The Raven

The Raven

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I always wanted to live a normal life, just fit in. But somehow, I am just "different". I was happy just being with my father and brother. But, when strange men come to town, my life turns upside down. They tear my world apart and open new horrors in my mind. It was then that I realized that no matter how hard I try, I will never be the person I want to be. I was born to be different. I was made to stand out. I, on the other hand, am not made to stand out. I am a soldier in the Young Elite Magic Force. I am one among hundreds to defend king Korindal. I even have no name to call my own. Instead, I am known by a number. One day I hope to leave this miserable life behind, but when I meet a young girl who was made to stand out, I might actually find something worth living for. Together, we are the saving grace for our land or a treacherous pair. We are powerful, yet naive in every way. We can bring down strong powers, yet don't understand how we did. Together, we are One. Join us.
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After my lengthy and rather "eventful" years at Hogwarts, I've finally learned something about myself that changes my outlook on everything. I always viewed myself as "normal". Simply, "average". I fit under every category that I assumed, made me "normal". Just like everyone else. But there is no standard for being "average" or "normal" beside the one that's inside your mind. But comparing me to anyone's individual definition of "normal", I wouldn't fit their criteria. I've realized now more than ever, that I'm not the person I thought I was. I've lied to everyone I care about. Underneath my clothes, I hold a growing pain that is my ink covered skin. And I'm a spy for Lord Voldemort. In the least, I can say that I am not "normal" nor "average" from anyone's standard. I know this, because I beg for "normal".

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