The Otherworlder

The Otherworlder

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No one thinks the slightly cubby, ginger with glasses was the one who ruined the Wallon Kingdom. No one thinks the 5'6 girl who hasn't touched a sword in her life made the Todomik Kingdom's army finally push backs it's enemies. No one thinks the jumpy, green-eyed teenager was able the change this world- but I did. And I have every intention of doing it again. There is a story about an Otherworlder. An Otherworlder who brought destruction upon one kingdom and salvation to another. An Otherworlder who decimated the military and monarchy of one kingdom, yet reformed and renewed the life to another. An Otherworlder who stands before me, picking dirt out of her nails.
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