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"Don't! I-I was told never to take them off. Please just leave them." I wince as he pulls the fabrics away from my skin.

"That's not an answer."

"I don't know! I just know something happ-" The glove breaks free and a shining virescent shade of blue forces its way through the center of my palm as I shoot back in the chair. The vibrant flame sliced through his hand, illuminating the whole room as my chair and his fingers drops to the ground with a thud. His agast screams begin filling the room as I try forcing the light back into my palm. My feet scrape against the hardwood as the light continues, carving through his lower body before subduing back under my skin. I pause in the corner with blood painted over my legs, palms clammed together as my breath begins to quicken. Half of his body lay on one side of the room slightly twitching. What just happened? What ... did I just do? My fingers shake as I kneel to grab the bloodied glove off the ground, forcing it back into the indented markings in my hands before I push myself up.

arbitrary.

In a society where free will is forbidden, a young girl named Jeanine grows increasingly nervous about her upcoming Initiation Ceremony.

To finally have a union with her childhood crush sounds as though it were a dream for Jeanine. In a distant province, her face is painted in the night terrors of another. A graceful figure of gold dancing before his eyes. What will Jeanine do when one prince charming turns into two? The taste of hope in their mouths and the fear of sacrifice; a lump in their throats.