The story of a youngster, more precisely a female adolescent shall be mine. I go by the name Keiko.
Keiko Andro Marion. That was my given full name.
Who am I?
What am I?
Am I said to be human?
Or am I quasi human?
Or am I just a few percent human?
Or am I......not a human at all? Not even a pure one-percent?
I don't know the answer, you wouldn't know the answer to this complex question either. I was born a human, but that doesn't make me a human. I was maybe, just maybe given the cloak of a human but deep underneath that cloak, I am something else. I don't think I am fit to be a human being at all.
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FantasyKeiko, a typical teenager's entire life changes drastically when she gets hold of a mystical object during her enthusiastic salad days. Her belief that the world she thrives in is not an ordinary place grows more and more as the predicaments she put...
