Divided

Introducing the story I am currently working on.







Starlight has grown up in Sky and she couldn't imagine leaving. All she wants is to become a Master magician, and live in Sky for the rest of her life.

Twilight has grown up in Sky too, but she can't wait to leave and see the world outside the gates. She soon discovers it's nothing like she expected.

Their paths will cross again. Will it be Twi's chance to come home, or is Star's life in danger?




Divided is about two sisters who choose two very different path, but in the end they both lead them to the same spot.

 I am currently editing this story, which is progressing very slowly .
Hopefully when I have edited enough I can share some of it with you.
Estella Kate





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