Chosen One
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  • LECTURAS 408
  • Votos 17
  • Partes 6
  • Hora 1h 11m
Continúa, Has publicado ago 14, 2014
My name is Emmalina Annabeth Corvier but people call me Emma and for the past year my life has been anything but normal...
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Emma is intellectual, talented, spunky, and an utmost joy to be around. But what no one knows is that her life is not what they think. About a year ago is when it all started, with observing figures that were black and scaly or red eyed snakes watching her from a distance, but no one else seemed to notice them. So she simply put her thoughts under the rug and continued on. Later, it became more frequent and soon, other things she started to see, became more vivid and she concluded that she most definitely was going insane. Then the unexplainable had happened...someone from her past, a chosen, told her everything. Now, because of it, she knows that some myths weren't myths at all and that some stories might not just be stories after all. 
She Is a Fighter 
She Is Destined 
She Is Set Apart... 
She Is One of The Chosen.
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