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The light brown haired woman walked through the throne room of the gods. "I don't believe you, you're not real, I'm mental, insane" she spoke defiantly in front of the 13 gods, sitting on thrones 11 times her size, 3 of the most powerful, the rulers of the world, were so angered by this statement that they blasted her to a nonexistent form going by the name of 'mania'- a spirit of insanity. All that was left behind was a child, the child of the big three.
Living is hard, actually everything is hard, particularly in a world where everything is out to get you, literally everything. People, monsters, immortals, they want it, they want us, dead, alive, any way they can get us.
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The Daughter of the Big Three
Teen FictionIn 2023, future modern civilisation, exists Greek mythology and all that is tied along with it. Monsters, stories, mortals who mess up, gods who mess up more and the thing that ties this book together, when mortals and gods mess up together. Mia, an...
