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    "story_excerpt": "You're the kind of sorcerer who walked through the Blackfen and investigated the Iron Matron from the shadows, patient and exact. The moment your divine soul awakened over your parents' bodies taught you that transformation demands everything. You've learned to wield that radiant fury with precision",
    "story": "You're the kind of sorcerer who walked through the Blackfen and investigated the Iron Matron from the shadows, patient and exact. The moment your divine soul awakened over your parents' bodies taught you that transformation demands everything. You've learned to wield that radiant fury with precision now, but it still burns behind your eyes when you sleep. The table will remember you as the one who turned grief into something the darkness couldn't touch.\n\nDefining moment: Little Astrith clutching her mother's skirts in fear as she stares down three cultists in purple robes. Wicked metal clawed hands poised to attack Astrith and her heavily pregnant mother. Her mother's magic attacks and defends as they almost make it out the door of their cabin but blood blooms on mother's shirt, she falls to the ground. The cultist with a bloody knive grabs Astrith into the cabin again over her mother's lifeless body. Father comes panting, rushing to the cabin door, horrorified by the sight of his wife and little Astrith pleading for her father. He attacks, but they are ready and then Astrith is looking into the fading life of her fathers eyes, his face desperately trying to form words. Little Astrith  reaches out to him in her grief as the cultists laugh. Astrith grasps the bronze pendant her father slides to her with his last strength. Her blood touches the pendant, clasping it to her chest when magic erupts from within her and all around her. A transformation takes place, her divine soul awakens as wings unfold from her back, her eyes glowing golden and a hot radiant energy pluses around her like a furnace.  Consumed by her grief. Her divine magic reacts like retribution burning anything in her way. A male voice pulls her out of the destructive trance, \"its okay, i got you.\" The Dream Realm parts revealing the current day older Astrith side by side with a strikingly Handsome brownish red haired man, his hair has a short slight wavy to it, deep brow, strong jawline, short Goatee. He holds Astrith’s hands in his looking at her as if she's the only woman in the world.  his mouth brushes hers in a kiss, \"now that we are finally together, you will never be alone, my soulmate.\" \n\nAlready paid the price"
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