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The First Moonlark
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    Tempo 1h 21m
Em andamento, Primeira publicação em ago 20, 2020
A elf named Pandora Light was the First Moonlark until she didn't maifest as an Inflictor or Telepath. The Black Swan cast her out and she now starts a new life in Exilium where she meets a Psionipath that changes her life. Before she knows it she's with the Neverseen who promises her revenge on the Black Swan. 
Will Pandora face the Black Swan and finally kill them or will she be to weak and not. Pandora doesn't know because she's to clouded with revenge.
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NOT MY CHARACTERS ALL CHARACTERS BELONG TO SHANNON MESSENGER!! This fanfic includes mature content but I've labeled the chapters to give a heads up:) Here's a short bio: "I felt you," she whispered against his shoulder. "Even when everything else was gone, I felt something pulling me back." "That was me," he said softly, playing with strands of her hair, "I wasn't letting you go." They stayed like that, breathing each other in. A year of fear. A year of silence. A year of emptiness slowly dissolving between them. She leaned back just enough to look at him again. "You waited," she said. "A year," he admitted. Her eyes filled with a mixture of sorrow and awe. "You shouldn't have had to." "I would have waited longer," he said. "For as long as it took." Her thumb brushed gently along his cheek. "We've never been easy," she murmured. "We've fought. We've broken. We've almost lost each other more times than I can count." He nodded, because that was true. But she didn't look regretful. She looked certain. Well, they knew one thing now, there relationship was only perfect because it wasn't. And that's how it should be.