After some thought about what went on this past year at Lord Dragomir's Academy, Nemeth blinked his eyes rapidly, rubbed them vigorously and finally arose from his bed. He looked at the large quantities of medals and trophies strewn about the room and his wooden sword mounted on the wall. His stomach growled with hunger pains and he tried his best to ignore them. He hadn't eaten in a few days. He had gone much longer without food before for many different reasons. Some of the time he went hungry it was due to food being withheld from him as punishment for bad behavior. Most of the time he went hungry was because the professors wanted to experiment on him and the other students. Competitions were held to see who could go the longest without collapsing from hunger and thirst. The students were told by the professors that these starvation exercises were designed to strengthen them. Not many believed this to be the case. Nemeth focused on his awards once again to make him feel better. This was no time to fuss about hunger pains. Besides, today he would be able to eat all the food he wanted. There was always a wonderfully prepared feast before each graduation ceremony. Nemeth began to salivate at the thought of the feast when he noticed that the sun was shining brightly through the tiny windows in his room. He suddenly realized that he was running very late. He grabbed a clean brown towel and a change of clothes from his closet. He then proceeded to make his way out of his room at Justile Dormitory and into the main hallway of his floor. He shut the door quietly behind him. He started walking slowly towards the shower room with his head down. Nemeth didn't feel like seeing anybody who might be walking around on his floor right now.
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