It was last day at the orphanage, for him, for her, for every single twelve-year-old. Things were going to change. For better, for worse, who truly knew. Charlie certainly thought it would be good. A confident and strong young boy, Charlie had been waiting for the choosing ceremony for years. He was dying to get out of the crowded foster homes to the barracks of the warriors of Elliston, the town in which he had grown up. A tough, rough town with fights leaving only the strongest standing, the weak ones falling. If you were weak, and somehow survived the choosing ceremony, you wouldn’t survive the roughneck society. Charlie was ready to prove his place in this society . He might’ve not made the smartness test, but the strength test, he was safely into initiation.
Rosa, who had just turned twelve however, wasn’t so sure she was going going to make it. Sure she was smart, but smart to survive Elliston’s roughneck society, she certainly didn’t think so. She c