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Light From a Dead Star

Light From a Dead Star

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Ellena wachte eines Tages auf einem friedhof auf. Ihr fragt euch warum? Ganz einfach, sie ist die einziege die noch auf dem Planeten Agaria lebt. Sie besitzt die Gabe geister zu sehen und mit ihnen zu reden, sie kann sie sogar berühren. Ihr fragt euch warum sie noch die Einzige überlebende ist? Wen ihr es wissen wollt reist mit Hiroki Jamada und seinen Freunden. Diese reisen durchs Weltall und entdecken ein Licht auf einem Toten planeten. Diese landen dann auf dem Planeten namens Agaria und treffen ein Mädchen. Das Mädchen jedoch wollte den besuch nicht da haben. ,,Das ist mein Planet, meine Heimat, ihr seit Eindringlinge! Verschwindet von hier! Ihr werdet sterben!" Schrie sie die Jungs an. Warum sagt sie sowas? Sie ist doch ganz alleine!
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