From the Past and Into Ashes

From the Past and Into Ashes

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(I made the cover and I own everything in this book. This is my ideas and plot. If I find anyone with my cover/idea/anything else I won't hesitate to report you.) Time. The indefinite continued progress of existence and events in the past, present, and future regarded as a whole. Time Travel. The action of traveling through time into the past or the future. Anya Gentry just seems like a normal 19 year old girl. When summer break starts, a boy by the name of Dorian Tanarus jumps into her time takes her to his time. Year 2114. Everything then changes for her. No longer in her time, she learns about the corruption of the government, the true secret behind her family, and how different everything is in this era. Anya then decides to help the rebellion, Nightshade Vision, to overthrow the corrupted government and end the 3 year long war. Chaos erupts throughout the city, innocent people die, friends to be made and lost. Anya must now find out her true identity, find the truth about her past, and end the war before the clock stops ticking.
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