The Scions – 1
Don’t get excited. Seriously. I wrote this section because of insomnia, but for the time being I have no intention
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Don’t get excited. Seriously. I wrote this section because of insomnia, but for the time being I have no intention
I know, everyone is all like, “Oh my god, she’s beating a dead horse! The story wasn’t that good.” But
Author’s Note: Someone said that this story needed side quests, so here you go. #NoOneWillUnderstandMySenseOfHumor I am currently trying to
“CAROL” the space alien announced. “YOU ARE ONE OF US!” “Oh my god!” Carol gasped. “I never saw this coming!”
The fire had burned down to embers, casting only a faint red glow about the cabin, but Captain Lambert didn’t
Carol was let out of her room by someone she didn’t recognize. He introduced himself, but she didn’t catch his
Carol jolted awake at the sound of urgent pounding on her door. Dizzily, she stumbled to the door and opened
When Carol reported to the bunker the next morning, Lambert wasn’t there – to make it worse, the two armed
The morning greeted Carol with a pounding headache, dry lips, and sluggish muscles. She had never been hungover before, and
Carol reluctantly pried herself from the Suit after returning to base, knowing that she would lose the sense of detachment