The Dark Days(Fallen)

The Dark Days(Fallen)

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Fantasy
The day has passed,sunken in darkness , can't remember the last time I saw the sunset.Frankly we were alive but living in the shadows for a long time since the war.A war that shock the foundations of the earth, a war between the land and the sea. It's hard to believe that such myths still exists ,that Mordrid the Eldest son of the king of Atlanta could wage war against humanity.Destruction was upon us, this is all of what remains of my people.one cannot imagine, what it feels to give birth to be a half breed, a legend that only happens in a lifetime. If Mordrid knew that the king fathered another son , I wouldn't have lived to tell a tail.
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Maya «I never wanted to be feared. I wanted to be seen. Not as a monster, but as a girl who loves the smell of rain and the warmth of sunlit grass. A girl who talks to animals as if they understand her and whispers secrets to the wind when no one's listening. But the world doesn't care what I want. It sees the glow in my eyes and the claws beneath my skin and decides what I am. A beast. A danger. And now, with my family hanging by a thread and strangers knocking at our door, maybe it's time I stop holding back. Let them see what happens when you corner a wolf.» Remi «The sea doesn't forgive mistakes. I learned that the first time I felt the salt bite my wounds and the ropes burn my hands. Out there, you either adapt, or you drown. I learned to strike before being struck, and to stare into the eyes of men who'd rather see me dead. But even as the waves carried me further from the past, it never truly let go. And now, the storm I thought I'd outrun has caught up with me. Maya needs me. My father needs me. But the sea took parts of me I can't get back. What if the man who returns isn't enough? What if I'm already lost?» Lynn «The city taught me how to survive and how to disappear. A glance, a twitch of the fingers, a slight tilt of the head, that's all it takes to pick a pocket or avoid a blade. I learned to watch, to wait, to strike. I became the shadow people fear in alleyways. And I like it. I like the power, the freedom, the knowledge that no one can touch me unless I let them. But then came Maya's letter. And suddenly, the walls I built to keep the world out feel more like a cage. My little sister needs me, and I hate that it scares me. Not the danger. But home. The girl I used to be. The girl I swore I'd never be again.» Three voices. Three paths. One storm, ready to break. We're not heroes. We're broken pieces, sharpened by pain. And when the storm hits, we'll either cut through it or be swept away.

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