Reapers in Training Info

Reapers in Training Info

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"Hi! My name is Alexandra Wing, or just Alex for short, and I'm a Reaper....Well a Reaper in training anyway. Now I can her you all yelling 'Ahhh its the Grimm Reaper! She is going kill us!' but that's not right. Reapers don't kill humans, and we are not skeletons walking around with black cloaks on. I wont say we don't use scythes because some of us do use them. There many of us and....Wait what?.....Okay good point. My teacher is telling me not to say any more so you will have something to read about. That's all from me for now. Bye!" ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ This story is a sort of prolog to the real story. This will have information about the characters you will read about along with information about the Reapers world. I hope you like. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Disclaimer: I don't own any of the pictures I use for this story.
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