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In the clearing, rows upon rows of people sat, waiting for the ceremony to begin.Flint and Joada squeezed through an elderly couple to the chanirs where their parents sat. "What took you boys so long?"Meesha Wayward, the boys mother, asked. Meesha was a petite woman with beautiful, melted chocolate eyes. She wore glasses that complemented them wonderfully. She had long brown hair that shone like glass in the sunlight. Joada laughed and elbowed Flint,"This big lug slept in, then when I roused him, he prentended to be the Rockhead Ghoul and tackled me!" They all laughed as Joada mimicked Flint, taling in a deep voice that sounded akin to a giant, rather than Flint. Suddenly, all talking stopped. A hush descended over the crowd as the mayor, a big, kindly man with twinkling blue eyes and shaggy black hair, called out, "WELCOME!" his voice boomed out like thunder. "THIS IS OUR 372 ANNUAL KIPEC, CEREMONY OF THE CHOOSING! I NOW CHOOSE OUR FIRST NEW CREWMEMBER!" He reached a huge hand into a straw basket and pulled out a piece of parchment. He looked at it, troubled, then glanced at Joada. "*AHEM*J-JOADA WAYWARD!GATEGUARD!!"

Time seemed to slow down. Flint's legs turned to jelly. He prayed that he misheard, but the gasps and mutterings told him otherwise. He saw his brother, small and fragile, staring at the stage like it was a dead body. That did it. "SWITCH!I CALL FOR A JOB SWITCH!" Flint cried out. Kissan Wayward, a tall, lanky man with sandy ruffled hair who was the boy's father, grabbed Flint's arm. "Son!No!I-I forbid it!" Flint shrugged out of his fathers grasp. "I'm 17 father, an adult. I will do as I choose." He shoved through the aisles and stalked up the stairs to the stage. Calling out in a voice that reached the whole whole crowd, Flint said,"I, Flint Wayward, take up the responsibilities from Joada Wayward as Gatekeeper. I say this to Reparus, that he may approve of my choices.TBC..