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Chiaroscuro

Chiaroscuro

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Thu, Nov 9, 2017
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Fantasy
There was once a universe in which the Greek myths of Gods' and Goddesses' actually existed, created and remained content. Until, one day, two teenage demi-gods destroy what their parents have created and are forced to start over. They are forced to depart from their families and create something of their own. Between their meddling and tantrums, they begin to create what is know- known as, Earth. Will they eventually tear each other apart due to their contrasting personalities or will they learn to get along and make the best of the planet they've created? Will they always be stuck in their perpetual love-hate relationship? Balance might never be the same again, but maybe in this story, that's a good thing.
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