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“What am I? Who am I?” Layla asked, staring at her hand.

That was the most pressing question in her mind. That was the answer to almost all of her other questions. Who was she?

The parliamentarians said she was a maleficent monster meant to bring doom and chaos to the supernatural world, and so she must be killed. The rebels said she was the saviour of their world, sent to correct the error that was happening.

Most of her believed the rebels; after all, most of what they had told her turned out to be true, and she knew the parliamentarians couldn’t be trusted. But she didn’t one hundred believe the former. She wanted the plain truth, and who could tell her that than the person that created her?

“When Sol and I created this world and those in it, we created it to be pure and good, but evil always finds a way to creep into even the most sacred of things.” Selene said as the cloud under their feet disappeared and they were standing at the edge of a lake.

“Then things started to fall ou