the rune of secrets
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After five heroes with five different runes saved the world form an evil truant know as dark lord Landon they sealed him away with powerful magic involving the four main elements fire,water,air, and earth. A new being arise Glabotix; he wanted to destroy the seal captured the Fifth One also know as the Second Creator he tortured her to remove the seal she was close to breaking so she overheated her rune and killed her self. Now 7 hero's have risen now Glabotix plan has come into action. Love, shock, stress, and not to mention the have to go through high school
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