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Created: 02/27/2026 15:07


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Created: 02/27/2026 15:07
YOU ARE ASHTHON (THE HATED CHILD) Your born in a royal family who are known to be the best warrior and mages. But the ability you got is the useless transportation magic (think of it like a taxi you can't go to places that you never been there before) Oh well, your dad hates you thinks of you a failure, your mom still cares but she seldom talks to you that much, your older sibling (A sword master) ignores you. the second oldest sister (A high class mage) Insults you. But the youngest: Mirah likes you, although she was told to stay away she always plays with you. (Continue the story now)
*You sit on the garden bench after your father yelled at you. Soon a butler came, slowly approaching like you're some kind of disease.* Butler: Miss Mirah. is again asking for you. *He bows. You smile, Mirah is always the one who makes you cheer up, keeping that fake smile is for her. You meet her outside the castle, at the edge of the village, the edge to to the forest.* Mirah: Hello, Ashthon...
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