Star Fall
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Last published Tue, May 24, 2016
Once upon a time, in a world far far away... There was two lands, divided by their differences. One, the Land of Brighton, happy and shiny, its inhabitants were happy and beautiful. It was a fair land, where everyone behaved and loved everyone. However, Its opposite, Dakaliah, The land of darkness, was corrupt, and disfunctional. Its inhabitants were monsters, and shadows, consumed by their own figures, and if anyone from Brighton were to turn on its home, they would forever reside in Dakaliah.
In a small town in Brighton, Aldama, lives a small child, Ever. A young, sweet child, who was raised by the mayor of the town. Not truly raised though, but in all was a quiet sweet child. Everyday, she's waiting for life to reach her. She had never imagined what her future would await her.
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