9/11: A Short Story Of Star Children

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“Star Children.” “Yes.” “Why?” “I don’t know.” We are not children. We are women, seniors, everything. But we look like children. Teens, even. But we are hundreds of thousands of years old. That is our secret. Star Children! I know, such a corny name. But we are named this for a reason; we are sprites. Shapeshifters. Some of us are angels. Others are just supernaturals. But we are all part of the magical community. -------------------- We are trying to track them down. The Enemy. Not particularly magically gifted but still a threat.They are strong, smart, and powerful. Members of the Intelligence. Trying to get us out of hiding and use us. However, we haven’t succumbed to the flames of the Intelligence yet. The students call me Vega.
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