To The Past Where Everything Started

To The Past Where Everything Started

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Liebe was never fond of Mythologies and such. Books about mythologies were usually written in lengthy and poetic style, which she found uninteresting. But whenever she walks past the old aisle at the school library, her eyes seem to always catch the book about the country's mythology. Hindi niya alam kung bakit. Something about the book draws her attention, and she can't seem to ignore the curiosity as to why she is feeling that way. And it all made sense one day, because when she gave in to her curiosity, tila isang parte ng kaniyang pagkatao ang napunan. The world she remember became the world she never knew. She came back to the past, where the world is set for beings far stronger and monstrous than humans , lived. Hindi niya alam kung ano ang koneksion ng pagbabagong ito sa kaniya, ngunit hindi na niya nais alamin pa. Dahil katumbas ng pagtuklas niya sa katotohanan ay kasabay ng pag-ikli ng kaniyang buhay. Kung alam lang niya na mangyayari ito, edi sana ay binasa na niya ang libro. Ongoing story, Every Monday Update.
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