The Hunter
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Ongoing5m
Last published Mon, May 5, 2014
My name is Abigeil. I'm 857 years old.
I've seen many things, some good, some bad. I've seen worlds disappearing in seconds and life beginning to grow. The time has changed. So did universe. Everything I know, it's gone now. Only I remained the same. A woman who lost everything and has nothing to lose anymore. I don't have home. I don't have a heart. It all burned with fire, who my kind betrayed a long time ago. Trough centuries that came, I became known as The Hunter. The one who always finds her prey. Join me...
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