I didn't do it- I swear

“Alright”, Oblin said softly, “Trivium could you please give- Bracer over here a gun. It is time to commence the trials”.

I watched as Trivium placed a few guns in a tray and brought them to me. Two days of pure torture- I had gone through. Suhani had made me spend all my time in the shooting range. In two days I had fired over two thousand shots, from the heaviest possible pistol.

“Your guns, choose one”, Trivium said softly.

I gazed at the boy, three years elder to me. Leader of cabin one- he had a nasty grin on his face and his ugly black beetle eyes stuck to me like glue. The tray he was holding had two guns in them- a black clad small pistol which even by the look of it seemed inferior to its neighbour. The other gun was an orange and white diamond cut pistol.