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Incarnate
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Incarnate: (n) : the person who embodies in the flesh a deity, spirit or certain quality. When Helen Ravan moves with her older twin brothers, Casey and Paul, to New Troy, she finds what she never expected. She never expected to make friends after her ex-best friend betrayed her in one of the worst ways possible. She never expected to fall madly and deeply in love- with more than one person. She never expected to be dragged into the middle of a decades-old feud between the East and the West Side that stemmed from the Original Trojan War Battle. And she never expected that the people of New Troy are actually incarnations of the people who used to be. Drama, love, lies and boys, Welcome to New Troy.
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The First

I was the first. I arrived in the Glade, and there was nothing and... no one. I remembered nothing about who I was, who my parents were, what happened. A few days I remembered my name, and that's it. That's all that ever came back. There were four walls surrounding me with only one exit. I wanted to go through, so I did, in hopes of finding my way out. What I found lurking on the other side was not an exit but something much worse. I found my way back, and I spent the next month fending for myself. Food, water, a temporary shelter. After a month, someone else arrived, and this person arrived with supplies. Every month a new person was sent up. Every arrival was the same as mine. They couldn't remember anything. I was the first one here, and that means that I call the shots, I make the rules, and I run the place.

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