reaper disappeared. "So you can do a simple Message spell, so what. Many young knights know that spell. You're nothing special,"He spat out,"What's your name Child,"He said child like it was a disease.

   Death was rethinking his deshen to into B. Class. He should have tried out for A. Class, but what if that teacher was even weirder. Then he remembered oh yeah the guy asked him question, but he didn't like the man so he ignored him. The man grab him and started to shake him,"Did you hear me boy?"

  Death looked away. How long was this spell going to stay. He looked up at the judges and yelled,"I know the world isn't moving, but we need to go thru our lives."

  The judge twirled his finger like turn back a clock. Time restarted the sword fell down into rough dirt. The crowd looked around confused. The man had pulled away yelling,"I will never let this kid into my class."

"Well I will,"a young man that looked like the twin of the B. class teacher but he had blues instead of green.

"Brother you would take this kid into S. class he hardly has learned any spells."

"But he has potential,"He turned to Death,"come with me.

Death walked out with him, and in a child like act he stuck his tongue out at the B. class teacher.