Abalyes Voltaris
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!!THIS FANFICTION IS BEING REWRITTEN (BUT THIS COPY WILL STAY HERE)!!
!SPOILERS FOR BLACK PLASMA STUDIOS' SONGS OF WAR!
The symbol in the front cover means 'I have the courage to live my dreams'.
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My life is jumbled up, but every event lead to one possible path.
Surviving through two wars isn't easy, and it comes with the price of losing the people that are closest to you.
I almost lost my whole clan to the Second Great War. I'm the last pure-blooded Voltaris. Senn and Kayla are half Voltaris.
I lost almost everything.
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Abalyes Voltaris is one of the 3 major charcters I have made.
I really hope I didn't spoil anything for the fanfiction in the description.
This is a Songs of War fanfiction. Songs of War is by Black Plasma Studios and if you're reading this BEFORE seeing the animation, what are you doing? Go watch the animation first!
If you have any feedback, please put it in the comments, I'd love to know what you think about my fanfiction.
Credit goes to skyA_theDumbass for making the cover.
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