My Star Has Fallen

My Star Has Fallen

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She was his darkness, he was hers. Mila and Zayden. Created for war and designed to be the ultimate weapons, they were never meant to fall for each other. As the first two Children of the Finx, they were stripped of their memories, separated, and nearly destroyed. Yet, the unmistakable electric bond between them could not be severed. Their love defied all odds, a beacon of hope in a world of chaos and control. After a 100 years of war, the population has quartered. The world has entered a new era. An era of peace, an era of freedom, The lull before the tempest. 2 interconnected souls. 2 intertwined destinies fighting for freedom, fighting for love. But they can never escape. Their fate was already written in the stars.
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She was used to being alone. Used to hiding in trees, gripping her belongings as they searched for her below. Used to losing those she loved to them. Blights caused her pain. They caused everyone pain. She questioned what the point of living was. Now-a-days, it was just scraping by to survive. Then she heard about Ryseden, a utopia of sorts. They promise to shield those free of infection. They promise a warm bed with food. They promise a purpose in life. And that's exactly what she needs. u·to·pi·a: An imagined "perfect" realm. Where everyone is content; where things get done by people who are happy to do them, and where problems that have plagued our world for over a millennium no longer apply. Whoever came up with the idea was drunk, stoned, tripping or insane. Maybe even all four.

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