“Is it possible that they wouldn’t pass The Hundred? After all these years?” Thor asked. Reece furrowed his brow. “It is different for every age and every year. I know stories of many who have not made it, at any age.” The group of boys fell silent, as Thor stared into the flames, wondering what lay ahead of them. After a long while, there was a commotion, and the boys turned to see Kolk marching into the center of the circle, his back to the flames, flanked by two warriors. Kolk scowled down at the boys, slowly pacing, looking each one in the eye as he went. “Rest up and eat up,” he said. “This will be the last time you do. From here on, you’re no longer boys, but men. You’re about to embark on the hardest hundred days of your life. When you return—if you return—those of you who retur