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Chapter 9
~A Few Hours Later~
Nimble and the others all stood outside in a straight line, their fellow ship mages stood next to them with the ships standing behind them. She shifted on her paws to keep them awake as the headmistress continued a speech she’d been giving for the past five minutes.
“And once again, I welcome you to Unterhund Academy for ship mages!” she said, “Here you will work hard at learning the ways of the ship mages as well as how to harness your magic to use it only for good. You will work hard and study and at the end of the year, we will compete in the annual Capture the Flag competition against Spiffington Academy and-”
She was suddenly interrupted by the groaning and moaning of the upper classmen.
“Spiffington?! Those guys beat us every year!” One mage cried in protest , “Why should this year be any different?!”
“Oh come on.” Nimble chuckled, “It can’t be THAT bad, can it?”
“You’re…kidding…right?” one of the mages, a tall muscular man named Branford, said as he looked down the line, “Spiffington is a MILITARY academy. That’s ALL they do is fight.”
“Doesn’t mean we still can’t beat them…” Nimble mumbled to herself.
“Enough!” the head mistress shouted to regain order, “That’s all for orientation, you are dismissed!”
The mages and their ships then all left to go to breakfast.
Frankie and martin were both standing at attention as the head master was walking down the line.
“Tuck in that shirt!” he growled to one of the cadets as he walked by, inspecting the line, “Button that collar! Fix that hat!”
The man then made his way up to them as he started to address them.
“We’re going to teach you to work HARD here at Spiffington!” he said as he marched past them, “We’ve worked hard, since this school first opened, to always beat Unterhund at Capture the Flag and we will NOT fail this time!”
“HARRUMPH! HARRUMPH!” the men all cheered in response, except for Frankie.
“We will prove, once again, that military might is STRONGER than magic!”
“HARRUMPH! HARRUMPH!” the men called out, once again Frankie was silent. This time it caught the Headmaster’s attention.
“I never got a Harrumph out of you!” he growled as he stabbed a finger into his chest with a growl, “Give our comrades a Harrumph!”
“Uh…Harrumph?” Frankie said cautiously.
“You watch your butt!” He growled as he stepped back and announced, “DISMISSED!”
The cadets all broke up and left for breakfast in groups of twos or threes some even had more in their groups. Frankie however walked alone thinking, “Perhaps this WASN’T the right choice of school for me.”…
~A Few Hours Later~
Nimble and the others all stood outside in a straight line, their fellow ship mages stood next to them with the ships standing behind them. She shifted on her paws to keep them awake as the headmistress continued a speech she’d been giving for the past five minutes.
“And once again, I welcome you to Unterhund Academy for ship mages!” she said, “Here you will work hard at learning the ways of the ship mages as well as how to harness your magic to use it only for good. You will work hard and study and at the end of the year, we will compete in the annual Capture the Flag competition against Spiffington Academy and-”
She was suddenly interrupted by the groaning and moaning of the upper classmen.
“Spiffington?! Those guys beat us every year!” One mage cried in protest , “Why should this year be any different?!”
“Oh come on.” Nimble chuckled, “It can’t be THAT bad, can it?”
“You’re…kidding…right?” one of the mages, a tall muscular man named Branford, said as he looked down the line, “Spiffington is a MILITARY academy. That’s ALL they do is fight.”
“Doesn’t mean we still can’t beat them…” Nimble mumbled to herself.
“Enough!” the head mistress shouted to regain order, “That’s all for orientation, you are dismissed!”
The mages and their ships then all left to go to breakfast.
Frankie and martin were both standing at attention as the head master was walking down the line.
“Tuck in that shirt!” he growled to one of the cadets as he walked by, inspecting the line, “Button that collar! Fix that hat!”
The man then made his way up to them as he started to address them.
“We’re going to teach you to work HARD here at Spiffington!” he said as he marched past them, “We’ve worked hard, since this school first opened, to always beat Unterhund at Capture the Flag and we will NOT fail this time!”
“HARRUMPH! HARRUMPH!” the men all cheered in response, except for Frankie.
“We will prove, once again, that military might is STRONGER than magic!”
“HARRUMPH! HARRUMPH!” the men called out, once again Frankie was silent. This time it caught the Headmaster’s attention.
“I never got a Harrumph out of you!” he growled as he stabbed a finger into his chest with a growl, “Give our comrades a Harrumph!”
“Uh…Harrumph?” Frankie said cautiously.
“You watch your butt!” He growled as he stepped back and announced, “DISMISSED!”
The cadets all broke up and left for breakfast in groups of twos or threes some even had more in their groups. Frankie however walked alone thinking, “Perhaps this WASN’T the right choice of school for me.”…
holy crap! a new chapter so suddenly o.0 i had a little free time so i figure'd i'd try to post one. that will most likely change after next week as i have a fursuit comission that i need to get done XD
anyhoo...
cookie points to whoever gets the refrence at the end of the chapter ^^
htrae and it's charaters (c)
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pangea and it's charaters (c)
2013
anyhoo...
cookie points to whoever gets the refrence at the end of the chapter ^^
htrae and it's charaters (c)
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