Gifted
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A gift can be given in many ways. It can be wrapped, boxed, or sent. But some are passed down through generations, and there not always a good thing to obtain. This is the story of my life. And how my family has been gifted with specific elements from the gods themselves. Now as I tell you my story I want you to keep in mind that sometimes what people consider gifts, it may also be considered a curse. Also keep in mind, what happens when all elements are taken in your family and yet you have another child? And what happens when you find your soul mate, only to discover not only his life to be in danger, but yours too?
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