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My name is Sunder. It also means to split apart. That's what I do. Split people apart. Soul mates to be exact. Let me start at the beginning.

Everyone knows cupid right? Well like usual, he has an opposite. Me. He matches soul mates together and if he makes a mistake, or I feel that they're not right I cut the red string of fate with my scissors. I can then fuse the two broken ends of string to whomever I want, or leave them without a soul mate. But as fun as that sounds, I'm not that cruel. Of course the string can be cut by one other person. Death. My dad. He thinks that I'm too young to do this job, and that I haven't experienced enough. So, what do parents do when they feel that their kid is uneducated in a subject? They send them to school. And I'm not talking some fancy school for gods. No, I'm talking about human school.

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Shout out to siggeisthehog for the cover! And shout out to -lizziebrooks- for the awsome editing job for chapters 1 and 2!