About the oracular

He heard a sound of an engine and began to rise from where he was seating only to return. It was not me who had arrived. It was just another ordinary car within the community.

A while after that, Alee, one of his classmates went past her. She bumped into a teacher who instead of getting mad at her just wished her well in her upcoming competition. Apparently, she was an athlete and she specialized in jumping events.

"Good luck at your tryouts for nationals Alee," said Ms. Adi and turned towards her class.

"Oh, thanks," replied Alee all the while looking at Rwoth as though she were evaluating him. She had never looked at him, not once, not even when they crossed paths along the compound. That was her anyway, at least that is what Rwoth kept telling himself.She headed out towards the car where her parents were, but weirdly enough, they had anxious looks on their faces.

'Wait, don't tell me she is going where I was going, is she? She would not be going for the 'TRIAL'. But what if she is.'He jumped off the chair. 'If she is going there, someone is ought to warn her about it.

'A lot of kids think its special their parents do too. Especially in families that had a magus as an ancestor. And for some families that have had a lot of bypassed generations without a magus. They see this child as their reviving hope. But it is the children without any living magus relative that face it rough since they think having magic is all like what they see in movies.Well, it is nothing like it is in the movies. Totally nothing.

At this moment, I pulled up to the school will a pull of brakes cutting off Rwoth's view of Alee. Rwoth opened the door and ran faster outside, but he was late in warning Alee as their car had already pulled away.He had failed to warn her.

"Rwoth." I called him as I was leaning against the car door. My hair was going gray due to the passage of time. I was wearing a grey thick jacket despite the heat of the day. Call most times even thought I looked like Obote due to my well-kept dark greyish thick afro.

"Are you ready?" I asked him.He grimaced. 'I mean, how could you ever be ready for something that could turn your life and all you knew upside down. How?'

"I guess" he replied shyly.I opened the car door for him to get in.As he sat in the back seat, his eyes landed on the splint he once used when he was eight. He had fallen, hurting his good arm, and had to put it on for a while.

"What's with these?" he asked whilst holding them."The more badly off you look, I think the more they will be encouraged to reject you." I replied to his question as we pulled out of the school."This really is cheating." Rwoth complained.

"Rwoth, we both know that cheating is done to win, not to lose."He rolled his eyes at me not believing what I had said. He believed that there was no way he would put on the splint ever again, especially if he really did not have to. He did not argue about it though since he had a lot going through his mind. Thinking about how he was to fail this scary 'trial'.

As I drove with my hands tightly wrapped around the wheel, Rwoth was gazing out at the trees, trying to remember all he knew about the Oracular and how he was supposed to fail their test.He recalled the first time I told him about them. I had called him to the sitting room and sat him on the sofa.

He had come from a fight at school, with his lips bleeding and was not in the mood to listen to anything I had to say. I had to toughen up, made him scared so he could listen to what I had to say. That is when I told him. I told him he had a serious disease I think I called it a defect, I told him the disease was the ability to do magic.He squeezed himself within the chair while I talked.

He had been used to being picked on since he was young mainly because of his arm. And since they thought he was a better target, they had kept on bullying him; mainly the older bullies in the community and school. Usually, he was able to get out of such scenarios unscathed but there was a time a group of older boys surrounded him near a bushy path as he was on his way back home.

They had pushed him around among their circle as though they were playing ball following that with painful insults.Rwoth knew that most times, it's better to hit the gang leader as the others would just scram, and so did he this time. But this time was different, the leader was stronger than he was and pinned him on the ground as the others decide to rain punches all over his body. They even tried to force him to apologize to them and admit that he was a very big loser.

But Rwoth, with his stubbornness instead said, "Sorry for being awesome losers." On hearing this, they hit him hard until he blacked out.He must have fainted for some few minutes because when he reopened his eyes, he saw the boys trying to run away as fast as they could as if they had seen some scary ghost.

Rwoth turned around but couldn't find anything scary around and he was smart enough to know that it must have been something he did unconsciously.

He looked around to see a crack on the path that ran from where he was lying following the boys who were running. At this time, he believed this was the very best thing he had ever done in the hole of his life.

But well as usual, I disagreed when he told me the story.