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Fiery Mark
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Ongoing, First published Jan 30, 2018
"You trouble me, human. You chose to get the mark on your wrist, russet-haired one. Now you must command, or die." Maddie thought her life was pretty ordinary, where her only concern was making sure her mother didn't get too mad at her. That was before she decided to venture out on a lake in the middle of a storm late at night. She also ended up reading a passage that told her specifically NOT to touch this super cool wall, within reason, but like anyone, she couldn't resist. Yeah, bad idea. Or on second thought, it could be the start of the greatest adventure of her life.

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Something didn't feel right. I looked around my room slowly; cautiously; taking everything in and trying not to feel too nervous. Perhaps Lure was in my room right now, watching me, silently laughing to himself. I didn't doubt it. I slipped off my bed and walked around, hugging my waist, and tilted my head. I felt my rough ponytail slide against the back of my neck and over my shoulder as I moved. "Lure?" I hissed, "Lure, are you there?" I wandered around a little, for some reason feeling scared. But why? It was only Lure. He wouldn't hurt me, would he? "Okay, Lure. Quit it. I know it's you. Who else would it-" I stopped, startled, when I heard a strange sound that made me cringe. It was like fingernails being dragged across a chalkboard. I whipped around and came face-to-face with my mirror. Immediately, I saw the difference. Various scratches were displayed across the glass, forming words. It looked as if claws had written the words in the mirror. "Deepest apologies, but it was fun." (All credit goes to my sister, who wrote this when she was in the twelfth grade)