Can you avoid becoming a monster if you walk the path of hate?
Noche L. Grim has sworn revenge against Edward Death, and while her strength is unparalleled compared to the average Create User, it's pathetic against his seven Birds of Death.
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!!! WARNING !!! I really dislike doing disclaimers due to spoiling the story ahead via implications... But June's backstory is probably the darkest in this 8 book series. I was extremely uncomfortable writing it. So good luck to the brave souls about to read her tragedy.
Prismatic energy floated by June's fingertips as she walked out of middle school. A blast of wind and mist washed the heat off of the girl's face.
"HUNE! Espera!"
June turned to her energetic friend with neon-pink hair.
"Hoe-la Venny."
"Iz O-la," she laughed. "How's mi favorita va-knee-jah friend Hune doing!"
"Ehh, been better," she shrugged. "I hate how they're telling us to – PREPARE for the fuuuuuture."
June kicked a brick and it was launched like a rocket into a nearby building.
"This is MoveCity! We can do whatever we like!" June shouted. "I don't care what the teacher says! Music IS a real career – and I'm gonna be the best!"
Venny laughed.
"Well I know what I quiero to be!"
June cocked a head towards her.
"Oh yeah? And what's that."
"UNA ADVENTURA!"
June stared at her; Venny giggled.
"I'm gonna be an adventurer!" She shouted. "I'm gonna learn how to Create a blimp and fly all around the desert! Digging up treasure and exploring hidden tombs!"
"There are no hidden tombs in the chaos desert."
"Idiotia," Venny chuckled.
"HEY!"
"Huh, que? No hablo ingles. Lo siento mi amiga."
"VENNY!"
Venny whistled and skipped away. Prismatic energy appeared above her head – a pile of sand fell into her pink hair.
"HUNE!"
Both girls laughed.
"June! June! SIS!"
Both girls turned to Kat.
"AAAA! Es da baby!"
Venny ran to Kat and picked her up; she spun the kid around and around. June groaned.
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