I gasp when my eyes fly open, hauling breath into my lungs as if I’ve just broken out of a pool of water.


    I immediately it up. panting, staring around at my unfamiliar surroundings. And my


    thought, absurdly, is that I’m in the dream state-


    Because this – this is not the dorm room that I was in with my friends ten seconds ago.


    first


    No, as I look around I realize that I’m in the woods now. But it takes me a few moments and blinks to


    realize that these are not the dream woods in which I meet Luca – but real woods. And it’s dusk, which


    is absurd, because it was just night time, but why…


    My instinctse back to me in bits and pieces and I curl my legs beneath me, ready to get to my feet


    as I look warily around, trying to figure out what the hell is going on here. My body feels sluggish and


    tired, but I would swear that moments ago I was drinking a toast with Daphne


    Daphne, who I suddenly remember betrayed us. But why!?


    I dart my eyes around, trying to figure out my surroundings, how I got here, why I’m all alone, and I


    almost jump when I turn to see a wooden box behind me.


    Ari rk, it says, my name written onto a piece of paper nailed to the top. I just stare at it for a long


    moment, putting together the clues.


    I’m here, alone, in the woods, with a long box with my fake name on it.


    And the only ones who use my fake name are…the Academy…


    Suddenly, as I move my hands to the box and flip open the lid, I figure it out.


    The Examination. This is the damn Examination – they lied to us, telling us it was next week so that we


    wouldn’t suspect or prepare. And Daphne didn’t betray us – she was just doing her damn job, drugging


    us with the wine so that they could get us here to be…to be examined, I guess.


    I nce around in the box, which doesn’t hold much, though I admit that the contents are fascinating.


    For a moment I ignore the long crossbow and the set of six vials, opting instead for the little folded


    piece of paper, which surely has the thing I want most in the world right now: information.


    My hands shaking a little, I sink back onto the ground with my legs underneath me, my eyes flying over


    the note as I unfold it.


    Cadet rk, it begins.


    Your Examination begins the moment you wake and read this note. In order to continue at the


    Academy in the spring term, you are required to be amongst the top 60% of cadets in your year who


    pass the Examination.


    The Examination ends when you reach the Final Destination, noted on the included map.


    I take my eyes away from the letter just for a moment, ncing into the box to see that there is indeed


    a map inside along with a smallpass.


    All cadets have been given the same map andpass, though yours has been marked with your


    unique starting point. The other supplies in the bin have been given to you by the professors in your


    specific discipline in order to aid you on your mission to reach the Final Destination quickly and ahead


    of your fellow cadets. Please note that only the first 60% of cadets to reach the finish line will be invited


    back in the Spring term; even if you do reach the Final Destination, if you cross the finish line toote,


    you will not be invited back.


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    The supplies included have been designed by your professors to aid you to slow any of fellow


    candidates on their own way to the Destination, should that be part of your tactics. However, be aware


    that these supplies are not designed to kill. While this is a war simtion at a military academy, your


    fellow candidates are your countrymen. Any tant acts designed specifically to kill will be met with


    strict discipline.


    My eyes go wide at this warning because….well, I mean, they’ve given me a cross bow, haven’t they?


    What do they want me to do with it, make friends?


    I return my attention back to the page, finishing the letter in a quick nce.


    You have thirty–six hours to reach the Final Destination. Any candidate who takes longer than that will


    not pass. We wish you the best of luck.


    I nce through the note one more time, my minding fully back to me now adrenaline starts to


    pump through my veins. Once I’m sure that I’vemitted it all to memory. I crumple it and toss it into


    the corner of the box, sorting quickly through my supplies as I nce around the forest, eager to get on


    the move.


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    Because it’s not only that I’m on a short timeline here, but I’m also newly aware that the vast majority of


    my fellow cadets are now my enemies, seeking to slow me down. And considering who I am, and how


    small I am?


    I’m easy pickings, all alone like this. No, I’ve got to move, and fast.


    My hands shake a little as I strap the crossbow to my back, examining the quiver full of arrows


    lightening fast before I attach their little belt to my hip. All their points, I noted, are suitably dulled – not


    designed to rip through flesh, just, as the note suggested, to do enough damage to slow someone


    down.


    Unless you get someone in the eye, my wolf says, her hackles raised, all of her instincts on high alert


    as she turns around, examining the forest as I pick up the set of vials at the bottom of the box.


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    1 smirk a little at herment, because – quite frankly – I’m good enough with a crossbow now that I


    could sink an arrow into someone’s eye. Not that I’d do that, I don’t think, but….


    I mean, would I?


    If I were pushed to it, could I kill someone, even a countryman, as the note says?


    My wolf hesitates alongside me, but I brush the thought away, forcing myself to concentrate on the


    supplies after another quick nce around the quiet forest.


    I immediately recognize the chemicals as those from Neumann’s collection and, considering my


    expertise, I know precisely what to do with them. The collection, as the note suggests, includes enough


    ingredients for me to make a moderately toxic poison that will definitely stop a cadet in their tracks but


    won’t kill them. The kit also cleverly contains a series of decoy chemicals, designed to trick an


    espionage–track cadet who hasn’t properly studied our textbook.


    But me? I studied.


    Lightening fast, I quickly mix the correct toxin and then hurl the remaining vials into the forest, wanting


    them out of sight. Then I grab the canteen of water from the back of the box, quickly chugging as much


    as I can from it before dumping the toxin in it, making sure that I get in everyst drop. Then this vial,


    too, I throw into the woods.


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    Finally, I grab my map and an apple from the bottom of the box, leaving the rest of the food behind,


    knowing that on my small frame I won’t be able to carry it. Thirty–six hours I can go that long without


    food and water, and I need to be fast.


    So 1 chew the apple as I go, consulting mypass and then moving north in the direction that the


    map indicates the Final Destinationys. As I pass out of my little starting grove, I casually drop my


    water canteen behind, almost like I did it by mistake as I ran.


    I’m not going to get a chance, after all, to get close enough to any of my fellow cadets to press the toxin


    directly to their skin or their faces. Getting close enough to do that would mean that I got knocked out


    before I even had a chance.


    So my best chance? A scavenger cadet who is loading up on lost supplies.


    I clench my teeth as I move away from the canteen, ncing at my map and thendscape around me,


    trying to figure out my best route.


    All the while wondering desperately how the hell I’m going to get through this in time.


    And where the hell my family and friends are.


    As I plunge into the woods, I hope desperately that they, too, are safe and on the move.