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I am proud to be writing this novel for you. I know I am very proud of myself for the efforts and time I have dedicated to this unique story. I hope you guys will enjoy this as much as I have writing it for you. Thank you! Shout out to my fam. Mary for the suggestions and help as well.
THANKS.
-MRJ-
It wasn't always like. this. My Brothers, Sister, and I Used to live elsewhere. Somewhere worlds away. So beautiful, peaceful, better then where we are at now. At least it used to be. War had stricken out in our solar system. Our Father and Mother ripped from their throne. Royalty fallen in the hand of our enemies. We Umairians were cast out, enslaved, killed, and imprisoned. It was the darkest hours of Umairians as we fell. It was the hardest of times ever in the one-hundred years of my life. The next to it, is my siblings and I being taken away and brought to this planet hidden away and protected. Yes, I am one-hundred years old though I portray myself as being 17. We Umairians age four times slower than the humans. Now my siblings and I live amung humanity in this new life, on this new planet. Earth is what they call it here. Our original home was more radiant than this. Our air was so much cleaner, all water on oyr plabet was crystal clear. The land and grass greener then Irelad. Our sunrises and sun sets had colors so vibrant and brilliant. Many shades of color not known to this planet. We had five moons ranging in size they were different colors like blues, green, purple, silver and human blood red mixed. That one was the biggest most beautiful moon we had. Also had a moon that was broken. It had and huge chunk missing. We called it, Isohlti Muh Gihra. Meaning Moon of many valleys. We had two suns also. Home was our Shangri- La, but that seems like a lifetime ago. Now this is our home, hiding our true identities from everyone. Living a new life. I am an Alien Hybrid, My name, December, and this is my story.
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