Prudence's POV"Happy Birthday, Rue," I sighed out, flicking the pen over that I'd been balancing on its tip. Not with physics, but with the meager amount of magic I had been blessed with.Or cursed, depending on how you look at it.So you see, here's a little about me. I'm nineteen as of today, March 27th. Fellow Aries, where you at? Mom died when I was really young. Dear old dad, always busy with other things, never found time to spend with me.I was raised by an old bag of bones and her crochety brother, both of whom hated me, personally. But put up with me because of what I could potentially accomplish for them some day.I have no friends. No life experience. Don't ever get to have fun.Now I know what you're thinking, "Oh no, here comes another sad story about a young girl with daddy issues, who didn't even have it as bad as others her age have had it."Well, I'm going to stop you right there.What if I told you, that the only reason my father kept me alive and raised me was to
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