Forgotten Magic: An Alchemyst Fanfiction

Forgotten Magic: An Alchemyst Fanfiction

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Fullmetal Alchemist
People have said many things about a certain man named Nicholas Flammel. Nicholas is historical figure, a kind man, a legend, an alchemist and a disillusioned man, they say and believe me, I've heard it all. But I know the truth, Nicholas is the alchemist and he lives to this day, protecting a way of life. Protecting the peace that you enjoy today. But this isn't his story, this is my story of a forgotten world full of magic. Dear Readers, This story is a Alchemyst, The Secrets of the Immortal Nicholas Flammel fanfiction but I'll only be using the setting and a couple of characters. This story is from the perspective of a new charrie. Unlike the other stories, you guys won't need a summary because I'll be going through most of the story from the new character's perspective. Please check it out! I hope you enjoy it! From, Elene
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They said the Hunt was sacred. That if I was chosen, it meant fate. But fate didn't feel like a mouth on my skin or claws at my back. It felt like blood. Mine. For years, I stayed hidden. Quiet. Unclaimed. I stole seeds from the state fields, grew food in secret, fed my family from soil and silence. I did everything right - stayed beneath their radar, beneath their noses. I didn't make waves. I didn't ask for more. But monsters never forget a scent. And when the Hunt came, I was scented. Tracked. Taken. I stabbed him. I buried the blade in his shoulder and watched him bleed. It didn't matter. Because he still bit me. And the world saw. Now my face is on every screen. The girl who didn't run. The girl who fought back. Some call me a rebel. Some call me a mate. But they all forget one thing. I wasn't made to be claimed. I was made to survive. And if they want to collar me, cage me, crown me - they'll have to reckon with everything I've kept buried beneath the roots. Because I am not the flower. I'm the fire beneath it. Rewrite version of formerly known book Escaping the monsters Embrace

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