(I don't own the image of course nor Clash of Clans, all included characters belong to Super Cell. Elixir belongs to Super Cell too but the idea of the Elixir girl belongs to me)(I know this is a weird idea for a one off story but just roll with it, it came to my mind and I instinctually wanted to impulse write it after it having been so long since I have done a story)
Our protagonist yawns as he sits up from his bed and stretches as he scratches at his golden yellow beard. He walks out of his barrack that his identical duplicates all lived in, none of them had a name and they didn’t typically talk either; after all, they were
A early death though tragic, is reversed through simple magic. Library houses those who dare a revival in the tidy lair. Lack of substance to reform cause books to tack as faces show surprise and forlorn. They shape and shift and sway as they rip and tear to form that day. The head is formed from a book, as paper crawls to shape eyes that form to look with violet dyes. Paper thin and skin is pale as more books and pages form to scale, hardest part to make book binders rip off and paper recreate. Breasts as full as they are soft and smooth Aloft on her frame as it improves. Arms thin though not lanky, muscle small, to her side they do fall.
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