Can I join? And just to say, you probably (then again, I'm British) wouldn't say 'more quick'. You'd probably say 'quicker' or 'faster'.

And also, sorry, I'm a spelling freak, from the ti
tle, it's 'writing' not 'writting'. I just get SO annoyed. xD 

xD I was all "Yeah I can help! =D" and then I sort of forgot...  ^_^"

Anyway, I'm still here to help, and if you want me to maybe add a couple of new paragraphs on there, just rmail me (even I can't miss an alert at the top of the page).

The day of the Choosing was very warm and sunny, but Ven couldn't dismiss a feeling of evil in the atmosphere. The twelve-year-old boy thought it was just nerves making him paranoid, which was common among the boys before they went to their Choosing Ceremony. He dismissed the thought as best he could and let his servant lead him to the building of the ceremony.
     Butterflies fluttered in his stomach as he walked up to the two symmetrical gold thrones.
     His brother, Van, was already seated in the other throne. A smile played on the child’s' face as if he was enjoying all of the attention.
     Trumpets blared, the Choosing Ceremony was about to begin.
     Ven's heart beat hard in his chest, like prey who had just been cornered and realized there was no escape. People started to whisper, excited about the event, but Ven couldn't hear them. All he heard was the beating of his own heart. Ven's vision swam before his eyes and he started to sway.
     The servant caught him before he fell. "Are you feeling ill, my liege?"
     Ven could do nothing but nod. The servant picked up the small boy and took him upstairs. He carried him to a master bedroom where he laid the boy down on the bed.
     "I will be right back with Dr. Yuen." the servant said, a look of worry on his face.
     "I'm fine, no need to bother Dr. Yuen. Just give me a few minutes and I'll be downstairs for the Choosing Ceremony."
      The servant nodded, bowed, and left, closing the door behind him.
     Someone behind him chuckled and Ven turned his head to see who it was.
     There, in the corner of the room was a tall slender man. Dark hair framed his face, flowing over his shoulders and his black beard went down to his waist. He was dressed in a black outfit that only high-ranking officials can get their hands on.
     "I knew they would have to leave you alone at some point." the man said in a smooth voice.
     "You are no longer welcome here, Valcolart." Ven hissed.
     "Please, call me Master Valcolart."

One word: BRILLIANT!

That sounds so good! I'm anticipating the next bit :)

*laughs at blushing kakelover* :)

Okay :)

*anticipates*