My stepfather does not accept that I merit an open room, and I have been consigned to the loft. My room is loaded with relics from an earlier time, a long sword, and a couple of old knickknacks. An aura of expectancy surrounds me as if a revelation is poised to manifest itself. With bated breath, I channel every ounce of my being toward the sword, and I can feel the power within me burgeon and surge forward. My fingers twist around the handle, and electric flow shoots through me, imbuing me with a freshly discovered energy and strength.
The point beating through my veins is a channel to my predetermination, a harbinger representing things to come that look for me. I'm loaded up with an unshakeable feeling of direction and resolve, realizing that this blade is the impetus that will open my actual potential, still up in the air to use it with all the strength and conviction I have (Hackett, 248). I take the blade in my grasp and swing it sincerely. I can feel the power that this weapon contains, and I can see the dimness in the room disseminated. I should use this weapon to safeguard the realm and guarantee a fair outcome. I sheath the blade and stand tall, prepared to confront any difficulties in my direction. I have a reason, a predetermination, and I should satisfy it. I will utilize this blade to battle for equity and guarantee that my realm is no problem.
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Moon Goddess Daughter
FanficThe moon goddess had her memory wiped by her parents. The next thing she knew, she became a normal human being in high school with her absolute best friend Ariana Cupps. However, what happens when she meets a wolf? Will the wolf be friendly or not?
