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A Curse of Hope and Nightmares.
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    Time 1h 32m
Ongoing, First published Dec 31, 2024
Mature
Lyssa is a girl who grew up with nothing ever since she was 9. Parents got murdered. she fends for herself by killing and stealing. People have done her wrong and she will not accept it. She wants power. She wants to harm the people that have done her wrong. What she doesn't know is that she is high fae and the last heir of the High Fae. she gets a lot of power and becomes Queen of Alendor killing anyone in her way.
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