The Clock of Fate

The Clock of Fate

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The moment Xylia and Wren Mealthwood were borne; they despised each other. Sheltered inside the walls of their insanely conservative, borderline deranged mother for fourteen torturous years, the girls conspired together for what would be the first - and last time - they ever worked together. However, the moment they escaped their abode (each armed with half of a strange locket), leaving their mother's body in their wake; the girls once again assumed bitter feelings towards the other and they parted ways, both of them hellbent on making the other's life misery. And how would they do that? By severing the other's lifeline on the Clock of Fate. What follows is a twisted, complicated adventure through various lands of shadow as each one of them tries to reach the land of Ventiquain, where the Clock of Fate resides.
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The locals had warned me that no one in their right mind would enter the North Woods alone, not unless they had a death wish. It's a good thing then that I am not in my right mind. Fear had prevented me from returning to this place for years, but the nightmares depriving me of sleep threatened to steal what little sanity I had left, leaving me with no other choice than to confront the source of my apprehension. I was tired of pretending that everything was ok. That I was ok. I needed the nightmares to stop. But in order for that to happen, I needed to uncover my lost memories. The North Woods held answers, of that much I was certain. So here I stand, ready to face my past. If only I could get my legs to move. **FIRST DRAFT - UNEDITED **

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