Daughter Of The Moon

Daughter Of The Moon

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Just a tiny tear of the moon can make a flower bloom... "She's not real. It's just a myth" "He's right Adrien." "No. I know she's real, I'm gonna look for her and no ones going to stop me" Who knew that a flower could somehow turn into a young little girl who has no idea where she's from. The only thing she knew is the moon. Some say that the moon gave them a Savior against evil while others say it's just here to destroy them. No one really knew what or why's the reason. It was all blank. Meanwhile, our little Marinette here was just living deep... deep... in the forest with a cave. Although she's not alone. She had company, animals to be exact. She included them as her family for she knows that her true family were on the skies. Sometimes she talks to the moon whenever she's feeling down or alone. But that was only when she was still a little girl. But things were about to change when she turns 18.
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