The Four Roses: Book 1

The Four Roses: Book 1

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Hi! My name is, Alane Rose and like many protagonists, I started off as an average girl. Average height Average grades, even average looks! Life couldn't be more normal when suddenly a natural disaster occurred in my hometown that signified the end of the world and potentially the beginning of world war III. Yes, you heard that right, the end of the world. I soon found out that best friend Jake and I have some untapped potential and we may just be responsible for saving the entire earth (yeah not so guess who's not so freaking average after all). With my unresolved feelings for my best friend, the discovery of my new friends, and a new set of powers. Saving the world may just turn out to be the least of my worries. That's right the movie 2012 ain't got nothing on this.
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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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