𝟎𝟐: 𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐡𝐨

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"Minho was alone in his own dance studio, practicing a few dances

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"Minho was alone in his own dance studio, practicing a few dances.

He sat on the ground, exhausted. He took out his phone and scrolled through Instagram. He discovered several photographs of the purple moon.

He got up and walked to the rooftop to look at the purple moon. 

 As soon as he walked into the moonlight

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 As soon as he walked into the moonlight. He had a burning feeling. He let it slip.

He took his phone and shot some photographs of the moon. However, he was stopped by a call from his mother.

"Hello, mum."

"My son is forgetting about me."

"I called you yesterday. "You didn't pick it up," Minho complained.

"You did?"

"Yes, I did."

"Forget about it." "How is college going?" She asked.

"It's nice, Mom."

The agony began to worsen. 

He spotted a white light shining from his left wrist.

His breath hitched.

"Mom, I'll call you later."

"Why? "What happened?"

"Nothing, I just got reminded of a work I had to do." He said this and ended the conversation.

The light began to brighten. He sank to his knees, gripping his wrist tightly.

Unknowingly, tears sprang from his eyes.

He yelped in pain and eventually fainted.

After some while, he opened his eyes and felt the same low-level burning sensation.

He looked at his wrist.

"What the fuck?"

"Huh?"

A tattoo emerged on his hand.

"Isn't this the symbol of air element?" He pondered.

He took his phone and searched for it. He was correct; that is the sign of the air element.

 He was correct; that is the sign of the air element

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"So, the purple moon tale was real. But wait. "Why me?"

"I mean, that is nice. But there are billions of humans. "Why me?"

"What should I do now?"

"The purple moon selects eight warriors, right? Who are the remaining seven? More like, "Where are the other seven?" He wondered while tracing the tattoo with his fingertips.

"Dude, it's all red. I will grab the medication from the shop." 

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NAME: LEE MINHO
AGE: 23 YEARS OLD
POWER: AIR
" He'll be the one to guide them,"

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