I will not use bold after this however this is the key:
--- Changing perspective
Italics Thoughts/Emphasis
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It was late - dark - in Legna, the Angel Realm. There, a lone figure shifted on a hood over her head. Underneath, the clothing of those from the Human Realm, Ertha. Grabbing the satchel containing a few of her belongings, she slipped out into the cold breeze.
She glowed against the darkness of night and prayed no one would be up at such an hour to see her.
She slipped past the guard, who was supposed to be on duty but was getting his shut eye, into the room she'd never been in, but knew of and what for.
It was a small, round room, made of stone with moss hanging from the ceiling. Centered and framed with obsidian, was a bright, cyan glow. This was what she was looking for, the portal to Ertha.
She inhaled deeply, and walked through with a single thought, This is only the beginning.
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Winging It
FantasyBlaze, Fire Angel and heiress to the Angel Realm, Legna. Adrian, son of a rebellion leader in the Demon Realm, Demonia. Chaim*, Life Angel and assigned bodyguard of Blaze. Thana, assistant of Death and close ally of Adrian. Four different individua...
