Specter Kiba

Specter Kiba

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WpMetadataNoticeUltima pubblicazione mar, mar 22, 2016
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Prologue Hello, My name is Lex Androse, I Am from the planet Galri, in the Andromeda galaxy. I Am a bounty hunter searching for my mother. whom in my entire planet's opinion, yes You heard me, I said, in the ENTIRE planet's opinion, is the worst kind of criminal imaginable, the kind where She is wanted "Dead or Alive." do I get dirty looks you may ask? but my answer would surprisingly be...., No, quite the opposite actually but I gotta say that I do get looks of sadness or pity for being the bounty hunter who is gunning for his own freaking mother but She did stop being my mother years ago so I just dismiss the looks now a days although it used to bother me when I first started out on this hunt. Anyways, the bounty on her head is 1,000,000,000 crillion which is triple the value of the human dollar on earth. What did she do? She kidnapped the high priestess of the Galri Tribe who is the most respected and most sought after holy woman to come out of any time in the history of the tribe of people the original tribe even the children know of her and her greatness before they can even crawl like professionals.Her Name is White Dove or Wayete Dosia and is known over most galaxies even the milky way earth is several light years away from us but their humans know of this Priestess because she had made a visit to the humans when she was a teen now she is revered as a goddess among them some still await her return some day. Most will never set eyes on Her face again some have already missed the change not like me some will be Lucky to see her once more. See we live a lot longer than the earthlings because of our genetics and helps atmosphere too the air of the planet is like breathing an air version of the fountain of youth without the nasty side effects of having to trade the years of Another, unfair side effects as it may be but that is how the legend says it works.But anyways enough prologue....sorry my grandmother raised me as a story teller it is how I am now.
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New town. New identity. Same crazy. I love it!!! (insert enthusiastic voice ) (cough, cough) Not!! I hate it. I hate having to to hide who I am. But to protect the civilians and my new home from being destroyed like my last ones, I have obey the leader's rule. No matter if I do disapprove. But all of that changes when I meet, more like bump into someone who's special. ... DOOR OPENS. "Naomi Satchel!" my mother yells as she comes blaring through the doors. "Yes?" I say as I still lie under the covers. My mother pulls my cover from my body and tosses it on the floor. I quickly sit up in my bed and glare at her. "Get your ass up now you have half an hour left before your first-period starts and you better not be late," she demands. "Mom, this isn't my school. This isn't my home. I don't want to go." I whine and beg my mother at the same time to let me stay home. What was I thinking? My mom has an image to uphold being this perfect mother who loves and cares about her little baby girl. We both know the truth. Until a few years ago, I never even knew she existed. She and my father both agreed to send me here because they couldn't stand the fact that I fell in love with a black boy. Although neither of them would ever admit, that's the only reason why I know of her. I don't want to attend a school where I'm going to have to forsake who I truly am just to fit into their liking. How can I explain that to my mom when she sees everything to be black and white.

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