There once was a land where all was well.
There once was a place where all lived in peace.
There once was a kingdom ruled by a Great King.
But that land died.
Kale was seven.
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The Plop Tart War
FantasyEveryone believes they are living, until they start dying. At what point do you change? Alita was my rock in a raging river. If I held on tightly enough, I would never drown. Then my fingers started slipping and my rock started to break. My sister...
