Third Dimension

Third Dimension

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House, car, pets, body... In a world where everyone and everything they have is (and must be) exactly the same, how can you know who's your friend? How can you know who's your enemy? The answer is simple: Eyes. No two pairs are alike, and Damen's are about to get him into a lot of trouble when he's exiled to the Third Dimension and is rescued by a girl named Cal. What will Cal make of her fallen angel? What will others make of the boy with the X on his face? What will Damen make of his new reality?
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In this land there are two categories of people, normal humans like the readers and writers of this story and then those who can see the magic and evil. There are animals but there are also magical creatures, some good, some bad and some that are just there. You always stood out from the rest. You had the eyes that held the power to see these creatures. Bright yellowish gold eyes and people were scared of you. They were scared because you were above all of them. Your parents owned this old fashioned city. It was a village the size of a city and it had some modern technology mixed with no technology. You had no friends for for so long and people always bullied you probably because they were scared of you. They didn't know of the magical side of the land. They didn't know that some people can see it. They would only see the creatures if they made themselves seeable. Everything was normal one day, people treating you like trash and you running crying to your mom. But your parents had gotten you something that they know nothing about or take care of but they put the responsibility in your 10 year old hands.

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