Enchanted Alchemy School of Magic

Enchanted Alchemy School of Magic

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" We're just kids, not "heros" " ↳Enchanted Alchemy; School of Magic↲ Rumor was, that theres an acient object that can control the weather. It was hidden, to keep away from being manipulated of its powers. But one day, its been stolen, and put into the wrong hands. How can four kids be heros, if they dont know what they're doing? ━ this is all unedited at the moment, and the writing style may change throughout the story. i apologize for any upcoming errors. ━ all characters in this story is mine unless said otherwise (: @/galaxyprick
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