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Ataraxia
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Ongoing, First published Jul 16, 2016
Ataraxia (ἀταραξία, "tranquillity") is a Greek term meaning on going freedom from distress and worry. A word long forgotten by Princess Antigone. When an mysterious man tries to kidnap her, everyone is suddenly on edge, but she is the only one willing to save his life. Not knowing why she trusts the man, she goes on her instinct and makes him her servant. He shows her how to be herself and not care what others think. He gives her Ataraxia.
Disclaimer: This story takes place during a fictional war between Greece and Romania. No events in this story are real.
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