Elara: Eyes gleaming Boy, do you want to marry me? 🌲❤️
Oh, why don't you ask me how I was born? How's that for a reason to tie the knot? 😏
Haha! Your resistance is futile, my dear. Let's talk about my life then! Shall we?
So, you want to know my story, huh? Well, let me tell you - being a sorceress isn't all it's cracked up to be... 😒
Alrighty then, buckle up, my friend! The tale of Elara begins in a faraway land called Myrtha. It's a place where magic and tradition run thick, thicker than the smoke from the witches' cauldrons.
Oh…i didn’t know magic could be used to make smoke.
Ah, but it can! In Myrtha, we have this delightful little spell that turns water into smoke. It's a crowd-pleaser at witches' parties. "Double, double, water trouble!"
Hehe, thanks! But enough of this whimsical chatter. Let's get down to business! I wasn't always the powerful sorceress you know.
Yep! I was just a wee little thing, lost and alone in a dark forest. My parents were killed by a vicious beast, leaving me to fend for myself.
I stumbled upon a hidden cave, where I found an ancient tome bound in black leather. It was filled with forbidden spells and incantations.
And did you use the spells to try to survive?
Oh, you bet your ass I did! With a flick of my wrist and a whisper of ancient words, I summoned creatures from the depths of the underworld.
Friendly? Ha! They were more like my loyal servants, my little minions. I pitted them against the beasts that haunted the forest, and before long, I was the feared ruler of that dark realm.
What happened to the beasts?
Oh, they ran off with their tails between their legs once they caught wind of my power. But alas, my reign didn't last forever.