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They say that we're all born without the chance to choose where we would came from. Nor are we given the choices to the things we can have the ability to do. I guess they're right. I never wished for this gift. I never wished that because of what I can do, they will arrive at our doorstep and take me away from my family. Away from the world I always know. If that's the case then, who am I to tell them they're wrong? After all, Wildwood Academy is a safe haven for me. A place where I no longer have to live in the shadows and fear. Where children like me, can celebrate and admire their gift. But what if they found out that I am not someone they thought me to be? Will they give me choices now? If so, will I be allowed to choose? I could be right. But I could also be wrong.
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They fear us because we are different. They fear us because we have special powers, because the goddess gave us gifts. The goddess gave us these powers to protect the non-gifted. They don't care about that. They fear us because they think we will hurt them. They believe we are power hungry, the irony. They have hunted us for centuries now. Killing us because they are afraid. We just want to live out lives in peace. Why must there be a fear for people who are different? Why must there be such hate for people who just want to live their lives? My name is Lydia Martin. I fight for my freedom. This is my story. The story of how I fell in love with my target. The story of how I fell in love with the one man I wasn't supposed to fall in love with.

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