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When Will My Life Begin?
This is the story of how I died. Don't worry, this is actually a very fun story and the truth is, it isn't even mine. This is the story of a girl named Artemis. And it begins with the stars.
One day, a lone star fell from the skies, landing on a cliff, from where a single flower grew from it. This flower held the power to heal, and all throughout the kingdom, it was searched for, in order to save the Queen, who was ill and with child. It was not found by the king's men, however, but by a tall, built man, named Lawrence Crock, many years ago. Now, he was not your average man, no, he was very old, older than the kingdom, but the flower kept him youthful.
How you may ask? Well, the flower itself, healed, but the pollen, he had discovered, harmed. More specifically, it took the youth of a victim, and transferred it to someone else. So, every few months, he'd go to the flower with his latest prey, and sing to it
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Part 1: Memories
How stupid could she get? She should have had more control about what she told people, even if she was suffering from an amnesia attack, she should know better than to go spilling out that her father had wanted her to kill people! Had she learned nothing during this time? She was a survivor, and survivors didn't live by going around and spilling their plans and secrets out to the world!
To add to it, the Wall Man wouldn't ease up now on why her father would want her to kill him. Such a stupid mistake, made by an even stupider teenager.
She used to remember, although she wouldn't admit it to anyone, especially Baywatch, when she watched the news, mainly since it was the only interesting thing out there, and she saw Kid Flash appear beside his mentor, the Flash. How could she have thought that anyone so annoying could be so hot! She just automatically fell for the broad shoulders and the runner's physique, completely disregarding the persona