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But the STORY IS MINE 😁
This is book two of My Demigod.
Synopsis:
* A gift for the son of the chosen ones.
* Nobody is good enough for him, that's why a gift was given.
* Born as twins but never blood-rela...
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They decided to transfer to MewGulf's room because they don't know if Kieran can hear them...they also sealed the room.
'Why I didn't realize it sooner? Kōri and Feu always told me he's training hard and he's stronger now.' Gulf rubbed his frustration...
'Yeah, but they didn't tell about his other capabilities. He only trained with his elementals skills.' Mew said...
'Oh, right.' Gulf sighed...
☣: By the way, son, are sure it's okay for them to attend the academy or-
'They've been dreaming to join the academy, Da.' Gulf said
⚠: There will be more different races there than here inside the territory.
Thara said.
'It's better. They will learn about them and it will be like their training on how to deal with others.' Mew said
👑: They're right. Our grandchildren are strong and smart enough to defend themselves. And maybe, they need this to find themselves.
✴: True. Who knows, this will help Kilian to acknowledge his mate.
Godt and Thara nodded...
☣: Alright. I'll prepare everything.
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Morning comes... Kieran slowly waking up due to the sunlight that is hitting his face. He lifted his hand and covered his face. He closed the blinds using his mind to make the room darker.
Sighing, he put down his hand and just stare at the ceiling. Everything that happened last night invaded his mind that slowly, tears start to accumulate and gradually fall. He cried silently.
'I need to talk to him.' He thought.
He gets up and heads to his shower. He starts doing his morning routine. After spending a good amount of time in the bathroom, he went downstairs.
The servants greeted him and he greeted back. He saw his Papa and Dada already at the dining table.
