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Their whole lives they had been preparing for the tests they had just passed. The boys were excited as they entered the training hall. The expansive room was larger than any building in the small villages they hailed from. Along one wall was a rack holding a myriad of strange implements of death. They ranged from small daggers to long polls with enormous spiked heads. The children were shuffled into the room by two attendants dressed in blue. Once they were all inside, the doors shut with a boom that reverberated throughout the unyielding, grey stone of their new home.