[ WP ] life is an rpg where everyone finds out their class at age 18. Business owners start as level 1 merchants , police and military as level 1 guards/fighters , ect . When you turn 18 , you discover you are the first level 1 wizard in over 1000 years .

Once a year comes the day when if you turn eighteen you are given a test. This test would decide on whether you would become a hero, villian, NPC, or monster. My parents had belonged to the hero class and part of the Sock Monkey Guild. Mother had been a Shieldmaiden, Father is a Shinobi. We lost mom a few months ago during the last Troll war. They apparently PM'd each other for months before I was born. 
 
 I'm going to be quite clear, my grades have never been what you would call good. In fact I thought I was going to bomb it and be sentenced as a monster. Thing is if you become a monster, you are forever turned into it. Your young would be human until they saw whether or not you too were worthy of it. 
 
 For weeks before my Dad has been grilling me and as I stood in line sandwiched between a guy who smelled extremely like Troll, and my BFF Lori Taylor my mind went blank. 
 
 Lori has been my BFF since grade two when her family moved here. She saved me half a dozen times, she's also a wiz. I could hear her mutter over and over again. Something to the affect of, `` The Troll rebellion's last any where from 5 months to a year. Three plus five is eight. The current King is Quinten...'' 
 
 The line eeks slowly, this year is a record turn out, even after the test is over we wo n't know how we did for a week when they post the results in the town square. I wonder to myself how many of these kids will get changed into monsters. I'm almost certain I'll be joining them, at the same time, I want to live up to my parents. 
 
 `` Freya Moonstone,'' a blonde lady calls my name, in case you are wondering, I do n't know how my parents decided it or if I came with it. 
 
 `` Here,'' I call out. I'm then lead down to a dark chamber, there is a smallish man waiting for me. 
 
 `` Everyone has magical capabilities, but for the most part they are small. Once there was a race that was almost pure magic, but they have n't been seen in many generations. This is a test to see how much you have.'' He took me over to a desk with a ping pong ball and a set of cups, `` All you have to do is move with your mind the ping pong ball through the series of cups with a blindfold on.'' He placed the blindfold on. 
 
 To tell you the truth, I could n't be sure of anything, although in my mind's eye I could see everything. The guy through the whole thing said, `` Interesting,'' and `` What a novel approach.'' 
 
 It did n't last long, and the same could be said for the next several tests. Once outside I found Lori, and the two of us walked home. `` I found that first test to be so weird did n't you?'' she had to ask me a few times. `` I said, did n't you.'' 
 
 `` Yes, it was so odd,'' I agreed with her. 
 
 She left me at my house and went home from there. My Dad was no where to be found, big shock, he spends more time at the guild hall than half the Guildmasters. I hung my purse up and went to work on dinner. 
 
 The week slowly passed and finally a poster appeared in town. Me and Lori ran all the way. It took only a minute to find her name, Lori Taylor-Class: Hero Subclass: Millitary Level: 1, but my name had a strange title Freya Moonstone-Class: Hero Subclass: Wizard Level: 1. 
 
 `` What the hell does that mean,'' I ask Lori. 
 
 `` Freya, this means your a Wizard, this class has n't been seen for over a 1,000 years. There is n't anyone who's even capable of teaching you.'' 
 
 `` I guess that means all the best guilds are going to be after me.''
