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    K. B. Nocturne
    K. B. Nocturne
    I've been writing stories since I was 12, 8 years ago. I joined Wattpad at 14 under the name The_Shapeshifter (the account still stands today). At one time I had 40+ stories published and countless more in the works. You can view the goals I made and achieved, but you can no longer see the stories that were once there. A lot happened in my personal life that caused me to take them all down and drop from the face of the earth (well, the internet really). In 2018 I made a new account in the hopes of writing once again but I had no motivation and depression was eating me alive. It's now 2020. 6 years since I've starting writing on wattpad. 4 years since I've truly left. 2 years since I've attempted harvesting the creativity I once had. I'm ready this time. I may not have the motivation but my creativity has returned. And I am willing to grind at this point to finally finish the main stories that were once on here. I hope that everyone enjoys them like they once did. Thank you all for supporting me when I had no one else. . . . . . . Stories that will be published (not in order) [X] The Lost Kingdom [ ] My Wolf is the Moon [ ] The Phoenix of Hope (renamed Skinwalker) [ ] Hellbound [ ] Dragon Child [ ] Through Her Eyes More will be listed soon Thank you everyone once again. https://linktr.ee/nightshade1144
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The Lost Kingdom

This was once a world without magic. With vast lands, beautiful forests, metal beasts that could fly across oceans. No one remembers what happened. No one knows where it all went. There are no mountains now. No forests. No metal beasts. Only the boundless ocean that lay before each island. Not many understood how to use magic. Not many know why they received it at such a high price. Billions died. Their bodies lost to the deep sea of nothingness. 

And now, a woman appeared out of nowhere. They don’t know where she came from. They don’t know why she’s here. They don’t know what her goal is. Some suspect she isn’t from their world. But no one really knows. Many claim to know her name, but everyone spits out a different word.

I’m hoping to find her before they do. I’m hoping she’s the one I think she is. I’m hoping she is alive and well, wandering the Earth like myself. I pray every night I see her at least one more time. I just need to see her face one last time.

I can’t get her screams out of my head.