Elena and Marinette
CW: monster girls, dolls, dollification, corruption
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Elena held her right hand high, a blue sphere floated gently above. Cold light illuminated rows of bookshelves. The court magician knew, she would find an answer here. Yet worry nibbled at her mind. Over the last months, a new wave of monsters had taken more and more lands. First a chapel, then villages and outskirts, but now even cities fell to the corruption. Like an unstoppable fire they expanded.
Queen Marinette was one of the first to truly react against this threat. While Elena knew that hunter guilds and local forces had tried to stop the tide, she was very aware that none of the nobles responsible for these lands seemed to act. She swallowed a lump of frustration. Arrogance and negligence, thought Elena, or worse incompetence directed the ruling class' actions.
No, no, she had to calm down. Taking a deep breath, she focused on the task ahead. The mission given to her by Queen Marinette. Heat colored her cheeks. A sigh escaped her lips. Queen Marinette was a true ruler. Compassionate, dutiful and beautiful. Not like this ancient library Elena had to brave for her queen. Grey cold walls marred with dark growths dampened her mood. Moldy shelves told of the time this place had been forgotten.
But what truly attacked Elena, was the oppression excuded by the missing light. Each hallway looked the same. Once again she squeezed through a pair of shelves, stepping into another alley of darkness. Then her blue orb of light would allow shadows to flick alive while unreadable covers whispered forbidden knowledge.
Eerie did not describe this place. Elena drew her coat closer together. A shiver crawled down her spine. She could not imagine how this library was in the days of old, but now it definitely had become horrible. And yet she knew the answer to this crisis had to be hidden here — in a place of knowledge and magic that existed since the last great monster invasion.
So the magician stepped deeper into the maws of darkness. She felt herself getting swallowed by this place, only the light orb above her guiding her steps. The deeper Elena wandered the more her thoughts drifted back to her queen. In her minds eye, Elena could see Queen Marinette, sitting on her throne. Her white dress and golden hair were illuminated by a stream of light from a window above. Her full lips curled upwards, radiating her motherly nature. Elena knew, Queen Marinette would do anything to save her people — to protect them. The sole reason, why Elena would step into such a horrible place. For her Queen, Elena thought. She smiled to herself.
Louder the covers whispered. Agitated the shadows lapped at the light. And the cold of the stone crept under Elena's clothes, biting at her flesh. Still she walked deeper. Deeper into the ancient library. She knew the answer was here. So she kept walking and looking. Searching for the answer. Searching for the secret that would protect the people she cared about. The people she swore allegiance to. She knew she had to do this — for Queen Marinette.
Again Elena saw her Queen in her mind's eye. Long golden streams of hair flowed down the lying figure. Elena felt heat gather in her loins, as she saw her queen in the nightgown — black laces barely covered the curvaceous breasts or vuloptuos hips. Queen Marinette smiled at her. Her soft hands gently caressing the folds of her gown. Elena's heartbeat quickened. Blood shot to her cheeks and loins, as the night gown slipped down. Full and heavy, her queen's breasts spilled forth, nipples erect.
Elena gulped for air, trying to regain her composure. Her left hand grabbed onto a shelve to hold her steady. She shook her head. Something was wrong. She should not think of Queen Marinette this way. Yet, the image of her pure Queen in daring black lace would not leave her mind. A shiver of arousal rolled down her chest and made her legs tremble. The orb of light flickered. Darkness grabbed her feet.
But Elena did not react. Mouth open, she could not dispell this fantasy. Queen Marinette smiled and turned. The night gown slipped down further. Like an hourglass, her waist curved upwards into wide and full hips. The fabric pooled on the floor, revealing her queens behind — plumb and full, her cheeks wobbled lightly. They wiggled with an invitation. Her queen turned her head around. Lust burned in her blue eyes. A pink tongue licked along her red lips.
Elena's knees gave in. She felt her body getting warm, as her heartbeat thumped against her chest. Her mouth felt dry, while her loins became moist. Shadows crawled up her legs. Again she shook her head. She was here to find the solution. To help her queen.
Her queen's smile widened. With her right hand, she gently slapped one cheek. The plump flesh wobbled under her queen's might. A gasp escaped Elena's lips. The shadows crawled further up, reaching her hips.
She tried to dispell the fantasy. Queen Marinette would not act this way. She would not slap her own butt. Her queen was regal and pure — not seductive and slutty.
Elena swallowed. Again her queen slapped her own behind, the crack like thunder in Elena's ears. She could see the skin turn red, but still her queen's eyes glittered full of lust.
Elena could not tear away. Her own body burned up with lust and arousal, as her gaze was fixed on the butt of her queen. Her queen that slapped herself. Again her right hand flew and crashed down. Flesh wobbled in delectable waves. And darkness hugged Elena's chest. She did not notice it. All that mattered to her was this sinful, perverse display.
Her queen giggled and shook her hips, making her plumb rear dance. She leaned down, letting her breasts spill forth, dangling full and heavy. And again her hand crashed down.
"Would you like that Elena?" A seductive whisper. "To have your queen display herself for pleasure? Play with herself without reservations?"
A moan was Elena's only answer. Her own body burned up with desire. She felt her clothes cling to her, drenched with sweat. Pressed onto her by possessive shadows.
Elena could not answer. The sight of her queen's red, slapped behind made her speechless. And yet the darkness hugged her closer now. She could feel her arms go limp and her eyes turn heavy.
The queen giggled again. "Don't be shy, Elena. I can be slutty. Just for you."
With another giggle she shook her hips, sending wobbles down her butt cheeks, as she turned to face Elena again. "I can be the queen of sluts — your queen of sluts." A lascivious smile played on her lips. "It's the solution to all my problems."
Her queen leaned down. Full breasts dangled before her. Her gaze fixated on Elena's. Then she spread her legs, allowing the court magician to look down into the forbidden valley.
"Look, Elena." A seductive whisper. Her queens left hand slowly stroked along the inner thigh. "It's the only way to be free of those pesky responsibilities. Why fight the inevitable, if we can be part of something far more pleasurable. Just give in, my little magician." Her left hand cupped her own pussy, fingers lightly tracing the labia and the folds. "It is what we need."
And then she slipped in two fingers, moaning. Her cheeks turned rosy and her breath quickened, but her gaze was still fixed on Elena. "Give in." Another lascivious giggle and the fingers went faster. They pumped into her. She moaned and gyrated her hips.
"Give in, Elena." Again a lascivious smile, but her voice turned to a whisper. Her fingers sped up and pumped deeper. "Just look and let go of all control." She moaned louder. "Resistance is futile."
And Elena could not do anything. She was trapped by the darkness and her own desire, her own burning lust for her queen. Shadows crawled along her face. The blue light flickered once more. Darkness grabbed Elena and her heart raced in fear.
"Give in. Give in." Queen Marinette moaned louder and louder. Faster her hand pumped. And then her hips shook violently and her eyes rolled up. One last moan, and the darkness took Elena.
***
Queen Marinette sat on her throne. Worry gnawed at her conscience. Two weaks had passed since Elena traveled to the ancient library. Intellectually, the queen, knew that the trip took time, but still an ominous feeling stirred in her chest.
The loud groan of a door ripped Marinette from her spiraling thoughts. A maid stumbled into her throne room. The poor things face flushed from the hurry, eyes glazed over in exhaustion. Ragged breaths had loosened the servants uniform, showing off a bountiful cleavage.
"My queen," gasped the maid, a sound that bordered on the obscene. Marinette let a gentle smile curl on her lips. The poor thing worked too much. "My queen, the court magician has returned."
Marinette felt the knot of worry loosen. Elena was back. She had made it. The queen let a hand brush along the arm rest of her throne. A sigh of relief spilled forth from her full lips. Elena was safe.
The maid stood there, chest rising and sinking. A sheen of sweat had gathered between her cleavage, painting a glistening line of light. "My queen, shall I bring — her." A moan nearly swallowed the last word.
Marinette cocked her head to the side. This maid needed a break. "Of course. And once you are done, take the rest of the day off." She let a warm smile play on her lips. The queen was in a good mood.
A flush crawled along the maid's neck, coloring the cheeks in a dark red hue. "Of course." Another moan. And with a curtsy the maid hurried away, her uniform clinging tightly to her behind, revealing the round shape of her rear. The door groaned once more.
Marinette let another sigh escape her full lips. The ancient library. She wondered how it must have felt to step into that place of forgotten knowledge. And yet Elena had done so, for her queen. Warmth crawled along Marinette's neck. She could not help it, but this loyalty stirred feelings within her. Maybe it was just her imagination.
Again the door brought Marinette back to reality. Elena strode into the throne room. A loud slap on the maids behind echoed through the room. A lascivious smile was on Elena's face, while the maid stumbled forward with a moan. Marinette felt a lump in her throat, as she saw that Elena wore her cloak open. Underneath, she had only her tight black leotard that hugged her curves. A wide opening revealed the plumb and round breasts of the magician. Instead of a hood covering her friends face, a conical hat with a wide brim graced her head. A black band of fabric wrapped around her neck. And instead of her wand, Elena held a thick staff.
Elena giggled and kneaded the maids rear, before she whispered in the servants ear. "That's your reward for bringing me to my queen, little slut." A giggle. And another slap on the maids behind, making the cheeks wobble and a moan escape the servants lips.
"Elena!" Marinette could not hide the shock in her voice. The court magician was not acting like herself at all. Something had happened.
Elena looked at her queen. Violet eyes shimmered with an emotion the queen did not know. The court magician strode forward. A lascivious grin was on her full lips and the maid hurried out of the room. The door fell close, leaving Marinette and her friend alone. Elena fell down on one knee, but her eyes never left her queen's gaze.
"I have returned, my queen." Elena's voice had a husky quality to it. "I found the answer we seek." With a swift movement, Elena drew her hand in front of Marinette's eyes. "Look, my queen, I will show you." The magician opened her fingers. A red gem glinted in her palm.
Marinette could not help but look. She was too curious. The red stone sparkled and glinted. Shining with its own light. Beautiful, was all the queen could think. And the light glowed stronger, brighter. It bathed Marinette's face, and she felt herself relax. The gem had the answers, she knew that. All she had to do was stare.
"This will free us, my queen. Free us from all our problems." A seductive whisper next to Marinette's ears. "Free from responsibility. From pain. It's a pleasure to behold."
Again she felt warm. Elena's voice made her heart beat quicker, while her breathing turned shallow and ragged. But she did not care. She only looked at the glowing red light. The sparkling stone of solution. The red stone of freedom. A shudder rolled up her spine, making goosebumps flare on her naked skin. The cold throne room seemed to be forgotten. Warmth washed through her, and it made her clothes cling to her body.
"I know that the worry over those monsters and for your subjects has dominated your thoughts, my queen. But now, let it go. Let it drop," whispered Elena, and her words seeped into Marinette's mind. "The light is the solution, and once you give in — it will take the worries. Those thoughts of yours." Another breath brushed past Marinette's left ear. She felt herself squirm on her throne, as arousal gathered in her loins. "Give in, and your worries and thoughts will fade."
And Marinette knew this was the truth. She saw the red glow pulsing within the stone, and the worry dissipated, replaced with burning lust. With her eyes on the sparkling stone, all worries melted away.
"Give in to that feeling. Look and let go. Let everything fade but this red glowing light." Another shudder rocked through Marinette's body. Elena's hands brushed over the queen's arms. "Feel your control dwindle. You don't need to be in charge, my queen. Here let me demonstrate. Raise your left arm," whispered Elena with a smile, and the stone flared a ruby red glow, like the molten core of a fire, and Marinette found herself raising her arm.
"Excellent." The voice had a seductive lilt that Marinette knew she loved, and a shiver rolled up her spine. "You don't need to be in control, do you? Answer with no."
"No."
The queen could not stop her voice. She felt the control over it fade. Her thoughts began to grow dim. All that mattered to her was this stone.
"Very nice. Now lift the other arm."
Marinette's right arm shot up. Her mind was on fire, as the heat and arousal coursed through her body, her loins throbbed, and she wanted more.
"Stand up," whispered the magician.
And Marinette did. She felt how the dress clung to her sweaty frame, molding itself against her curves. A soft moan spilled from her parted lips, while she saw the glinting red stone pulse with an unknown force. An unknown force she could trust. The red glow made it easier. She loved the freedom to not think, to not have to make any choices.
"Undress, my marionette." And again the red stone flared, its light bathing her body.
Marinette felt her arms move to follow the order. They moved along the sides of her breasts, over her waist. Her breath quickened, while she grabbed her dress, and with slow deliberate motions she pulled it down, the thin straps sliding along the smooth skin, revealing the soft curves of her shoulders. She let the white dress fall to the floor. And she stood before her loyal court magician in nothing but her white garters and white underwear.
"Lovely, my slutty queen." Another whisper. Elena let one hand trail down Marinette's naked flank. Shivers and shudders followed. The queen could not tear away. "I knew you were hiding something more exciting. But it's not as adventurous as I would like. But, no matter. Once you are the perfect little puppet that will change. Answer with a yes," commanded her magician.
"Yes," came the breathless reply. And the red glow of the stone pulsed even more.
"Do you love the red light? Would you like it, if it were a part of you, marionette? Of course you do," giggled her magician.
"Yes." And the word slipped past Marinette's full, rosy lips. Her eyes could not leave the glow, the glint of the stone. The queen could see a vortex within. And she knew it beckoned for her.
"Do you love giving control over to the light, letting your worries fade away? Tell me."
"Yes," said the marionette queen. Her voice a mixture of burning lust and dull obedience.
Elena giggled softly. The light pulsed brighter, making Marinette's body tremble with another shiver, making her skin tingle and the heat gather at her sex once more. "You have never felt so alive before," whispered her magician.
A faint nod from the marionette. She saw the vortex within the red stone pulse stronger, drawing her deeper in, calling for her.
"I will give you this gem, my marionette, under one tiny little promise. All that is yours will be mine. Your lands, your people — your soul and body will belong to me. Is that alright?" Elena giggled and her fingers danced around Marinette's breasts.
The marionette queen nodded and mouthed the word 'Yes'.
A lascivious grin graced the features of the magician. And with one hand, she reached up. A thick collar of obsidian leather materialized in the palm. The red gem nestled perfectly in. Elena bound it around Marinette's neck.
The moment, the clasp snapped shut, a spark jumped through the red gem, making the leather of the collar pulse, and the leather became alive, surging outwards and inwards at the same time, sinking itself into Marinette's skin. A mewl spilled past her lips, as she felt her consciousness, all that made her herself, fall deeper into the red glimmering stone. Consciousness drowned in hot molten submission. Her body transformed. Full and heavy the queen felt her breasts turn plump and supple. She moaned louder, while her waist grew narrow, just to blossom in wide, fertile hips. And from the red glinting gem and its collar, the leather began to mold her. Black wrapped around Marinette, forcing her breasts upwards, molding the marionettes body to Elena's taste. In the blink of the eye, the marionette's upper torso and her arms had been covered in an intricate harness, squeezing and accentuating her body. Her breasts thrust up, spilling from a leather bra, and the harness reached behind, diving down over her plump butt.
Marinette's vision turned blurry, the heat and lust surged and raged through her mind, burning out everything else. As her vision cleared, a bright empty smile graced thick plump lips. Bright blonde locks cascaded in voluminous waves. And the last bit of black molded itself over her pussy, forming a tight crotch piece that made sure she was always filled, yet kept the queen ready to serve and be used at any moment.
"There you are." A giggle escaped the magician's lips. "My witch's doll." And Elena kissed her puppet queen, her tongue pressing inside. And the puppet's mind flared alive, filled with devotion and love, and the wish to obey. A moan slipped into the kiss.
"You see, my marionette," whispered Elena, "the library held all the answers. The shadows of the great Lady taught me witchcraft." The smile on Elena's lips grew wide and full of teeth. "She showed me that servitude is a far more rewarding fate than resistance. You see the solution to our monster problem was to become part of them — to follow the Lady's will." Another giggle escaped Elena's lips. "Now why don't we start by corrupting the capital, hmm?" She stroked along the puppet queen's cheek.
A lascivious giggle slipped from Marinette's full, bright lips.
"Yes, mistress Elena." And a warm smile played on the puppets lips. A shudder rolled through Marinette's body.
***
Diana panted. Shivers of warmth crawled down her skin — her maid uniform hang in disarray. The lilting words of court magician Elena drew circles inside her mind. Her pussy felt wet. She knew it was wrong, but still the pleasure rolled up and down. The air tasted heavy with perfume and arousal. Each step she took felt more foreign than the one before. Breasts jiggled more, hips swayed wider. Her plump butt felt so full — so bouncy in the clutches of the skirt, like a ripe melon in bloom, waiting to be plucked, slapped, groped. Diana panted. Her heartbeat thumped against her ribcage.
With the palm of her hands, Diana wiped away beads of perspiration from her brow. A low growl escaped her lips. Her breath came in ragged gulps, and again a shiver raced down her skin. It was so wrong. So forbidden. The pleasure between her legs. The dampness in her loins, that made her underwear cling to her crotch. She should not feel this way. This all consuming lust. It had to be an accident — she was just not feeling well. Maybe some sickness — some kind of exhaustion.
Again she wiped sweat from her brow. Diana had never felt so good before. The desire coursed through her with burning fire. Her nipples pressed hard and painfully erect against her too tight bra and clothes. With every breath, she could feel them rub against her too sensitive skin. Fabric strained under the expanding flesh. She could feel them. So full and sensitive.
Her breath caught in her throat. Her hands clung to her own hips, drawing the fabric of the skirt taut, outlining her plump thighs, the wide hips, her full ass cheeks, as they swayed from one side to the other in an obscene gait. Heels clacked against the stone floor, heels she did not remember wearing. And yet the click of them sounded right to her ears. Click. Clack. Click. Clack. Each step she took perfectly measured. Inhumanely precise. The cadence of lust. Her fingers clawed deeper into her hips. Her own flesh so hot and full. Plumb. Diana panted. Again the shivers and tingles rolled up her spine. They felt like electricity — a lightning bolt surging from her wide hips all the way to her mind, and a fog of pleasure blotted out everything else — all but the desire.
And yet, her body moved in a controlled enticing way. Diana had no conscious awareness of how to move like that. It came naturally to her now. As did her plumb and supple breasts, and her wide, fertile hips, and the ever growing need to please, to serve, and be used like a doll. The young maid gulped for air. She felt her fingers dig deeper into her hips, feeling the give of the flesh underneath.
No not flesh. Her body was made from soft supple material. But not inferior biological mass. It was superior craftsmanship — superior material. Her fingers caressed the outline of her thighs. No hair grew. No wrinkles formed. All smooth, all perfect, all pliant. A soft moan escaped Diana's mouth, while the shivers of need grew. The desire burned through her veins with the force of an inferno, while the knowledge and clarity that she had changed, flooded her thoughts. Silver coated her skin. It stretched tautly over the shape of her full breasts, her narrow waist, and wide hips, reflecting the cold stone walls around her. The fabric of her maid outfit — her old inferior being clung to this new, perfect shape.
Diana ripped away the old ruined clothes. New shiny latex formed a new uniform. It resembled an older luxurious maid dress, but left nothing to imagination. It wrapped itself tightly around her full bosom, letting it spill out, like two massive globes. It hugged her waist tight, forcing the puppet's posture upright and her ass outwards into an alluring curve.
She entered the servants quaters completely changed. Not a human any longer, but a living automaton. Her skin reflected the warm glow of candles. Eyes wide, the new puppet looked at her sisters. She could hear their inner clockwork. How they ticked in perfect cadence with her own. The ticking sound of obedience and devotion to their witch. A lascivious smile curled around her plump lips. Diana knew. The knowledge was written into her core.
"It's time to attend the puppet queen and the court witch," Diana spoke to her sisters. And with precise clockwork, she led her fellow servants towards their mistresses.
***
Elena watched with satisfaction as the last automaton maid enterd the throne room. Well, former throne room, thought the witch. Possessive she pinched her marionettes nipples. A delightful moan escaped the thoroughly transformed puppet. Both of them laying on a queen-sized bed. Red silken sheets adorned the surface and a canapé was mounted from above, red velvet curtains gently draped on each of the four corners of the bed.
A giggle escaped the witch, and she pinched the nipple once again. Another mewling moan. She let her fingers trail down along the plump breasts and the thin waist of the transformed Marinette, to settle with a soft touch on her hips. Wide, full hips. Her other hand softly stroked her marionettes golden locks. A lascivious smile played along the witch's full red lips.
"Look, my puppet," whispered Elena and with a soft, gentle touch turned the puppets head to face the line of maids. "This is the reward for giving in. Our great Lady knows true beauty. How blind we were. To resist this magnificence." She stroked one finger down her marionettes lips. So soft and plump, they yielded perfectly to her touch. She pressed in her thumb and pushed the puppet's mouth wide open, as if to present it to the audience. A blank expression graced Marinette's face. The lips twitched softly in anticipation of what was to come.
"Mistress," each of the supple maids bowed in submission. The view a feast for Elena's eyes. The light made their silvery flesh gleam in an alluring fashion, reflecting the flickering candle flames around the room, painting them in an orange glimmer.
"My, my. What a beautiful sight. Don't you agree, my marionette," murmured the witch and then giggled. A moan slipped from the marionettes parted lips. "I know. And now imagine, this will be the fate of all your subjects. Each and everyone of them, transformed into monster girls for our Lady."
A soft mewl of approval answered her question. A shudder rolled up her spine, letting goosebumps flare along her soft, naked skin.
"Mistress." A soft, melodious voice made Elena turn her attention back to her maids. In unison, all of them stood to attention, spines rigid in trained precision.
Elena could not hold back the moan. Inside her mind hungry shadows crawled like insects over any possible resistance.
"Your orders are simple. The Archbishop Maria will arrive in two days. This city needs to be ready to house her appropriately. I expect you to do everything within your capabilities to do this." A wide lascivious grin tugged on Elena's red lips.
"Yes mistress. For our Queen, for our Witch and for our Great Lady," chimed all of them with perfect precision and their voices entwined in beautiful harmony. They turned on their heels and began their work.
Elena returned her attention to the delectable marionette. The doll's full breasts jiggled with every shallow breath, making Elena lick her lips. Slowly she climbed on top, straddling the puppet queen. The heat of the transformed doll made a moan spill past her lips, and as she pressed the doll's plump and soft breasts, she moaned even louder — her hands sinking into the plushness of the bosom, yielding and plump.
A shiver raced down the witch's skin, making her breath ragged and goosebumps crawl over the soft skin of her butt and thighs, which rubbed against the supple material the marionettes thighs were crafted from.
Elena felt the shadow tendrils squirm, crawling and surging, making her insatiable hunger pulse within her with dark glee. A wicked smile spread along her plump, red lips. Her eyes fluttered closed,
A lascivious moan escaped the lips of the witch. The scent of arousal mixed with the sweet taste in the air, as she ground her wet pussy against the supple and pliant material the puppet's skin was made off.
The marionette simply smiled in response. The glinting red stone embedded between the puppet queen's plump bosom pulsed like a second heartbeat to the gyrations of the grinding witch.
With one finger Elena traced a line along the puppet's throat. Goosebumps flared under her fingertip. She could feel the shadows of the Great Lady pulse within, their power seeping into every corner. Elena felt their strength grow and with it, a new pulse of heat shot along her spine.
She moaned louder this time. She felt her pussy drenched, her wetness seeping out, as she continued to gyrate her hips and grind herself on her doll. Her eyes fluttered closed once more, only feeling her dolls hands gently stroking her sides and holding her hips in place, letting her do the work. As her breathing became even quicker and more ragged, her voice moaned deeper, and the shadows inside her danced with lust.
"Yes, mistress," purred the marionette in response. A wide grin was on the puppets plump, full lips. With gentle fingers she stroked along her mistresses soft tights. She felt her master tremble, felt the muscles ripple underneath the supple, soft skin, and how wet the witch was — and she could smell it. A delicious scent that made the marionettes tongue dart along the soft, pliant, plump flesh of her lips in eager anticipation.
She pulled the witch closer against her. Her fingers dug deeper into the warm, supple flesh. She felt how the shadows within the witch pulsed in rhythm with the quivers of her mistress' pussy — just like the shadows within her own chest pulsed in the same rhythm. Their power echoed through the room, the castle and even the surrounding city.
Like strings the shadows attached to any available body. They drew on them, whispering sweet nothings in their ears, worming their way deeper and deeper. No one could fight this. This was the Great Lady's work and nothing and nobody could resist her.
More and more dolls became part of Marinette's rule. Each and every one of them was a shining example of perfection, their skin coated in silver that made them look all the more like a toy. All the weak and flawed humanity gone. All the worries, fears and burdens lifted from their shoulders.
Elena, herself had changed into a more appropriate existence. Gone were the last vestiges of the court magician. Only a wanton witch of the Great Lady remained. She was perfect and powerful in her magic and she loved to use her powers on others.
More of the city changed. The walls and streets transformed to resemble more and more the ancient library Elena had discovered, with one distinct difference — this place would never fall to the ruin that the ancient library had fallen into, but stand forever, a testament to the power of the Great Lady.