The Cursed Guardian
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- Chapitres 51
Contenu pour adultesTerminé sam., janv. 2, 20216h 8m
A story of guts and glory.
A story of reckless courage.
A story of successful failure.
A story of dimmed inspiration.
A story of light in darkness.
A story of cursed strength.
A story of victory in a horrific defeat.
This is a story of cowardice, fear defeat, failure and hopelessness. A story of having the courage to live life. The strength to be brave enough to fight while loosing. The hope of claiming victory while standing in the edge of defeat.
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She is just plain and ordinary. There is nothing special about her. Nothing extraordinary. Or that's just she thought she was?
If she was just ordinary, then why is it that she was chase by weird men in their black hooded cloak? And these men's faces are just black smoke? Why is her whole family is executed?
It doesn't make sense!
***This is under Mature Content because of this story views a slight violence.
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