Revealed (Book 2)
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I stood in the mirror and I no longer saw myself, the girl who looked back at me was now broken, damaged and her innocence was robbed. My powers instead of being a blessing became a burden on my life, the fantasies that I had of being with my mate, and falling in love was nothing like what I had imagined.
No longer was I just on earth, to unite the Kingdoms and creating a stronger bond through marriage. Now my new found mission was to save each of the dimension of the darkness that was approaching.
But how can I save all these dimensions when darkness itself was embedded within my thoughts, controlled my dreams and transformed them into nightmares? A warmth was coming from the pendant and a light illuminating the room, I knew what this meant. Everything will be REVEALED to me in due time.
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