Dominiae; Chapter 1
The girl in
the mirror stares back at me.
Piercing
hazel eyes, long glossy black hair, and a small, crescent-shaped
birthmark just above my left eyebrow. I slide my finger gently
over the birthmark gingerly, as though not to disturb it. The
crescent glows a soft, silky silver for a moment before fading
back to a muddy brown hue. I take one last look at myself,
ensuring that my black pencil skirt and white blouse are in
place, before the mirror begins to hum. It glows and vibrates,
becoming waves of glass, before splitting in the middle to allow
me to crawl through. I jump on the bathroom sink and crouch,
sliding gracefully through the opening as I have done so many
times before. I walk briskly through the hallway, my black high
heels clicking on the metal floor. After a minute, I reach the
end of the hallway. I crouch low enough to place my left eye in
front of a square scanner. Red lasers capture DNA from my eye and
check me into the building. The metal walls open before me, and I
step into the vast, high-tech room. I make my way to the locker
rooms, where I step into a large shower, fully clothed. I enter
my name into a panel on the wall, and the shower walls awake with
a start. Immediately, I am immersed in a cool, sweet-smelling fog
while the walls of the machine swiftly undress me, redress me in
my work clothes, and then collectively shut off. The shower door
unlocks and the platform I stand on shoots from the inside of the
machine. I step off the platform and head to a small, plain white
room, where I am greeted by Alloma Servius. She regards me kindly
but distractedly, hands me my daily schedule, and offers me a
bagged lunch as she welcomes me back for the first day of
training since last year. I accept graciously before gliding out
of her office and to my first lesson. Being sixteen, I now work
mostly as a teacher to new, younger Dominiae. My first lesson is
my favorite to teach--bomb producing. I pull on a smile and step
into the classroom. As their intense, innocent faces stare up at
me expectedly, I can only form one overwhelming
thought:
Most of them won't live to see next
summer.
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