But Home is Nowhere
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You are pulled into an unknown world, Prythian, by an unknown force, coming face to face with a group of people you have only seen in your dreams. However, the reality you now face is much darker than anything you could imagine. Finding a way home is your only goal but with each passing year it drifts further away. It seems that Fate has different inescapable plans. With the help of a few you must learn to navigate your new life. Can the discovery of a vague prophecy help guide you on your journey?
When magic returns to the Earth, and Death's shadow is unchained, Celestial bodies will unite to bring forth new rain.
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This is a fanfiction story based on characters and locations from the book series "A Court of Thorns and Roses" (ACOTAR) and "Crescent City". Both series, and thus the characters and locations within those works, are the property of Sarah J. Maas. The only thing that belongs to me is the backstory for "Reader" and my personal interpretation for how the story could go in an alternative universe.
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