Fighting for My Identity {Fighting for te Truth prequel}[Eusine Minaki]
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  • Reads 583
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  • Parts 3
  • Time 18m
Ongoing, First published Sep 06, 2015
Corona was a girl found in the forest by the Swords of Justice. With her ability to understand pokéspeech, they raised her with their beliefs. Years later, she met a boy named N with the same gift, but wanted to separate people and pokémon. Together with the legendary Reshiram, the Swords, her pokémon, Cheren, and Starla, Corona defeated N and Zekrom in the battle of their beliefs. 

But years before Corona became a Hero, there was another girl. A girl, very different, yet very similar to Corona herself. A Hero in her own right. Her name was Alanna Gray. She was Corona's mother. 

The story began years before Ghetsis manipulated N into his beliefs; before lightning clashed with fire once more.

It began with a girl and an Eevee in the pouring rain.

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Part Two:
Brief snapshots of what happened after, leading up to the prologue of Fighting for the Truth.
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