I bet you're just loving this.

When Zlata arrived at the camp, she was shocked. There were so many people. They bustled around in crowds, chatting, eating, or looking busy, but who could tell. They all wore the knee length yellow tunic with golden trim, and the black sash mandated by the camp. Zlata herself was clad in this garb. Her tunic was pale yellow, and the neck square-cut. Her sleeves had been cropped. Her tunic was belted with black leather, and a slit beginning just below the waist went all the way to the hem. She wore black, knee length shorts and the standard leather sandals. Zlata's sash was knotted around her head, blending with her ear-length black, pixie-like hair. Her hair framed her face, and contrasted and brought out her red eyes.
Slung over Zlata's back was a leather backpack containing chalk, pencils, ball point pens, four quills or calligraphy, and a note book bound with black leather provided by the camp for all purposes. And inside another pocket was her lunch.
Zlata took a piece of paper out of the pack and looked at it. It had directions how to get to a circular stadium above the forest. She set off, following the main steam of people. As she walked, she scanned the crowd for familiar faces, and found none. Zlata continued.

Boot Camp for the Magically Talented

Never one to be held down for long (yeah right.), I am launching into a completely new novel called Boot Camp for the Magically Talented!!!!!!

Zlata climbed over the last rock interrupting her view and panned the horizon. She was about to start attending a rigorous camp for the magically inclined. The scene below consisted of a large lake, with buildings arranged around it. There was a sand pit, barely visible from this altitude, and the whole landscape was surrounded by forest, and the mountain, really a large hill, that she stood on.
Using her arm as an axle, Zlata jumped down from the rock and began her decent.

. . . ugh.

I can't find the stupid James Banzai thing. I give up with you.