My World(libro a scelte)
- Lecturas 221
- Votos 21
- Partes 5
(Catlin(Akane), è una ragazzina che ne ha vissute molte. Voi sceglierete cosa farà. In base alla maggioranza creerò un capitolo che sarà inerente a quella scelta)
Akane vive in un medioevo in cui la magia e la tecnologia sono all'ordine del giorno. Lei nata con gli occhi azzurri, perciò il suo potere è incentrato sul servire il mago che la bacia. Gli occhi azzurri, inaffatti, caratterizzano il portatore di molti poteri. Ma anche del dover servire i maghi di stirpe nobile che la scelgano. Lei potrà essere libera solo se lui lo vorrà o se lei riuscirà a spezzare le catene.
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