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The Hollow Within

Oliviana_Peterson
Do you believe in magic? The answer of most will be no. But what if magic DID exsist? To some, it might just be your typical average story. But this has an element of unpredictability mixed in between. Their lives were similar to the two sides of a coin. In order to flee from a perpetually toxic relationship, she offers to him, a proposal he would have never expected. Diego Raymond, desperate to prevent the element from being revealed, has no other option but to concur. Diane Lewis was a normal teenage girl from an aristocratic family. But since she met HIM, her view of the world turned upside down. "How is that even possible?" She asked, mouth agape. He smiled at her, showing a perfect set of snow-white teeth. "With magic, anything is possible." Horn your skills and train your ability. "I will protect you." She said, with a determined gaze. "You can Barely even protect yourself. You are not strong enough." He retorted. "Then, just wait for Me to get stronger." She said, with a smile. "You have no right to be here. We cut ties remember?" Dennis, the man she acknowledged as her Older brother, posed that question, while glaring at her fiercely. "I am not here for you. I am here for the family. There are still people I treasure in this place. So let me through or else..." She completed her statement by majestically drawing out her sword. So many secrets lay hidden. Injustice in the form of justice. Lies, fabricated to become truth. Deception roams around, unleashed. And a Naive girl, who had never seen the shadow that lurked around in the abyss. Will her Destiny be actualized, saving those which she held dear to her heart? Or will she be overwhelmed by the challenges of her new world, succumbing gradually underneath the waves, which seek to devour Her whole, perishing alongside her family?
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