We were children when it happened. When the stars fell out of the sky, and the earth crumbled, revealing the stones.
We were the ones who helped my father dig them from the earth when he found them.
We were children when my father came running from the forges, yelling that he'd done it. Fruits finally brought forth from our labor. Miracles he called them.
We were children when my father pierced our flesh, and forged the first miracles to our bodies.
We were his warriors. But my father knew we couldn't be his warriors for long. So he sent us to be the world's warriors.
And this is where my story begins.
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Origin Stories
FanfictionNo one knows for certain the true origins of the miraculouses... but it's fun to guess! This book will be filled with stories of the original miraculous holders, how the miraculouses were created, and the origins of the kwamis. This book goes along...
