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A young girl awakens on her 15th birthday, and an adventure begins. |
| "Happy birthday, Endi." Those were the first words young 14, though now 15, year-old Endi heard that morning. The second set were, "Gracious miss Endica, Brush your hair correctly. It looks like you are still half-asleep!" from one of the Head Priestesses for the East Wing. "Technically I am, Sister ___?___. You woke us up for breakfast only 10 minutes ago!" Endi huffed, yanking the brush through her hair half-heartedly. +~=*CURRENTLY UNDER MAJOR REVISION SORRY*=~+ |