Angel With A Shotgun

Angel With A Shotgun

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Life in District IX wasn't getting any better for seventeen year-old Emerfidia until one fateful night, she was abducted to become a part of the planet's high-tech capital Cannery's successful 'One Thousand People' project to abduct a thousand people below twenty from all ten districts to be a trained strong and determined soldier, fighting in the Fifth Dynastial War which occurs every thousand years. But that's not the only thing, the rebellions are back, and so are the Freedom Fighters. In this appalling and gruesome fight for victory, Emerfidia finds herself tangled in a love triangle, and uncovering a single bright spark of hope that lays only in her hands, she discovered that she isn't just an ordinary fighter. But a protector of humanity, and perhaps, their last and final hope?
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In the quiet desert village of Dey, living among the sand dunes and mirages, existed an anomaly - me. I was different, born without the ability to read, write or keep long memories. My scientist father hailed my uniqueness as a miracle, but my life was far from ordinary. To the village, I was just an oddity, a walking puzzle with missing pieces. My only solace was my best friend, always standing by me, his unspoken love for me etched in his affectionate gaze. We lived under a cruel regime with a population no more than a hundred. Every year, one of us would be chosen on the Counting Day, a ceremonious banishing ritual, to become yet another outcast to the floating prison island far off in the ocean - our village's dreaded version of population control. Our past criminals, defiant to government, and more terrifyingly, our loved ones gone missing, were thought to inhabit that island, their fate, a terrifying enigma. This year, as the Counting Day approached unrelentingly, and my loved one's life rested on borrowed time, I made a decision. I volunteered to be casted out. It was my turn to face the unknown with a hidden purpose - to locate my lost father who was sent there years ago.

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