Little Miss Golden Star

We are what you call heroes that time forgets. Our names were never recorded and we never left a trace of our existence. We were born in the wrong era you could say. We were the outcasts, the runaways, the orphans, that weren't wanted or felt needed by anyone. With all the evil residing in the world someone had to do something. With special talents, bonds and abilities we banded together and we fought back. Under the cover of darkness and secret on our side we made the world safer for the future. As the great quirk event happened people like us were accepted into society, but what lengths we had to take for secrecy. All the costs that were paid for peace, were now lost to time itself.

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