I Unveiled (Part One)
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I'm Matilda Reeves, not exactly a normal needle of the haystack, considering I attend Concore's Academy, a training facility located on the grounds of Whicoulder. I am Leader of my form, training to be the best among many others of my year, readying ourselves for battle in the field to protect the humans from Vascouls - deathly creatures that live off life essences - and having two mysterious sets of eyes watching my every move doesn't tickle my fancy.
Yet, why am I so different to the others?
What could possibly be so important about a snotty seventeen year old?
You tell me.
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