Blood red ink
The moment when you are born you are shipped away to another part of this great civilazation. You are hidden from others within 5 years of age of you and should you ever encounter one, you were sentenced to death. Most people are consedered lucky to be in the trial at age 10 for you had less time unnamed but that put you at a disatvantage in a fight. The day you were named, it would remain your name for life, no knicknames and no changes, your age stayed the same aswell. The day you chose was the day you lived.Unfortunatly being one of hundreds, everyone just clapped politely and I was beaconed off the stage. On my way off I grabbed a slip of paper from the hands of the assistant judge. The slip of paper would hold a number, like it did every time. Beside it were instrunctions of what that number meant. As I opended it I saw the number 89 in red ink, red, the color of death.
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