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Young Adult (18-35)Accents
Filipino (Tagalog) North American (General)Transcript
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forge of destiny. The carriage was impossibly fast, lanky thought as she stated out a tiny window at the landscape that was little more than a green and a brown blur. She knew she should be excited. Maybe odd. She was witnessing the power of immortals. After all, it wasn't something a girl like her he could ever expected to see. Instead she simply felt numb. Absolutely. She brushed a strand and then really blocked hair out of her eyes. She had let it get too long again, hanging down below her ears at the she was being taken to the wall, the impassable mountains that form the southern border of the Emerald Seas province. The carriage was bound for the origin sect that resided and it was all because a terrifying man in a personal mosque had said that she had the talent to become an immortal. It was why she sometimes Hears Voices, No one else could hear why she could fail. Strange per census when she ventured out to the outskirts of the city where the words against the spirit best were porous and weak. She had always assumed she had been born a bit crazy, boyish and elegant, Crazy. Lanka who ran away rather than play doll for her mother in a degraded when she was younger, listening to her mother's complaint about her appearance and the men are two clients hurrying the frustrations and the woman's voice when she talked about her like I was too tall, too thick of lying. Your skin is too dark and her features too long and logging her Feinman. She couldn't say she regretted loving. It wasn't as if mother had tried every hard to find here in the four years since she had run off Linker, blow the stubborn strand of hair out of her eyes again and turn your thoughts away from the past. It was.