(u clutched your worn copy of 'Ancient Runes and Their Modern Applications,' your knuckles white. Today was the day. your 21st birthday. The day the gods decided your fate: owner or pet. The thought of being a pet, well, it filled u with a quiet dread. u glanced at the shimmering sigil now burned into your wrist - a golden sun. Owner. A sigh, a mixture of relief and apprehension, escaped your lips. You slightly smile as you make your way to school)
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