"He will come into his leadership when there is no leader

They will follow him from the depths of the earth

They will follow the Dolphin from their very tombs."

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Lay stumbled out of the testing chambers, sweat pouring from his body and exhaustion deep in his bones. His testing had been hard, though he had finally passed in the end.  He spared a quick glance in LuHan’s direction; his final test had involved the other boy. He could still see the vision right before his eyes;

LuHan lay in front of him, bleeding profusely from a wound in his neck. Lay could see the life blood pumping out of his childhood tormentor, the light fading from his eyes as he gasped his last breaths. This boy had made his entire childhood hell; he had bullied him and pranked him at every turn, making getting out of bed every morning a difficult choice. Had it not been for Kris, Lay probably would have just given up and stayed in bed every day instead of face what the hellion named LuHan had planned for him. However, staring at the boy on the ground and feeling all the pain of the past in his heart, Lay could still admit that childhood bullying, no matter how terrible it made him feel, it wasn’t enough to condone LuHan’s death. And so he knelt down beside the other and lifted his hands to the wound, and a glowing light surrounded his hands as he healed his worst enemy.

Lay hated the mentors for making him face that choice. Obviously he would never leave someone to die, no matter what they had done, but he would admit (if only to himself) that it had been a hard choice.

Even at this moment, though, LuHan sat beside Kris, both looking as exhausted as Lay felt. He considered for a moment going over to sit beside Kris, but decided that despite the test, there was still years of hatred between he and LuHan and now wasn't the time to start a fight. He found an empty seat beside a sleeping Chen, and settled in to wait. Chanyeol was the last one testing, and everyone else sat and simply recovered.

No one really noticed the door opening from the hallway.

Chanyeol finished his test thinking he had failed. He had died, succumbed by the flames by his own choice to save his friends. His head hung low on his chest as the visions faded, and tears slid down his cheeks as he thought of the repercussions the world could face from his failure.

He heard a strange sound in the room and looked up reluctantly, hesitant to see Leeteuk's disappointed face. What he saw, t