destined blood

destined blood

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In this story, The Hedge is were all of the fairy's grow up, learn there talent, get a destined blood sister and and most exiting, GROW WINGS!! its all the little fairy's wonder to see which class they are put into which is decided by the wing color and streak of hair they get when they have discovered there talent. but when a young fairy named Luna gets put in a class where her destined fairy is an death fairy that lives out on a desert wasteland, far away from the henge she is torn. she is basically a disgrace and is looked down on by every one. she is instructed to never go looking for her sister. but then she meets 7 other fairy's all from different classes. they go on a quest and find out a terrible secret. what will Luna do, fight or flight?
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