The Last Elyssian
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Last published Thu, Sep 5, 2013
Tatriana, now the blind seer, disappeared and hadn't been seen for thousands of years. The earth was ravaged and not a single place escaped the destruction caused by the great war. Tatriana had not foreseen the destruction to this extent. But none could track her down to find out what would happen to their race. Year after year, their population dwindled until only a few were left. Those left went into hiding until all traces of them were gone entirely.
Many years had passed since the great war and the world was once again at peace. What would you do if your entire race was gone and you found out you were the only one left? Would you be able to live with it or would you crumble under the pressure?
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