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Archimage's Call
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Continúa, Has publicado oct 24, 2024
I thought my biggest problem was surviving high school-getting through classes, avoiding drama, and maybe convincing my dad to let me stay out past curfew. That was before a shadowy creature attacked me, dragging me into a world I never knew existed.

Now, I'm in Avolaria, where magic is real, and somehow, I'm supposed to be the Archimage, a prophesied savior destined to stop an ancient war. The only problem? 

I have no idea how to use magic. 

Then there's Victor, my so-called bodyguard. 

Tall, brooding, and undeniably hot, he's full of secrets, and I don't know if I can trust him-or why I care so much that I do. Some days I want to punch him, other days... I'm not so sure.

War is coming, the provinces are divided, and I'm stuck in the middle, trying to figure out what's real and what's just a bad dream. To make matters worse, there's a prophecy that says I might have to give up everything to save this place.

So, what do I do? Pretend none of this happened and go back to worrying about my math homework? Or stay here, fight the darkness, and risk everything to become the Archimage they say I'm meant to be?

Guess it's time to decide. 

And quick too.

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