Michael Davis
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Uncle Gray bought me anything I wanted, and treated me like a princess. Even though I was reserved and humble, I still pretty much got every toy every other girls had. Aunt Esther also did a lot of things with me. I was taught to cook, clean, wash, make, fix or the likes by her. I was even taught how to gossip, and gather information. Okay, the last one was a bit too much. But I was actually good at information gathering now. Helped me in being more aware of my soroundings. Then, there was big…
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This did not happen when he saw his parent's face, or when he arrived back at his room. His mind automatically normalized everything, either than her. 'Was she so into my mind that, I was actually looking forward to seeing her the most?' Damien thought to himself in slight shock. He still kept looking at her for a few more seconds. Yet even then, the Juliette now, and the Juliette of the future, they were not aligned. The current her, was completely different from the future her. In multiple degrees…
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And outside, was a well decorated, clean and luxurious house that differed completely to his empty, god forsaken room. It was not to the point of being like the rich houses in the modern day, but for people in the nigh-olden Era, it was quite decent and neat. But he ignored it as well and the emotions he was experiencing. And just walked to his parent's room, not far from his. The Primordial Source was only minutes away from initiating its first phase, so he had to make a move. One as quickly as he…
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But strangely though, the star fall did not cause that much damage to the world, which surprised the still intellectual humans who knew how powerful a star was. But that was not important. What was important was that, at that day, the very powerful and unknown entity that drove the world to its most prime state had appeared. The Primordial Source. "The Primordial Source..." Damien whispered to himself that name the moment it appeared within his mind. Indeed. It considered itself The Primordial…
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"..." A young man sat within his room, and stared expressionlessly at the wall. He seemed dead. Internally at that. And his gaze implying that he was lost deep into his thoughts. Like being stranded within a misty sea, not knowing which direction is which. But maybe it made sense. For his circumstances were not light nor casual. Especially so, with everything that was to come. His vision returned to his room. It had nothing to begin with, so him staring at the wall, was not that strange. The room…
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