The night princess

The night princess

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"Oh no my dear. I cannot do that. I will have you return to my master... To where you originally belong." Those words and the memory of the past, they've been haunting me. Since that day I am not able to have a peaceful night. I have no one else except my grandmother. She is my world. But I'm going to leave her and live my own life. I don't want to give her more troubles. Hi. My name is Emily and I'm 18 years old. The journey to my new life will bring a lot of things back to me which I had forgotten. The questions in my mind will soon be unraveled. I will find what I really am. The life I've been living will change abruptly.
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Born between two worlds, despised by those who should love her. Being labeled as "defective", "incomplete", "impure". Suffering repeated and constant persecution. How could she believe in happiness? Her heart had been bombarded by countless insults over the years in her home pack..., but against the setbacks of life, she remained determined to overcome all obstacles and prove that she was not weak but "unique", as her father always claimed. Her Witch blood did not diminish her courage at all... But lately she had been feeling strange... dreaming every night of a man, or rather, of his silhouette. The strength he emanated was terrifying, like a being from the coldest, most soulless underworld... making her doubt her real existence and her own sanity..., but why, even though she felt a terror that paralyzed her body, she couldn't forget the sadness she saw in his eyes? They were begging... for what? Someone? A love? To be rescued? Who was that "God" that lived in the darkness? His face gave her the feeling of recognition, he was not totally strange to her soul..., but at the same time, she was absolutely sure she had never seen him before... her blood warmed and her heart beat faster... What did it all mean? Was it all a result of her longing for her companion who she was told would never come? Or did it really have some other meaning? I had to find out...

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