The Forgotten World

The Forgotten World

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" it was you, this whole time you lied " I walked over my so called mother, " Thea, I did it to protect you form them" she cried while holding her wound. I squinted my eyes and grabbed the dagger. " you lie, you always did" then there was a loud painful scream bouncing off the the castle walls. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Thea Greene was always the outcast everywhere she went, she always knew that she was different. So when her mother and her moved across the country she found a door in her closet. It took her to a different world. That's where she found out that her whole life, was a lie. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~ looking for an editor~~~
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