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Infinity

Infinity

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Fantasy
I lived in the nature district. There were five districts in my city; the fire district, the nature district, the water district, the sorcery district, and the capitol district. The Capitol district consists of shops, the school, the courthouse, a few small restaurants, and the town square which contained the Infinity Torch. There are other cities, villages and towns, of course. There are Elven villages, cities filled with Morphs (animal-human hybrids), even towns full of sorcerers and sorceresses. But all of them have an Infinity Torch. Every city in the country does. Now, that's exactly why today was so special. Today was the lighting of the Infinity Torch. Every winter the Infinity Torch would be relit. And yes, that may sound contradicting to the name, but it isn't. You see, as time goes on, the Infinity Torch dims. And to keep it bright, they choose two 7th grade children, a boy and a girl, to walk into the center of the city and light the torch. 7th grade was at age 16, and it was the last year of school.
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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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