My Own Hero
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Amythist is trying to cope with sharing her room with a full grown man, hiding her ability to manipulate metal, and do good in school, all to just live the normal ways she's been living. The minute her family and home town is targeted however, she has to throw it all away. Was that for the better? Or did being revealed as the freak she was making the situation worse?
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