Fallen star

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Up for adoption


We are slaves of the monsters. We can do nothing. But every thousand years, a special human is born. When he or she is the only hope, everyone awaits there arrival into the world.

But he will never come. Never again. Not in another thousand years. They're waiting for the 'One' who will save them from these demons. But I know that person is not going to come. Because I killed him, my horrible brother.

He may have been the hope, but I doubted he would use to help any of us. So I killed him before he made it worse.

 And now it's up to me to fix things for all us slaves. I will become the 'One' if I must, and I vow to defeat the demons once and for all.

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