Preface

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The Brave could've looked this up and down and killed with a glare.

The Strong would've taken one hit and knocked this away.

The Intelligent could've figured this out in one second.

The Fierce would've made this look easy.

But I was The Lost One, who couldn't do anything but watch as everything I loved burned up around me.

I couldn't help but let tears roll down my cheeks as I listened to the screams, and the words Ladybug said to me before she too fell.

"How could you?"

How could I?

Ask him, the one who did all of this.

It wasn't me, it was my persona.

But yet it was me who doomed us all.


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