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			<title>Chapter Two</title>
			<description>Chapter Two	Nyx was woken by another bright,golden flash. She jumped awake and fell off of the bed with a hardthump. 	Hardly fazed, she jumped up andunsheathed the dagger when it had stopped glowing. 	Nothing was here. The glow wasgone and there was no sound. 	She was..</description>
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			<title>Chapter One</title>
			<description>Chapter One	Why was she doing this? Itwasn&amp;rsquo;t right. She&amp;rsquo;d be in so much trouble with Auntie. 	But she didn&amp;rsquo;t care. 	And it didn&amp;rsquo;t bother her thatshe didn&amp;rsquo;t care. 	She had it all planned out, asusual. It was risky but it could work. 	R..</description>
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			<title>prologue</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;ldquo;Areyou sure you want to do this?&amp;rdquo; 	&amp;ldquo;Ofcourse. It&amp;rsquo;s the only way.&amp;rdquo; Tempest replied. His eyes sparked inregret, but nothing could stop him. It was too late to changeanything now. 	Thevoice in the dark sighed. &amp;ldquo;Okay, but this is the last recr..</description>
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			<title>Protectors of Areti The Kinitian Threat</title>
			<description>She thought after repeated attacks by grotesque monsters couldn't be topped. But she was wrong. When a mysterious man on a golden pegasus comes and says she must go with him, Well, you can imagine. </description>
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