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will come to collect you.”
I left the classroom and headed back to my room before
Dena could catch up. My thoughts were racing furiously,
and I needed to be alone.
A soul mate? I was doing perfectly well with only half a
soul in my opinion. I didn’t like relying on other people,
full stop.
I bathed quickly, avoiding the other girls as much as
possible. After a while I remembered that someone was
supposed to be coming up to collect me, and clambered
out of the bath tub, dressing in leggings and a tunic for the
trip back to my room. When I returned, I noticed that
someone had laid out a white dress bag on my bed. I
picked it up and untied it.
“You’ve got to be kidding me.”
A plain white dress hung on the wooden hanger. I was
mortified. I felt like throwing it back down on the bed,
but I decided to obey my instructions - for now.
Wincing, I pulled on the dress and laced it up. There
was a long mirror beside the dresser and I approached it
warily. After the bath, my skin glowed and my green eyes
were highlighted by the cream colour of my skin. My long
brown hair hung loose from its plait, adding contrast to
the stunning pure white of the dress, which was sleeveless
with a laced bodice and a flowing skirt that stopped just
past my knees. I searched for shoes but couldn’t find any,
and eventually came to the conclusion that I was supposed
to go barefoot.
There was a quiet knock at the door and I pulled it
open. Jett stood there, and upon seeing me in the dress,
broke into an enormous grin.
“I wouldn’t have figured you for one to wear dresses,
Sky.”
“I’m not, but I get the impression I’m supposed to wear
this,” I replied. “Tell me more about these soul mates.”
“All mages have soul mates. Not anything romantic
like, just best friends. They're your partner through life;
nothing can deter a soul mate. It would happen naturally
with time, but to speed things up we have a ceremony, to
help soul mates find each other.”
“How so?” I asked, dreading the answer.
He grinned again, proving my apprehension to be spot
on.
“Dancing.” He replied.
“No.” I said, half in disbelief and half refusing to.
“Yep. Don’t you love tradition?” He chuckled.
“Not particularly. So what happens?” I was beginning to
drag my feet, reluctant as ever. It felt the same as having
to go to the doctors to get an injection; you knew you had
to, you just really didn’t want to.
“There will be a short speech, and then there will be
music for the dancing,” he saw me cringe. “Things happen
naturally, don’t worry. You’ll be pulled subconsciously
towards your soul mate and will end up in pairs. Soul
mates can be any two people, no matter what age, gender
or race. There’s just one thing you don’t do.”
“Which is?”
Jett glanced at me, and then looked away.
“Never fall in love with them.”
“What? But you said it wasn’t anything romantic like.”
“Some people have a tendency to disobey tradition.
Trust me, the repercussions aren’t worth it.”
We walked quietly for a few seconds. I let the
information sink in and watched Jett stride along the
corridor. I was practically running to keep up with him,
eager to keep up the conversation but not reach our
destination.
“Who’s your soul mate?”
“I don’t know you that well… through here.”
He pushed a pair of double doors open and swept
inside. I scrambled after him.
It was the same hall that we’d been tested in the
previous morning, filled with my classmates. As I walked
to Dena, I noticed the dark haired boy standing apart from
the rest, leaning against the wall, his sleeves pushed up to
his elbows. His arms were folded but his gaze was centred
on me. I looked away and just kept walking. The room
went quiet as Iain walked to the centre of the room.
“Welcome to the soul ceremony. Your escort should’ve
told you what this is, so I’m not going to waste any more
time.”
He strode to the side of the