When I was younger, Mother uses to tell me stories about how the world was before. Free, happy, and bright; a world with nothing to stop a person's dreams. As I got older, she began to tell me why things changed and why one day I would have to kill my brother.
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FantascienzaThere's killing and cross-dimensional stuff and really crappy writing skills. FYI ALL THIS STUFF IS JUST TEMPORARY !!! I haven't exactly thought of a title yet and I don't have a cover or good description yet so once I get those I'll update it. Sorr...
