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Em andamento, Primeira publicação em mai 20, 2017
Ginidi uis a young girl, a attack hit her home. 

She ran into the forest hoping to get away from her old home....

She learned 5 survivor skills 

1-how to make cloth out of spider webs
2-show tour teeth when your scared
3-never trust a smiling stranger
4-never ever ever ever open the door
5-keep. The. Basket. Closed.

She now a independent and strong woman 

She wears a red good and cape, her red-brown hair down to
 Her waist, and that's red arrow mini knife. She seems good on her own.



Until....she meets....the one...."him"....
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In a dark and deep land lives young Marjorie, a woman desperate for something more than her conventional life in her tiny village, Core. She aches for something dangerous, something like the dark forest, Mirkwood, which borders her home. Yet, there is a curse which haunts her people: a Wolf. For the last eighteen years, he takes one innocent life. Fate seems to change at the hands of Vivian, a Wardeness who promises Core a safe passage through Mirkwood. For a moment, Marjorie has everything she has ever wanted: An escape from a fate set in stone... until the Wolf set its dark intentions on her. Now, she is forced to decide: Will she defeat the Wolf or will she willingly be devoured? __________________ The stranger turned to face her. This close, it was easy to see his handsome features. From his high cheekbones to his piercing gray eyes, he was unlike any sully-faced villager. Instead, he wore his beauty with a casual grace, as if he were clueless to the plumpness of his lips or the flat, smooth surface of his chest. "Am I a what?" The man cocked a thick, dark brow up. He pushed his right hand into the pocket of his trousers, but not before Marjorie caught a glimpse of the heavy jewels on his fingers. He drowned in an opulence few villagers could afford. "I take that as a no," she said. "What is your name, stranger?" He looked to her, and then his gaze traveled to where men and women continued to fling themselves around the heat of the bonfire. You don't belong here, she thought.