The Chosen

The Chosen

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In the year of 2212 seven infants were abducted at birth. It was an alien abduction. The Septonians to be exact. They have been known by the human race for decades. The children reappeared at the age of seven and were marked and given different elemental abilities. It has been 10 years and the International Civil Peace Alliance (I.C.P.A.) has only found and taken custody of 5 of the chosen children. As the ICPA continued to search for the remaining 2, the rest grew up in the training facility unable to see their family. Once they turn 18 they are emancipated and able to return to their family. But a few months before the oldest, Ziya, turns 18; they found the remaining two. A set of identical twins. Now that they are all united, evil forces are out to make the earth a living hell. What they don't know is that the head demon is the one keeping the Chosen captive in his personal trap a.k.a. the I.C.P.A Headquarters. Continue reading to find out....
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She was the type to stare herself in the mirror and see someone else stare back. Someone who was free and light, being able to spread her wings like an unbound angel. She was neither chained to Heaven nor Hell. Howbeit, no matter how far she reached into the mirror, she could never step through as her ball-and-chain presented itself in the form of a crown. She was a princess with two faces, desperately trying to have a sense of freedom outside of her royal obligations. She found it in the form of a weakness: a passion with another human being. Her love for him and ballet had kept her chin high; her crown not slipping from her pastel hair. So why, why did it suddenly become so hard when a gothic gymnastic back-flipped into her life? Why were her heartstrings being tugged on by someone of her same gender? Why was it suddenly so difficult, so strenuous to keep living in her pastel world when this mysterious girl brought such bright colours with her? TRIGGER WARNING: Mentions of sex, suicide and other mature themes will be contained within this book. Read at your own discretion.

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