The Last of Her Kind
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Darkness... That's all I have ever known. Do you know what it's like to wake up every single morning and think, nothing will change. Nothing will ever save me from this. Do you? Not many ever do. I wouldn't blame you if you said no. Cause you're one of the lucky ones. Part of the society that will always have a happy start. That's just how it is I guess. When you are like me, well you don't exactly get a good start in how your life will begin. Being a prophecy holder such as myself is rather hard. How am I supposed help humanity when I'm not even human? It is for told that I will either be the saviour for this world or it's ultimate destruction... Which path will I take?
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