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Attalin Loney: A Letter To My Hero
Hey! Thank-you for meeting me. I am Cirrem Duffy, but you may know me as Atlas Galaxy. I know that the only thing that is really important right now though, is my transformation from a girl to an Atlas Moth superhero. Well to start off, I will tell you about my parents, just to get the whole effect. My father is Killer Moth. Yes, Killer Moth the super villain. Before you ask me how all of these absurd things possibly happened, I’ll tell you about my mother, Atti Attacus. Her original name is Attalin Loney, and this is why: Atti’s father was a crazy scientist who wanted to prove strange theories he had were true. Most of them were about bugs and plants having secret worlds the human eye couldn’t see. He was always down in his “lab” testing subjects …show more content…
I was considering putting on the necklace at times, but would chicken out, wondering if it were a trick and something really bad would happen. E.g. getting sucked into eternity. (I watch too many scary movies.) Then I gathered up all the courage I could find in my small, slim body, and picked the necklace up. I decided to examine it first, making sure it wasn’t a bomb or something. It had 1,000’s of beautiful diamonds all over it, and in the middle was a blue, light sapphire glowing. I put it around my small neck, being a little skeptical. It had an automatic latch, and at first was VERY heavy, but then instantly felt as light as a feather. All of a sudden my head was spinning, wait, NO, the room was spinning. A rainbow-tornado formed around me and a little pixie appeared. Not like a fairy-pixie, but a teddy-bear like pixie from books I had read as a kid. She was holding a small Atlas Moth box. She looked up at me and said,” Hi! I’m Crystal.” I was looking at her with my mouth as wide open as a whale. She jumped up and reconnected my lower lip with my upper lip. Then she said,” Um, here”, she handed me the box,” um, well are you gonna open it or not?” I looked down at the box, debating whether I should have listened to her or not. But I did. My mom's genes run in my blood, so. I opened the box and a swarm or beautiful Atlas Moths came out, spinning around me. Making me more dizzy and nauseous than I already was. I was amazed, looking at all of them, sparkling as they flew. Then….they all swarmed around me. Should I have listened to

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