Jason
"Laser girl? That's soooo you." A boy snickered behind Jason.

"What did you say?" Jason asked and whirled around, expecting to be face to face with the bully. Not so much. She was actually staring into his hoodie strings. Jason slowly looked up and realized the boy was 7 feet tall. As she looked at him, he was literally growing in front of her. In no time at all, he was a towering 12 feet.
"Super height, suck it." He sneered and shoved Jason back.

"You'll regret that." Jason said, and she pretended to turn around, calm and collected. Ha. That wasn't Jason. She listened and heard him shrinking back to his normal height of a casual 7ft. Jason quickly whipped back around and landed a punch straight at his jaw. Which was quite a feat considering that his head was two feet above hers. 

A whoosh echoed through the gymnasium, and everyone suddenly shut up. The principle of Thrafter, Brior Hield stood on top of the bleachers, her faint transparent gold wings shimmering behind her.

"Hello, students. To those of you who are here for the first time, welcome. And to those of you returning, we are glad to see you back." A wave of calm rushed through the room, and everyone relaxed. The small thunder storm somewhere on the left side of the gym stopped, and the children who had tuned into bunnies transfigured back to human. Briors smiled kindly, her gaze landing in every single person in the room.

"It is accustom that every year, we remember why and by whom this school was founded." Brior clicked a button embedded in the wall. The lights dimmed and you could see Principle Briors wings glowing clearly.
"Now, please enjoy."
A video projector lowered from the ceiling, and a voice that seemed to come from the wall itself spoke.

"In the early ages, Thrafters lived alongside landers, or as some call them, humans. But landers evolved, as did we, and they started to realize we were not like them. The small group of Thrafters that lived at this time was cast away, exiled with no chance of survival. But we lived, we thrived in these desolate conditions, and we grew.

"Our numbers grew so large that we started to send Thrafters back into the lander world. Some became so called 'superheroes', and some with weak thrafts became geniuses.

"Thrafters still live in thrafter only cities, hidden from lander eyes. Some live with landers, keeping their thrafts hidden until needed. Now we have stopped migrating Thrafters back into lander worlds, and instead we let our civilians go wherever they please. Thanks to new research, we have learned that more than half of Thrafters come from lander parents. Due to this, we have been sending out guardians, or Thrafters that can since when people have a thraft, and bring these students here.

"Most are found and taught how to control, manipulate, and use their thrafts, but some with very light and hard to direct thrafts slip through our screening and live as landers. Einstein was one, so was Usain Bolt, and so was Steve Jobs.

As young Thrafters yourself, you are exspected to show dignity and pride for being a Thrafter, and use your thrafts only for good. You are to make sure that every where you go, you remember the Thrafter legacy. And with that, let the school year begin!"

The projected slided up into the ceiling and Principle Brior stepped forward.
"The thrafter school was created around 300 BC, when we realized that young thrafters needed a better place to learn how to use their talents than the walls of their own home. When it was founded, the creators decided that the different types of thrafts could not live together in the same building, let alone be together for long periods of time in the same room. No doubt you experienced this when you were in this room earlier."
Brior smiled, and nervous laughter came from a few people in the room. Jason herself was one of these people.

"Therefore, the founders decided to have multiple different 'categories'. Each student would be judged by their thraft and their personality for which category they would go into. The students in each category would work together well and their powers would not conflict. There were six of these 'categories', called Cohorts.

The Wolen thrafters are made up of the oldest thrafts. They contain most of the old-magic powers, like spell casters, potion masters, charmers, oracles, and more. The values of the Wolen are mostly based on tradition. They have a sacred book that they believe prophecies their future. The Wolen cohort was founded by a village, as is their rival cohort, Elfven.

The Elfven cohort's name resembles the world elf for a reason. Most of the students that are in the Elfven cohort physically resemble elves, and their powers are very similar to elven powers, like nature channeling, summoning, enhanced agility, the list goes on and on.

Next is the Powell cohort. The students in the Powell cohort have very powerful thrafts, like enhanced strength, reflexes, combat, aim and marksmanship, leadership, and more. This thraft excels during war time and most soldiers in the thrafter army come from the Powell cohort. One physical feature that essentially all Powell students share is that they are all male."

At this fact a wave of stress, slight anger, and confusion rippled through the audience.

"Later, I will explain why, but first I would like to announce the remaining cohorts.

Next comes the Braden cohort. This cohorts powers resemble the Powell cohorts with a few changes. The powers like leadership, tactics, and more mental powers are not part of the Braden's powers. They are also a female and male group. Most of Braden's students have exaggerated physical strength on top of their personal thraft.

The next cohort is the Torero cohort. This cohort is made up of extremely intelligent students, with most of their powers involving enhanced mental abilities.

Last but not least is the only all female cohort, Baird cohort. Most of their powers involve magic, but the more persuasive side of magic, like charms and enchantments. Each student has enhanced beauty on top of their personal power."

Now on to how you know which cohort you are in. You do not simply choose. All new students will approach a wall with six tunnels. You will have no idea which tunnel leads to which cohort. Without hesitation, simply walk into the one you feel the most drawn to. Do not stop to think about it, do not see who else is going to which tunnel, do not let anything but your intuition guide you. Returning students, please go into your cohorts tunnel. Even though the tunnels have changed position since last year, your cohorts tunnel will pull you in since you have already been initiated into your cohort. "

Principle Brior smiled again and waved her hand while muttering a few words. Six tunnels appeared in the far wall, each slightly different in size and shape. Students started walking forward, the oldest students' feet barely touching the ground as they practically floated into their tunnels.

Jason felt a strong tugging feeling in her left leg. She nearly stumbled over a smaller kid as she walked uncontrollably to the leftmost tunnel. She muttered a quick sorry and practically marched into one of the tunnels, positive she was meant to be here. Several students followed her, their footsteps echoing in the dimly lit tunnel.

Jason walked closer to the wall, her hand grazing against the mud and she walked blindly onward.

The tunnel finally opened up to a large cavern with huge pillars of rock and stone towering up from the ground and sticking out dangerously from the ceiling. A huge banner was hanging from the sides of the cavern, a reddish brown paint slapped on and still almost dropping from the sheet.

Jason held a hand up to her eyes to shade them from the harsh light that was flooding into the cavern from the hole in the ceiling.

"Congratulations! You're a Braden!"