The Last Hope (on edited or Is It?)

The Last Hope (on edited or Is It?)

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You get the point here ;-) Also I added my ocs~~~ And this is my first story so be nice okay! There will music too. (Guess who came back from the grave and everything hurts and I'm damn old now and morely need to focus on my studies, also if u see anything different, that me already edit it without telling, also don't judge everything from this book and any books, Idk what drugs my past self be having but I ain't gonna argue with that)
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My story? I am Phi, the defeated Lord of Destruction, shrouded in mystery and rumors. Still great, but no longer the god everyone thought me to be. I will never be like the others, even if I was more powerful. I will get nothing more than a passing glance. Phi, they'll say in history, was defeated by Aiger Akabane, who became the next World Champion. The students will nod dutifully and move on, my name already forgotten. Nothing to see beyond that, nothing to know. My story has always been unknown, and I think that's for the best. It lives only with me, and it dies with me, and when this phone gets found at the bottom of this lake with these words, it'll be too late. This small oasis will not be looked at, most likely not be found until I am dead. And dead is going to be very soon. Today is what I began to call my birthday nine years ago, the first time I touched real grass and saw the sun for the first time. When I escaped Papa and left behind Mama. Today is my nineteenth birthday, and nineteen is where my story will end.

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