Veletta of War
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Last published Sat, Nov 15, 2014
Gods, witches, magicians, all names to identify what is unexplainable... about us.
We are collective unconscious, all human memories flow though the genes of all.
However few know how to use these memories, those that do, are ashes now.
Murdered and persecuted.
The remnants hide, in nomadic villages, until the day a witch girl ran away with a Noble boy of a powerful nation.
By the time the witch girl was located, she had borne a half blood child, a child who was both witch and human and understandable by none.
She is their gamble, to prevent their prosecution.
She will need to control the warrior King Isin.
How easy is that?
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