PROLOGUE

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(Almost 5 years after "Forgotten Truths)

~Atlanta~

I sigh.

So much has changed...

So much has changed for the better.

Our world is free. It has been free for 5 years now. No more hate at mismatches, or hybrids; no more need to hide.

We are free. There are truly no more restraints. We can finally breathe again.

I look out of my window, in Droplet Tribe's large rooms. I see people mingling, talking, and enjoying each other's company. No longer, are we forced to hide away.

This is a new era. A new era of us.

However, I have a strange feeling, that I know I need to write down. Writing always helps. It sorts out thoughts, and makes them less clumped-up.

So, I set down the pen. I let loose my thoughts, and let them spill out.

' Dandelions are like flowers.

They sprout up, they spread their beautiful petals, they attract little bees, and then they grow frail, and spread their seeds across.

Then their lifecycle repeats. Over, and over again. Soon, they grow in many different areas. They spread their bright little flowers everywhere.

They are weeds, but they are similar to flowers. For that, we should let them grow.

Instead of pulling them out, we should let them spread. We should let them bring their little yellow petals everywhere. They bring new hope and new life.

Slowly, their power will grow. Slowly, disguised as a flower, these weeds will take over.

So, why not embrace them?

Why not let them get this power?

How much harm could it do? '

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