Mosura's Descent

Mosura's Descent

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Naveah, a normal 11th grader in Greenrich High with friends and a crush. She starts getting visions about a strange being, and she doesn't know why. There are others out there, trying to steal her power. Just so they can please them. This will be a wild ride. Note: Some mentioned characters belong to MonsterVerse owned by Legendary Pictures and Toho Animations owned by Toho Co., Ltd. The whole storyline is mine, and mine alone.
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