What if, after the 'Final Battle', the chosen one and the evil overlord switched bodies?
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His name was Aeverith, but the people of Tandraria knew him as The Wicked Supreme Overlord. Responsible for the death of millions, the world had never seen such ruthless and powerful villain for centuries.
Wars were waged, countless lives were lost. But when the last flicker of hope almost faded, a prophesied chosen one appeared : Dellin, the savior of Tandraria.
During the peak of their final battle, the Chosen duelled the Overlord. Dellin stabbed Aeverith's heart. He killed him! The prophecy was fulfilled! He won!
This is the end of Aeverith...
...but the end is just another beginning.
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SWITCHED is a story that pokes fun at A LOT of stupid, bad, and overused fantasy tropes. Some for comedic purposes, some for parodying the genre, and some... just to vent out the author's overall sarcasm.
Yes, it's PLAGUED with clichés. Deliberately.
It might be funny at some places, and angsty in others. It might make you question morality and the nature of good and evil, but who knows. At worst, it might be downright offensive and problematic (don't say I didn't warn you).
One thing for sure, it will be a dumpster fire. Hopefully a fun one.
Genre : High fantasy, parody, comedy, BL
Hey kids.
Do you love watpadd?
Are you tired of cliche's?
Do you just want to read something funny?
Well here's the book for you. Its a humourous parody for watpadd cliches. All you have to do is check it out. You'll fall in love.
She was a storm; not the kind you run from, oh no... The kind you chase.
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What is this idiot doing? He's making a scene, people are staring. Oh God please kill me now. I close my eyes and pray; Oh God just let the ground open up and swallow me... Pretty please? I peek from one eye to check if I've magically teleported... Nope! Still in this nightmare.
"will... You... Marry... Me?", he stops singing and looks at me hopefully. Tristan why?! Why you gotta be so weird all the time? I look around to see the crowd watching wide eyed. Some look at me expectantly while the others
look like they're about to cry due to this sham of affectionate 'love'. Oh what do I do now?
"Tristan... We're in -. "She said yes!" they all applaud ecstatically. 'I hate people'