Doctrines of Leals

Doctrines of Leals

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In a human perspective, mythical creatures are untrue. They are just a figment of our broad imagination. In a leal perspective, humans are varmints. They are the worst creatures as they are unpredictable and independent, especially in the talks of love. Listan, a sixth-ranked leal, is the epitome of malignity and procrastination which is the main reason why she has no friends, job, or reputation. Well, in Listan's stance, she owns the best life. She got the liberty she wanted but her fun and games ended when Great Odessa, Plethora's Head Leal, wanted to send her to the world of humans for Listan to raise her rank. A piece of cake it is not until she met Devon, a human in her mission. Listan isn't fond of him at first but soon after, she found herself giving Devon a huge interest. Knowing the ordinance of Plethora concerning the interactions made between humans and leals, will Listan ever finish her mission?
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