Unicorn Magic

Unicorn Magic

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Spark has been out-casted his whole life. Why? He has a different magic than everyone. In the Kingdom of Unicornalia, the type of Magic someone has defines them. Common Magic is accepted. Healing Magic is sought after. Anything else is looked down upon. Spark has Energy Magic, a very rare type of magic that most has forgotten about. How will he survive in a world that is against him? What will happen when he has to leave his hometown to go to a training town for young unicorns? Will he ever fit in?
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