Rows of cages with human cattle lined the dungeon of the castle. The latest shipment in preparation of the upcoming gauntlet. Every three years the gauntlet is held. The next year the chosen prodigies within north America will be polished and set apart from the rabble. Where the Brooks could rise again in high society, at least that was the hope of the patriarch of the their coven.
"When do we expect the chosen to begin arriving at the town?", spoke Harold Brook one of the three brothers who fathered possible chosen for their Coven. "At the start of this years semester like always. They shall attend the private one without exception, this batch has a tendency to break rules without a care. We must adapt to any complications." Said Andy Brooks the second brother.
Like clock work, the two brothers supervised the preparation of the academy for the next year. Hundreds of human cattle had been brought throughout the past two years fed constantly three meals a day. The rooms throughout the castle carefully fitted for the needs of the teachers and challenges the chosen were to face. This would be the last chance their family could gain an entree into the academy.
Harold received a call from his youngest brother that they were on route for the town. "I wonder if he's still hoping for a miracle. Even bringing that bastard with him is too much favouritism. Even his weak offspring is stronger than him." Before he could continue Harold stopped him "what our brother does is no longer our concern." He paused before finishing his statement "father—he gave him the old mansion for what reason? I doubt he believes our nephew can be a contender in the gauntlet but —the bastard —his smell, his father must be a pure blood."
A sneer escaped them both at the thought of their father electing someone outside the family —the bloodline. Suddenly one of the assistants arrived with a list of the covens who will participate. Only three stuck out, "hmm the Ivy coven no surprise there, Aurora's coven and Carmella's coven. We should be able to take one position of the graduates. Sadly the wolves still haven't sent their list. Seems there's still inner discord amoung them." Said Harold. Andy payed no mind to Harold's thoughts eyeing one of humans recently brought, saliva dripping from his mouth "Egyptian, I haven't had such a delicious meal. Surly the chosen could spare one." Harold nodded with displeasure giving no mind to the screams of cattle, his thoughts on his youngest brother, "desperation leds to sacrifice, right father?"