Starlet Twist
  • Leituras 121
  • Votos 6
  • Capítulos 7
  • Tempo 9m
  • Leituras 121
  • Votos 6
  • Capítulos 7
  • Tempo 9m
Em andamento, Primeira publicação em jan 06, 2014
My Name? Its not important as this is not my story but hers. Though you can call me the 'Narrator' if you must. My closing moments will be about the last Dragon.

It started with an invasion. It  became the itch that would not go away. It created a planet  to adapt. It was the beginning of Magic.

To understand you might want to remember these few facts. She flies on high with wings made from the wishes of dreams long passed. Her kind were forged by the furnace of her Mother who was in the final stages of immaturity.. This is how her story changed humanity,  her name is Star light.
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