Every light shines once, we are all meant to shine in our own way. We all have something special.

Some of us are intellectuals with the endless capacity to create art and discover sciences

Some of us are beautiful voices who can uplift spirits letting us flare up and shine

Some of us are colourful personas able to arm the world with the chilling and warm smells and sights of us.

Then, there are the dark lights. The people meant to show that we matter to live. They are the people we help to enlighten.

Lastly, there is me. My community. A minority unknown to the world, a group of people able to wield and be things not even the wisest person knows how.

We hide in fear of discrimination and experimentation. Deciding to be alone together then with all and sad. We call ourselves shiners, we shine brighter than many.

Yet some of us decided to shine a sickly green, envy and jealousy befell a group and now, the shiners are planning a war. The wisest of us predicting a grave outcome.

Here's the story of five, some trapped in unknown bliss, one seeing nothing but sufferance, one a saint of innocence. Sealed by a mist of an elder they will be welcome to this world of pain, mysticism, and both deceit and truth.

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You enter a flower shop to be met with what seemed to be a girl by clothing. As they hear the doorbell, the fake blonde turned to you. They were male, he was wearing pink jeans and a pink sweater with a pink flower crown.

He walks to you, "Good afternoon, I'm Corbyn. Do you need help? Any floral arrangements you want? Or just weaving a flower crown? We do lots in this shop." His voice was inviting, calm, and professional, he seemed young to you, probably a teenager yet you didn't care.

You say with little hesitation, "I'm looking for a bouquet of cyclamen and anenome."

He nods before going to the back of the small shop

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You held the bouquet close to you as you walked on the streets of your new town. Not much to say about it, it was a small rural town. Not much would happen unless something comes out of the woods.

You almost drop the bouquet as you stumble into a brunette boy, definitely shorter than you. He helps you catch balance and says, "I'm really sorry. I'm Zach, you're new here. See you around."

Seeing him run by, he was definitely in a rush. No one seemed to notice him though like he was invisible or it was usual for the regulars.

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You smile as you walk next to someone tall. Definitely the tallest person you've seen all day. You trip though, the bouquet falling in front of you almost untouched.

The boy helps you up, he smiles at you, "Hi, new to town I see. I'm Jonah. Guess you've been to floras?"

You nod, remembering about the flower shop. He hands you the bouquet and walks away.

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You have lost your way home, you decide to take a break on a bench near the lake. Yet a strange occurrence plays, some of the lake rises and dances on top of the water.

You see a boy with ocean eyes look at you as you awe at the spectacle. He runs away and as he left the dancing water falls back to whence it came.

Quickly, a person taps your shoulder. You turn and they ask, "Excuse me, sorry to bother. Have you seen my son, Daniel? He has blue eyes and brown hair."

You nod and point to the direction you saw the boy leave.

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You finally reach home, smiles erupt on your face. You try to enter but upon trying something felt wrong.

You turn and a boy with curly hair is behind you. He says with a smile, "Hi, you're new. I wouldn't go in there if I were you."

He introduces himself before you walk in, "I'm Jack by the way."

As you nod closing the door, the boy creeping you out. The house inside is a mess and torture scene. You drop the bouquet and head to open the door, only to be met with flames and blood.

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The story may not be smooth nor will it be rough and ragged. Yet it will be bloody, it will be with love, and it will be with triumph. This is how sometimes five lights can outshine the night sky.