Our Future Queen
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Last published Sun, Oct 15, 2017
"I'm sorry, princess? Powers? QUEEN?!" This isn't real, I'm still in the hospital right, I'm still asleep. But my parents- they took me out of the hospital and they took me here. Man I'm so confused, what is real?!
"Athira please calm down." Queen Ivory finally spoke, and her voice is so pure and loving. But that doesn't help me right now, am I actually crazy and just woken up in a mental hospital?
"I- I don't know what your talking about, I don't have powers, I'm not a princess, and I sure as hell am not a queen." What is real?
Is it a bad this that this whole place seems familiar? These people, they look more like me than my parents do. No! Athira just hold on a second...
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