Spellbound

Highest rank #116. 26.01.18

I had so many friends. All girls. And I was never anything like them. They were silent and shy and dainty and fragile. But I was loud and obnoxious, always doing stunts and creating a ruckus."

"Hey," he cupped her face and saw her flinch, then, withdrew his hand, "You weren't born to be quite and dainty and fragile. You were born born to make the world shatter and shake at your fingertips. Okay?"

"Is that really a good thing. Being born to destruct?"

"Yes. It shows you're strong. So strong, you don't see it. So strong, you bear that responsibility. So strong, Fascinthia, that you don't have to test yourself to make sure."

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In Eleptia, the Society is aware of everything taking place. It knows what we are destined to be and who our soulmate is. That's what keeps us reigned in, our loved ones. We love and get weaker and just watch the society get stronger and stronger, with nothing we can do about it.

Every year, a child of magical origin is named the clover at the Ceremony of Adulthood. The clover along with their soulmate is trapped and forced to fight unto death.

The soulmate always gets stronger powers. They are normal but the pills of power make them stronger than ever. It's as if the Society wants the clover dead. Desperately.

But that's only because it does.