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My name's Bianca. I went through hell growing up with an abusive father. I didn't fight back, because I didn't have hope. My mom is dead, or so I thought. I only have two friends which are April and Tork I later on met the love of my life, Nazareth. Everything suddenly changed when he came into my life, life became worth living. I finally started believing... Until I found out it was all a lie, my whole life was a lie. The people I thought I really knew and loved had all lied to me too, everything was gone. My life, my dreams were forced to change. I had to start living my life a a new being, a being I believed as a fairytale. Will I end up living in the past and go back to the life I had, or would I forget about my old life and move forward, take on a new path, have new dreams, forgive the people I love so much but hurt me so badly. I don't know, I guess we'll all find out.
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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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