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Species

Species

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Fantasy
I live in a world where the myths, and legends that humans-like myself- are true and normal as putting cream in your coffee. We have many things crawling to walking to flying around here. It's what I call home, and always will. This place has many names, but we all call it Species. My name is Talia, I have been living with the lux people for more than ten years. They took me in after finding me lost in their world. Each year has been the same, but something sinister is happing beneath our noses. With the ceremony approaching, and the death of more lux children I am given the task of taking a child to the east mountain. I will travel across this world and get this child to safety, but what I didn't expect was the dangerous journey and the people I find not the way. I AM SO SORRY THIS DESCRIPTION IS SO BAD. I PROMISE I'LL GET IT TOGETHER WHEN I GET THIS STORY STARTED.
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