Syndicate Origins: Persona [NaNoWriMo2014, 2015]
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  • Parts 17
  • Time 4h 14m
Ongoing, First published Sep 25, 2014
Mae Dayfields is quiet, too quiet for a sixteen-year-old. Who could blame her? Her mother is dead and her father has buried himself in his work. School is hell for her, always being taunted and being the subject of many rumors concerning her status as a virgin. Oh, and there's the arrival of a half-brother she never knew she had. If that wasn't enough, she ends up pushing a girl down the stairs at school.

Without touching her.

Suddenly, Mae finds herself with a power she doesn't know if she can control, a power she doesn't know how she came to have. She has so many questions, but one is bothering her the most of all.

What if getting powers wasn't an accident?

. . . What if it was on purpose?


***BOOK ONE OF SYNDICATE ORIGINS***

**Rated for some foul language
**English with American spelling**

~summary changed on 12-11-14~
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