Star-Nova: Spirit Link

Star-Nova: Spirit Link

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Science Fiction
A polymath, by the name Dr. Aries Rasales, from a planet called Terra, discovers a way to view alien life up close, without the need for intergalactic travel. After living her life as a different kind of human on a planet called earth, named Hazel Marie Hawthorn, she sets out to find hazel and her planet, and prove to her species that her discovery is real. While going threw new changes in her body and soul, This adventure sets in motion a series of events that'll change her life in drastic ways, as she reveals the history of her people, and saves there Future, from there destructive past. As she runs threw obstacles & meets new friends along the way, She and her ragtag crew will be a force of energy to be reckoned with, so stand by for new orders, because this hero will be the only thing standing in the way of the great destruction wreaking havoc across the multiverse. strap in your seatbelts, and put on your space helmet, there's an adventure awaiting you deep within the void.
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Completed ✅ When I was four years old, I saw a woman die. I didn't understand what was happening at the time. I didn't know why she was lying on the floor. I didn't realise I was stepping in her blood. I just thought my mother had gone to sleep, and, in a way, she had. When I was eight years old, I saw a man turn to drink. My father was struggling to deal raising me without my mother, and alcohol was his coping mechanism. When I was twelve years old, I saw a man lose himself. The alcohol had not helped my father, and when the drugs came along, things got even worse. The man I used to love had changed, disappeared, and in his place was a drug-ridden wreck of a man, who barely knew my name anymore. When I was sixteen years old, I saw a man die. I understood exactly what was happening. I knew why he was lying on the floor. I realised I was stepping in his blood. I thought my father had gone to sleep, and, in a way, he had. And it was my fault. Back then, there were three of us. But I'm twenty years old, and it's just me now. My name is Hazel Richards, and I'm the only one left.

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