Calling of Destiny

Calling of Destiny

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The Goddess who keeps watch over the world has forever given the world a human with golden eyes. They were born to protect the earth from an ancient society who wants control over the land. One hundred years ago the society had grown strong, too strong for just a human with golden eyes so the Goddess created a human with golden eyes as well as golden hair and lips. This girl fought alone against the last of the Lamic only to be slain with barley any Lamic left alive. Now after the world had gone without a golden one for a hundred years the Goddess has given it another girl. This girl has the golden eyes but she also has the lips and hair of the Goddess. Does this mean the society is back? She has all gold features so are they that strong again? Will the golden one succeed and defeat the ancient society once or for all or will her fate be like the one before her?
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