The Spirit Academy

The Spirit Academy

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"You're dangerous, when they find out about you," She said leaning closer, "They won't show mercy!" "I don't know," Dahlia whispered, her heart pounding. "I don't- I don't get it." "You will." Jade said giving her a small mirror with a plain silver border, "And then you will come back." ✧・゚: *✧・゚:*    *:・゚✧*:・゚✧ The Spirit Academy. Fulfilling your potential. That's what the girls at the academy have always been told. They were special, blessed with stronger powers than the others and sent to the Spirit Academy to learn to harness them. But when a new girl, Dahlia, from the Soul's World arrives, the lies holding up their world come crumbling down. Nothing is as it seems. Can Dahlia, Lynn, Lana, Guthrie and Mishal - all work together to uncover the truth?
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"What the hell?" I took a step closer to the mirror, staring at my reflection in disbelief. The person looking back was still me, but at the same time it wasn't. I had the same thick, dark, curly hair. The same hazel eyes. The same olive skin with a light dusting of freckles (ugh) scattered across the bridge of my nose. But my curls were now streaked with highlights. And not the subtle, golden-brown ones that sometimes appeared during the summer. No, these were an aggressive, dazzling blond that went from the roots of my hair all the way to the tips. It looked like I had spent a full day getting my hair done in some upscale salon. Never mind that I had never set foot in such a place since the day I was born. My eyes appeared somehow wider and more luminous. The colour brighter, my eyelashes darker up against them. And, when I looked closely, my pupils seemed to be slitted almost like a cat. I looked down at my body. My skinny arms-which had always refused to gain any definition no matter how hard I exercised-were lined with flat, wiry muscles. My bony shoulders were now curved and smooth. My scrawny legs were toned like a dancer. I reached down and lifted my shirt, revealing two subtle lines running vertically down my perfectly flat stomach, hinting at the rock-hard abs underneath. My whole body was rippling with strength. Like liquid steel.

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