flora's elemental's

flora's elemental's

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The beginning They said it wasn't real at first, they told them they were special, too special. So they sent them away, away from everyone, only a few families stayed in the dark, fathers left mothers and their children, once they found out the truth. The ungifted children left as well, to live with their ungifted parent, not wanting to live with what they called a disgrace. Though, one person, felt as if they could change that, make them believe that they were normal, so they created the one place that cherished everyone, and everything, well, besides the non-believers. Flora was a gifted child, her mother would tell her, gifted from the gods, her element was beautiful, the element of the moon. She could light up the darkness, for there will always be light in the darkness, as there is always darkness in the light. Her mother would tell her stories of the Greeks and Romans as she would fall asleep, tell her that everyone that was either Greek or roman, had an element along with two special quirks, flora found her quirks later in life, and had found, that her great great great grandmother had been blessed by Artemis, the goddess of the moon, she would call her. The gifts soon passed on to every generation that was blessed by the gods, have these abilities and elements, soon making 100s and 100s of children that were out casted. And as flora grew up, she had one goal, to make a school for all the blessed, no matter what their element and quirks were. To make a school were all the students felt loved, felt like they belonged. And that's exactly what she did. That's how the one school for all, became. Flora's elemental school for the blessed
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