Internal Flames (Soulmates)
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Đang tiếp diễn, Đăng lần đầu thg 1 24, 2019
Growing up in the Druid community always knowing you're not quite like everyone else. I lost my mother in childbirth never knew my father. I was raised by my grandparents.  Yes, I have druid abilities but there is something more lurking in the background. I believe it's from my father's side of the family. If I only knew what that was.  My mother met and lost her soul mate all in one day. He isn't dead that is for sure but he is mated to someone else. That is what kills her as matter of fact.  Druids unlike or species can only mate with their Soul Mate.  My mother and father share one night together where I was created, then he disappeared after mating and creating me. 

They never bonded together but that did mate.  When he claims another by bonding. It kills my mother after she gave birth to me. I really don't know how to feel about that one. This is my story of discovery and love....
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