The Lost Village Of Avalorena

 

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Prologue

 I was in the arms of a tall black-dressed man, in the mist hiding from something that sounded like gun shots. I was wrapped tightly in a soft blanket, a few seconds later I was placed on top of a bricked porch with tears raining out of my nearly shut eye. The man knocked at the door and swiftly ran out with a dramatic smoke bomb. Two elderly people walked out and held me tightly in their arms...

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Who were they??

 I am 14 years old now and I live with technically foster parents I don't exactly remember how I arrive hear although I can sort of picture that day.

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