Magic Heals the Broken
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  • Reads 1,790
  • Votes 50
  • Parts 5
  • Time 39m
Ongoing, First published Oct 04, 2015
Your name is Cronus Ampora and you have one of the best matesprit of all time.

Mituna Captor.

Gods, he just got his Psionic powers back after all this time, and he just keeps finding new ways to make you happy.

You are happy, most of your quadrants are filled, with the exception of the ashen quadrant. You just came to realize that magic is real, because there is no way that he would be able to get his powers back after all this time.

But, his former matesprit, Latula Pyrope is trying to take him back after she threw him away like yesterday's trash.

You will fight her if it comes down to it.

Even if you die in the process.

All rights go to Andrew Hussie, I only own the plot.
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What's not enough for one, too much for three, and just right for two? A secret. But you know teenagers. We tend to break or bend the rules. In this case, three is just right for the secret that these highschoolers hold. Facit autem virtus nostra nos. Our power makes us one. "So, what am I?" "We, we don't know. We're still trying to figure that out." And with that, he got up and left the room. Swirling his coat behind him, leaving us to deal with this information. I felt as if I had just been slapped directly in the face with a frying pan. What do you mean you don't know what I am? As if I'm some sort of alien creature or something that's going extinct. I'm not a creature to be classified. Yet that was how I felt.