Elise Elan

Elise Elan

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Speaking in others stead is a habit I try not to get accustomed to. But in this case I'll make an exception. If I ever were to say that I could measure up to Elise, despite her being a part of me, I'd be a liar. We say that we have strong spirits but rarely are those claims ever tried to their limits. And in such instances I am thoroughly guilty. Hopefully this account will attest to that. A monolith to my own short comings, and a warning to those with a dream greater than themselves. [1st Draft!!!] __________ Multimedia credit and second temp cover credit to Siamon89, Phade01, your1st, cristole-d4d4b3n, and lyky90 of DA
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All I wanted is to graduate, get my diploma and work my ass off. Instead, I got abducted (kind of), dumped into Celestia Academy (actual name) and told I was the Vessel, the one girl bound to twelve impossibly powerful, impossibly attractive warriors who either want to protect me, train me... or roast me alive with their magic. Great. Now I'm dodging prophecies, trying not to trip over threads of fate (literally), and arguing with gods who think I should sacrifice myself for the 'greater good.' But I'm not like the girls before me. I'm Lia Fleur Beaumont, I'm graduating with a degree if it kills me, and I'm not about to let the stars decide my ending. Especially when I've accidentally bound my soul to all twelve of them. Some call it an honor. Others call it a curse. Me? I call it Tuesday.

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