Fear. Fear is a word that doesn't apply to me. It's just another way of saying that you're weak. Not me. It's ironic that my name is Hellen. The people who get in my way and play rough, don't get to see another day.
Ever since the terrorists took over, nothing stayed the same. I had to fight for the lives that I loved. But I was only able to save a handful of them. Now I live for revenge and to find an end to the terrorism. I guess I'll have to get my hands dirty. Blood. Blood might be something I'll be getting used to.
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The Tales of Hellen
RandomIn a corrupt world where evil is masked amongst hope, Hellen, an eighteen year old girl who seeks for adventure, hopes to live and survive in a never ending purge along side her few friends and family.
