Aurora Lights

Aurora Lights

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Aurora was a teenage girl in high school, despite the pity of her dark past. But she knew she was different. She constantly had to hide many things about herself, alone. Aurora thought she was insane and with all that was happening to her, she didn't know what to do. That was until she was attacked one night. "What do you have against me, universe?! Fine, bring it on! I dare you!" With a lot of spunk and high enthusiasm, she tries to get through the night. That was until unexpected help arrived. Not only that, she's taken (well, kidnapped) to a place called Arcana where she figures that she's not alone. In a world filled with unimaginable power and magic, Aurora discovers that the changes that she had gone through aren't so abnormal after all. Well kinda, considering she's the only one with the type of power she has. She's freaking out with the responsibilities that come with her growing power and the recognition she's gaining from it. Now placed in an academy with people who hold such power, The Academy of Arcana, she learns that her life isn't the same anymore. Join Aurora as she lights the sky from North to South.
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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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