The Making of a Chakra(Bbrae)

The Making of a Chakra(Bbrae)

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Raven's Pov: It was, a magnificent thing to behold. It glew a crimsom red . The gem was entrancing, I felt so safe. The chakra was beyond beautiful. I wanted it, I needed it! I reached out my hand to grab it, but stopped myself midway. I can't it's against the rules. "Everything is against the rules." An enchanting voice said I looked all around, there was no one there. "Who and where are you?" I demanded. "I am the shine in your eyes, take me I'm just one piece of treasure. No one will miss me." Who was I to know, That decision would change my life. Disclaimer: I do not own any DC characters or things( the chakra). The pictures are also not mine. This is a bbrae fanfic.
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