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Cj in Leyan; Marlowa |
This is the tale of Sherra Alon. Dear reader, if you have no desire to read a story of bittersweet, then I suggest you find another tale to dig into. For Sherra leads a life of woe, forever condemmed to live in deformity. From the first glance, you would find a young girl aged sixteen, golden hair, slim build. A fairly normal person. Until you reach her eyes. Those deep blue eyes are pools of mourning and pain. One would wonder what ails her. Nothing appears out of place or abnormal. But her cause of trouble, you cannot see at first glance. This she only uncovers in the privacy of her room. Hidden away from the world by a hiking backpack, is a pair of wings. Feathers of ivory that gleam like the stars when the light hits them. Why should these wonderful wings be hidden? If you have ever lived in California dear reader, you would know why. What is different is shunned, and Sherra is different. Mocked and scorned, an outcast is she. For even though she conseals the wings well, her heart makes her different. Pure and good wthout a drop of contempt for her persecutors.
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This reader is part one of the Tale. I shall write more tomorrow due to a younger brother to whom I cannot deny his computer turn.
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