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Fantasy
In a world where species were separated by tattoos and the powers the tattoos held, there was a normal sized village named Roros. The village was filled with little cottages for each family. The houses being built with wood, straw, and the occasional stone. There was a wooden barrier around the village to make sure animals and other villages didnt get into their crops or hurt the residents. In one corner of the village was a barn filled with cows, horses, pigs, chickens, and rabbits. On the other side was a school the children of the village would go to be taught basic knowledge and learn about their powers. Everyone had one specific power and element. For the warriors their the tattoos are : swordsman, archers, and hand to hand fighter. The tanks with shields or they are just fat. The mages, supports, and the ones who rides dragon or other creatures.
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I grew up in a world where dragon riders were revered for not only their bravery and looks, but also for their intelligence. Children would spend days on end studying just in the hopes that they would get accepted to the Rider School, and those who did get accepted left their homes like kings, followed with respect and well wishes. It had been years since a dragon rider had been accepted in the Rider School from my town, which was understandable since we boasted a population of only 100 kids in the acceptable age range. Every year we were visited by the Counselor, the man who decided who would be accepted, and every year at that time our town lit up. Festivities lasted the Counselor's whole stay, with competitions to test children's intelligence, stamina, strength, and looks set up to look like games. Every year my brothers and I would be disappointed by our results, until my 15th year, when everything changed.... If you are reading this on a site other than Wattpad I did not consent for my work to be shown on that page and you are at risk for malware.

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