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hell,” was all Summer could get out before she was dragged inside.
    When she opened her eyes again she was grasping onto Ash for dear life. Summer let go just as the contents of her stomach came up.
    She held up her hand. “Stay back, golden boy. I don't need your help this time.”
    He lowered his hand. “My name is Petar and that's Tracy.”
    “Fine,” gasped Summer. “I don't think I need to introduce myself since everyone seems to magically know my name.”
    She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and attempted to stand back up. Her jaw dropped open as the background came into view. Resting on top of a hill was the biggest castle she had ever seen. Not even the books she read had described something so horrifying and beautiful at the same time.
    Tracy smirked. “Welcome to the Wielder Training Grounds or WTG.”

 
    Chapter 3
     
    “You're telling me there's some random castle in the middle of Chicago and no one has said anything?” Asked Summer.
    “I'm sure they would,” answered Ash. “But we're in Ireland.”
    Summer blinked a few times and stared at their retreating forms. She let out a deep breath and raced after them.
    “You're kidding, right? Does that mean I'm stuck here?”
    “No,” replied Ash. “I'll take you back.”
    “Through the whirly portal of death?” She shook her head. “I'll take my chances here for now.”
    The four of them made their way to the large castle. The more they approached it the bigger the thing looked. Summer was starting to become intimidated.
    She was with strange people, in a strange world, and with a bunch of strange powers. It was overwhelming to say the least.
    They stopped right before the castle entrance which was blocked by a wall made of dirt and stone. It rose to the top of the door, making it at least fifty feet tall.
    Two men stepped forward, their dark brown eyes taking everyone in.
    “It's Ash. Let us in.”
    They nodded and both held their hands up. As they lowered them the walls came down.
    “Pretty serious stuff,” whispered Summer.
    Petar huffed. “It wasn't always like this. The walls are here for defense now instead of keeping regular people out.”
    “Defense against what?”
    “The wielders that were chasing you.” He raised his brow. “Or did you hit your head too and forget?”
    “Whatever,” she said, rolling her eyes.
    As soon as they passed the door they were swarmed by a group of people. All of them were asking questions at the same time that it sounded like some kind of heavy metal concert where no one ever knew the lyrics.
    “Enough!” shouted a large man.
    His black and white hair was a shock to see but, nothing compared to his huge stomach. The buttons on his shirt were begging for mercy as they pressed tightly against the material. One wrong move and they would explode.
    He threw back his ponytail, daring anyone to challenge him. When no one said a word he visibly relaxed and continued speaking.
    “I'm sure we have a lot of questions for our guest. Why don't we let her get cleaned up, eat, settle in, and sleep? Don't you think we owe her that?”
    Most grumbled in agreement.
    “Good,” he nodded. He turned his attention to Tracy. “Take her to the fire wielders room and show her where everything is.”
    She nodded her head once but, didn't look thrilled to be taking Summer with her.
    “You can just tell me where it is,” said Summer. “I'm good with directions.”
    Tracy rolled her eyes. “I'm a fire wielder and so are you. We share a room.”
    “Oh,” was all Summer could say.
    She glanced back one last time at all the curious faces. They were staring at her like she was some kind of freak show.
    Tracy led them through a series of doors and down a long hall. They stopped in front of a black door with three red lines going across it. She laid her hand on it and waited. The marks began to glow and the door slowly creaked open.
    “This is so weird.”
    Tracy ignored her and continued into the room. Summer