Oliva
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What would you do if you woke up on a strange beach not remembering anything including your own name and language? Shore a young confused girl who wakes up on a beach with amnesia, she goes into the nearest town to see it half destroyed and is greeted by thieves but is save by 2 rebel teenagers.
They tell her she is in an place called Oliva. Oliva is a gigantic island broken up into 5 very different kingdoms 2 of which are in a bloody war. Shore and her new friends will go through thieves, murderers, and whole kingdoms to overthrow not 1 but 2 dictators.
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