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A New World

  It's cold.

  I reach for the covers, it shouldn't be time for class yet but my hand touches the cold hard ground. Wisps of grass greet my fingertips.

  Panic rises as I open my eyes and I'm greeted by a transparent blue box blocking my vision.

  I blink away the messages but they just keep coming.

  And lastly, a red box emerges into my vision.

  The blue boxes minimize into some kind of overlay. I see boxes at the edge of my vision depicting things like my Health, Spell Energy, and Essence; amazingly convenient if it wasn't for the fact that as far as the eye could see was nothing but vast plains with a sprinkling of snow.

  I was in the wilderness. With no tools. No servants. No food. Not even water. As a shaper though, we've been given field training on surviving on our own. Being the backbone of the shaper empire we are expected to fend for ourselves and police the lands, or well a full shaper would. I was just a shaper in training.

  That didn't mean I knew nothing. Knowledge is power and as students we were shown how to quickly absorb and memorize what we were taught. I knew I needed to find shelter, find water and find food. First, though, I needed to create a servant to help me construct something to protect us from the elements.

  Starting to move my essence another transparent blue box appeared.

  Infusing my will into the air I began to morph the essence into the vague shape of a humanoid. It was shoddy work, the creature twitching and emancipated but it would live long enough to help me build a shelter.

  With a mental nod to my creation we begin walking trying to find a suitable place to set up camp for the night.

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