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The Nameless

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An existence of reclusion and suffering.
The nameless one was born of flesh, white and black, the first all of the forty-nine kingdoms in the west of Africa had ever seen, her mother banished as punishment for her pregnancy.
People were frightened by the mismatching colours of her skin and the cold grey of her eyes. And as proven in history, fright grew to defense, and eventually to hate. They wanted the creature dead before it could harm them.
But it was just a girl.
Yes, she taught herself to hunt for food, to fight to protect herself, she made herself something to be feared in order to discourage attacks, a demon, likened to the devil himself.
But it was still just a girl.
A girl that wanted friends she'd fetch water with, suitors that would flatter her...a child that wouldn't grow up to be shunned as she was. 
Elias, a Duke of England, nephew to the King, arrives with a priest in search of one last piece of adventure before he assumes his father's office. Could he be her chance at the life she dared not dream of? Her chance at true happiness?

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