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A worn down journal, of a worn down dog
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Maazu. She was a good girl. Though her life had been so hard to her, so mean. She didn't know it, but she had a bright future. A future that could have been happy.

But, life had other plans. Life was so mean to her, and she just didn't understand why.

She was just a child when her mother vanished. They were traveling, camping for the night. But Maazu's mother was gone by the time she woke up. She waited days for her, but eventually the young little thing grabbed what she could carry, and found the main road. She found the nearest city: Achyon. She lived a miserable life on its streets, scrounging to survive, eating from the trash. Her instincts kept her alive. She was always on the move, searching for her next meal. She had to be.

And amongst the garbage, she discovered a leatherbound book, worn down and missing about a fourth of its pages. Otherwise, it was left blank.

Maazu kept it close, but she didn't start writing in it, until age 13. And even then, her handwriting was so underdeveloped. It was hard to make out.


(WIP, have a lot of backlogged stuff I need to cover, placeholder post for now)


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