Devon Grace Lancaster. What a peculiar name ain't it. Graceful as her name gliding down the stairs of her flamboyant mansion. The orchestra playing in the background nothing but sensual music for the ear was one to catch such audacious acts. May seem formidable to cause her any strife,how the world's ways seem quite innocent and naive it is to e real world. Shaking her head and tsking her way down. Greeting her guests with nothing but one of her fake smiles, indeed quite charming it is to the unknown of people how fake it truly is. How she waits for the night to end it may seem causing how bored she is at her own event, but alas each action has a positive and negative reaction. but what seems to be brewing in that mind of hers. Noone but herself knows what seems to be going on.
Born and bread in the small village of Kwakandiniwa. Quite complicated name it may seem but from the language Obigwangu meaning land of peace quite the opposite on the contrary. How vile the people were. Back in 16th century they ruled with an iron fist, no tribe, no kingdom to dare question it's authority alas all things draw to an end. When one of their own, their kind betrayed the people of Kwakandiniwa, Chief Kalataj what a cunning man he was uprightly tore the family into ruins. But to his foolishness his plan did fail leaving behind the frail child Amonia Emmanuela Motaraj what a loving was she. Until she learnt the bitter truth of the world, the universe how cruel it is. Leaving her to be what first had been viewed by her people as evilness.
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General FictionLife isn't everything it seems. I ain't describing nothing just know there's going to be a lot of twist and turns in this story, so all you gotta do is buckle up for the ride.😏😏
