Rise of the Wasted

Rise of the Wasted

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[Please note this is the unedited version of "Rise of the Wasted" so there will be mistakes and sentences that don't make sense. I'll edit it after the story is finished.] Away from the society of today's world lies a community run by the Divine Imperium. They set up three groups of people, each one different. Out of the Eidolons, Commoners, and Outcasts, the Outcasts are the worst. It just so happens that Amber Rose is an Outcast, an ugly outsider. She's the only one, along with her best friend, Melanie, who disagrees with the system. She wants to see a change. For so long, she struggled to fit in, but now, she wants to stand out. She has a plan, a dangerous plan. It means she'll be held with treason, so if she's caught, she'll be killed. Will Amber be able to fulfill her mission or will she be killed in the process?
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