In my world, every a thousand years or so, 12 children are chosen to heros, marked by a god a birth, usually some sort of scar from where a piece of the god's soul was placed. My life was enough, i was content with it, but then came the Day of the Choosing... when everything changed... although we didn't realize it at first, as we began peeling back the layers of my world, we found the intricate web of lies and deception.All Rights Reserved
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