I'm A Zombie Killer

I'm A Zombie Killer

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Hestia, an elf from a tribe lost to the depths of a fire. The flames of that fire still burning in her heart. She never forgot the day that her father told her that she was worth so much, that she would take care of the family, no matter of age or looks. She was and is an elemental elf, she didn't keep her promise though. After the fire she feels that, even though the fire was caused by something totally against her will it was her fault. Everyone, except herself, perished to such an unworthy cause. Once the apocalypse started, everything changed, that was a year after the fire of hell. Hestia felt that she needed to mend her bond with her powers, as they sometimes had a mind of their own. She possessed ice and earth powers, she knew how to control her earth portion very well but, the ice was like a hole in her. It was ripping at her everyday, she had no choice after the apocalypse started but to try and mend the bond between her and ice, she hated the cold. She is an amazing fighter but one day she had something else she had to come to terms with...
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