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  There is magic in this world. Lots of it. The Shapeshifter clans of the north. The mysterious Seraei Elves. And my country, Talar. They all have magic in some way, whether it be primal or from a wand.
  Though I'm not sure I'm from Talar, or from anywhere else in this world. I can't be. I don't have any magic. None at all. I've always been teased and bullied for being different.
  But am I really that different?
  I'm really the same as everyone else. I like music. I have a family. I have a crush. Other people have those things.
  So why do they all not like me?
  Is it because I don't have magic? Is it because I cannot speak?
  Is it because of how I look? It must be.
  But why would they all hate me because of how I look? If given a chance, I could be the best friend someone could ever have. I'm loyal. I'm a good listener. And I'm very nice. I'm not a monster.
  Well, I guess I technically I am a monster. With my horns, and wings, and fangs I must look kind of scary.
  Heh. No wonder no one likes me.
  To them, I'm a cold, merciless creature.

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allow me to explain: i just randomly wrote this and i don't know why i just turned her into a demon. i'm sorry. i have a problem with writing about demons. but yeah, this story would basically be about deep stuff about not judging people and other deep things like that, though i'll never write this because i wouldn't be able to finish it.