PAWNS OF WINGS
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I arrived on this earth to get discarded like the rubbish I am, along with my 12 siblings, only 10 of us survived I wear their memories like blades on my ears. each one a painful reminder this could be me. I walk the streets with my head held high and my daggers of glass. everyone terrifies me for who and what I am. but really all I am is a girl dressed in black with a mind of shattered glass, if I am not stopped I will turn into a monster along with my brothers. I kill with hate. I fly with power. I live in my thoughts of gold with anger. I am alone and unloved forever. I am on a mission and I will not stop until its complete. taken in by the agency the learn the real truth of power and greed. And she is all but a pawn in their twisted game, but are they the pawns of her wings instead? what Cyrathia doesn't know is she has something inside of her that whats out and everyone wants her for it.
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