Little Witch Academy

Little Witch Academy

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Fantasy
(THIS IS NOT BASED ON THE "Little Witch Academia" shorts)(ORIGINAL STORY) In a land of magic and wonder. Lived a young witch, her name was Kamilla. Along with her was her brother, a young wizard named Phillip. Both are in training and need much to learn about magic. And when they get accepted to the best magic school in the world, they're going to take a lot more than just plain old school drama. How will they survive their years in the Little Witch Academy? Find out for yourself. 2016
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We exist in a dark and corrupt world whose poison has been spreading through the various human populations scattered around the world, making the most virtuous of us cruel and impure. The gods have abandoned us, the immortals have never cared for us; we have been nothing more than puppets in their hands with which to entertain themselves, until we stopped doing so and discarded us. A new age has begun, one that must be forged with iron and blood, one that we humans must forge in order to give ourselves a future. One that must be forged with dagger and sword; one that must begin by eliminating the poisoned core: the nobility. That is where I come in, allow me to introduce myself. I am Noctis, the most lethal assassin seen since the Fall; for a couple of pieces of silver and a name you can make anyone cease to exist. For that I am feared, and so is the capital. My life has not been a bed of roses, nor will it ever be. That is why I am going to show you something that you will not be able to rest, that is why my life will not be as long as I would like it to be and why I have decided to capture what I once was before I disappeared from this world; from its memory. This is my story.

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