All that is gold does no glitter, not all those who wander are lost; the old that is strong does not wither, deep roots are not reached by the frost. From the ashes a fire shall be woken, a light from the shadows shall spring; renewed shall be blade that was broken, the crownless again shall be king.
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Story by C_McCardwell
Life as a Star
Teenage identity crisis, it has to be one of the most difficult things teens go through. Discovering who they...