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Hour of Revenge

Hour of Revenge

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Sun, Nov 17, 2013
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Fantasy
The Homo Sapiens isn't the only race of humans on the face of earth. For thousands of years they lived together in harmony with another race, the Homo Magicks. The Magicks looks exactly the same as the Homo Sapiens but the one thing that separates them are magic. The Magicks are able to draw power from their surroundings to accomplish marvelous things, such as making plants grow and killing without leaving any trace. The Magicks rose to power in the different civilizations and the Homo Sapiens feared their power and built prisons where the Magicks were imprisoned. The Magicks numbers dwindled through the eras and many prisons became empty. Today there's only a handful left, many in prisons, the others are hiding. The ordinary person don't know anything about the existence of the other race and the inhabitants of the coastal city Norcoast are no exception. The biggest Magick prison is located in Norcoast and the time for escape is coming closer. What will happen when a group of teenagers from Norcoast are reluctantly thrown into the ancient struggle for power between the races? Will they survive and leave the battle unharmed or will their lives change forever?
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{COMPLETED} "now that you've had your fun electrocuting me, would you care to hop in the backseat?" ---------------------------------------------------------- Freak DNA. That's what I like to call it. The fault to my genetic code. More often than not, it's a curse. The static running through my blood gave me a name. A cruel, daunting label of a measly bug. A roach. That's what I am to them, to the government. Roach; the nameless monster with electricity for a sense and lightening as a second nature. It ruined my life, the sparking currents playing tag in my mind, running around and bumping into everything, shaking me loose. The government, actually. They ruined my life. My curse just gave them a reason. You see, the normal population with ordinary DNA, they don't know about the people like me. The roaches of the world. We don't get that kind of recognition at the camps. There, we are only one thing in the military's eyes. We are weapons and we will act like it. Everyone else out there, bathing in the goodness they don't know they've got, they don't know about the roaches their stepping on. As long as their getting closer to the sky, they don't care what they stand on to reach it. They don't know about the sparkling dreamer that's killed 7 people before her 17th birthday. They don't about the ghost of a girl peaking around corners for her entire life because even home wasn't safe. They don't know about the fighter of steel and iron sucking on his bloody lip courtesy of the wars he battles in as nothing but a shadow. They don't know about the masked villain who would do anything to see the army they lead claim the throne They don't know about us. But they will, because we will rise. And when we arrive, we will arrive violently. ___________________________________________ Started: 10.06.15 Finished: 3.17.16

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