*Star Struck*

*Star Struck*

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Fantasy
Xena Nightwalker is tired. Tired of being weak. Tired of being normal. Why can't she be more than just human? Her prayers are answered when she is suddenly catapulted into the mystical world of Emreldia- a place where magic runs free- and so does evil, with reckless abandon. Darkness lurks around every corner, and those who follow the path of light are consumed by it. In order to save her long lost home, Xena must face down her own demons and master her powers before the Awakening- when her greatest enemy will awaken, and the prophecy unfold. The battle lines have been drawn. Which side will YOU fight on- good or evil? Light or dark? Chaos or order?
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I was the daughter of Duke Solon, I thought I was the last child. My elder brother is following in my father's stead. We were never really close. We both share my father's personality, a wedge that makes it hard for the three of us to talk to one another. It was fine, living like that, I mean. I was the daughter of the Duke, engaged to the Prince who didn't seem to care that much about the engagement. I was the Master of Ancient Magic at the Magic Tower. I had everything and I was stronger than most. The only terrible thing was that on my coming of age ceremony, it was all ruined. Catherina broke into my ball, claiming to be the daughter of some woman and my father. She looked like her mother and acted like her to gain my father's affection, society's adoration and the Prince's love. For two years she ruined me up to the point of my death. She somehow was able to frame me and villainize me as she stole my fiancé and life. She continued doing so until I somehow was framed for attempted murder. My father called me a traitor and a liar, the Prince sentenced my death and no one stopped it. I woke in my body again, 18 years old and with a plan. I don't want the Prince who will ridicule me, embarrass me and choose the woman over me. I don't care for all those who supported her over me. I had one plan. Kill her before she kills me.

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