Small but Divine (Old)

Small but Divine (Old)

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Hey! I'm rewriting this book; the newer one is called Thorn! There's less content there but I promise you'll want to gouge your eyes out with a spork if you continue reading this version!! WARNINGS: Mild Fantasy Violence, Some Cursing, Dark(ish) Themes, Plenty O' Cringe Thirteen mages, each with a power. They were considered special, different, and elite compared to everyone else. And they were friends, close friends in fact. If you messed with one, you would feel the wrath of all of them. So when it was discovered that there was a traitor among the group, it essentially started a war. It was known as the most peaceful, yet bloody war of all. Dedicated To My Best Friends Co-Written With @BlazeDrazon_Dragneel
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Lara, in this magical and enchanting world, nothing is a lie! So believe in fairy tales. This was the phrase my mother whispered to me every night with her gentle voice. When she read the story of "Jack and the Beanstalk," I would always curiously ask: • But why don't I have a magic bean that can take me wherever I want? She would smile kindly and keep hope alive in my heart. We all believed in magic and wizards as children, fairy tales, and Little Red Riding Hood! I wished I would never know the bitter taste of reality. But years after her death, I faced the harsh reality of the world; a reality I had always tried to escape. After my mother's death, her voice remained with me, inviting me to the bright world of hope; unlike many who grew up and no longer believed in any childish dreams. But I remained faithful to stories and the land of fairies, believing that destiny awaits us all! We are born into different tales and live with love. However, the bitterness of the world ensnared me in its grip. Just when I was only nine years old, I became acquainted with the bitter reality of life; when the snowy night arrived! I had never seen snow so terrifying and ugly. Because my mother was in bed, coughing up blood and taking her last breaths. A tiny bit of white snow had fallen from my woolen boots onto the ground, and when her hand hung limp, droplets of blood dripped from her fingers onto the snow, turning it red.

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