A Certain Terra Tale
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  • Reads 3,989
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  • Parts 17
  • Time 4h 41m
Ongoing, First published Jun 19
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Everyone lost, holding their breath. They do not even realize as they lose their sight.
restricted by rules in their pursuit of freedom, isolated lost in your senses. now is the moment to remove the blindfold

You do not know who you are. Just living day by day without regret. You still don't understand this world. Now throw away your pride, and take the flight with those transcient wings.

Keep struggling, and fighting. No matter how ugly it gets. Keep on living, there someone out there who hopes you'll live, do not let this demon consume you.

Come witness the sight, at this moment, your life will burn brillant.

This is the Tale of Tenebris, a fool who has become an esper, and Orca a solitary girl, as they explore the unknown world of Terra






Hello everyone. I've been reading a lot of arknights fics, and I've decided to create my own. Since  English is not my first language, i take time to make a chapter,  so my English may not be good. I'm writing in English to practice and to reach a wider audience. As I'm just starting out with writing, I would appreciate any feedback on my mistakes so I can improve. Now, let's get started with that story.
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