My Name is Leena and I'm Dead.

My Name is Leena and I'm Dead.

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So. Hi, my name is Leena (not my real name but you don't need to know it yet). I'm a fully trained Vanishing Shock Trooper at the age of nineteen. Oh; and I'm dead. -Leena. *A/N: Thank you for reading this story! A huge thank you to Cheshiregrin92 for writing this story with me. Most, if not, all artwork shown in this story is going to be my own. I don't have much time to really draw or sketch nowadays so they won't be 100% the best but I'll do my best with what time I have and what I've got to do it.
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In the quiet desert village of Dey, living among the sand dunes and mirages, existed an anomaly - me. I was different, born without the ability to read, write or keep long memories. My scientist father hailed my uniqueness as a miracle, but my life was far from ordinary. To the village, I was just an oddity, a walking puzzle with missing pieces. My only solace was my best friend, always standing by me, his unspoken love for me etched in his affectionate gaze. We lived under a cruel regime with a population no more than a hundred. Every year, one of us would be chosen on the Counting Day, a ceremonious banishing ritual, to become yet another outcast to the floating prison island far off in the ocean - our village's dreaded version of population control. Our past criminals, defiant to government, and more terrifyingly, our loved ones gone missing, were thought to inhabit that island, their fate, a terrifying enigma. This year, as the Counting Day approached unrelentingly, and my loved one's life rested on borrowed time, I made a decision. I volunteered to be casted out. It was my turn to face the unknown with a hidden purpose - to locate my lost father who was sent there years ago.

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