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The StoryWeaver (On Hold)

The StoryWeaver (On Hold)

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"I'm not a child, I'm a queen," she said, walking towards him, "a mother, " she gained power, "a StoryWeaver." *** Eighteen year since the queen of Luna was attacked, two years since she left, a day since she returned. Olivine Wright didn't expect to be a magical. She didn't expect to be a rare one either, and she certainly didn't expect to be chased down by a person who wanted to use her power to destroy the world as she knew it. Now she has to face things she has never even imagined seeing before, monsters, faeries and a bloodthirsty dwarf. She has to do this for herself, and for her world. She has to be a StoryWeaver. *** Still Writing Not Edited I hope you enjoy this story and please excuse me for all the mistakes I make in this story. If there is anything I could do to make the story better, feel free to comment or DM me. No Mean Comments Here Thanks, Danny D
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