The Memories Of Which I Must Find
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  • Parts 11
  • Time 1h 12m
Ongoing, First published Aug 01, 2021
This is the story of Alexander, the third son of a god named Vercillium.

During a battle with an unknown god the young immortal was cursed with an ancient spell that has no known remedy. He is forced to be unable to feel or care for anything, even his own health. Follow him as he cures himself of the curse and find the unknown god.

Some stuff: mainly based off of Dream Smp so if you find the story similar it's because of that!

I may not be the best writer, nor have  I written any good stories but I try my best to convey the images I see to words writing is my joy.
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