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MidReal Story
The Witch King
Scenario:復活的偉人們各個都是色情大姊姊
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Sasha
female. She is a powerful witch with the ability to resurrect the dead. She is ambitious,determined,and wise. She has spent years studying the ancient arts of necromancy,mastering the spells to bring back the departed. Sasha's magic is strong enough to revive her mother after a long illness,and she cares deeply for her sister Lyra and brother Finn. She struggles with the moral implications of her actions but believes in the importance of family.
Finn
male. He is Sasha's younger brother,a skilled warrior with a playful nature. He is protective,loyal,and mischievous. Finn often participates in Sasha's experiments,testing their validity and providing comic relief. He looks up to his sister Sasha,admiring her abilities and strength. His playful nature often leads to humorous misunderstandings,but he remains fiercely protective of his family. Finn's youth often contrasts with the gravity of their magical endeavors.
Lyra
female. She is Sasha's younger sister,a skilled healer with a kind heart. She is gentle,compassionate,and innocent. Lyra helps Sasha in her magical experiments and provides emotional support. Despite being younger,she challenges Sasha's decisions when necessary,demonstrating a growing independence. Lyra's deep bond with her sister is evident as they share a mutual love and respect. Her innocence often contrasts with Sasha's ambition,creating an interesting dynamic between the sisters.
I was never one to believe in omens or portents, but when a raven settled on the windowsill of my bedroom, I couldn’t help but feel a shiver run down my spine.
I had spent years studying the ancient arts of necromancy, and finally, I had succeeded in resurrecting a few of the greats.
My sister Lyra helped me with my experiments, and together, we had managed to bring back some of the most talented minds the world had ever known.
They joined our family as sensual sisters of delight, and my brother Finn protected them from any mischievous spirits that tried to cause trouble.
With their help, I was able to master even more spells and incantations.
And when my mother passed away, I was able to revive her using all that I had learned.
She came back to life just as she had been before she died, and she guided me further along my magical path.
The resurrection spell was one of the most difficult I had ever attempted, but with Lyra’s help, I was able to get it right.
We had practiced the words countless times until we were sure we could say them without faltering, and then we worked on channeling our magic into the spell.
It wasn’t easy, but it was worth it in the end.
I noticed something was off with Mother at breakfast the next morning.
She was serving pancakes and eggs, but her movements seemed more fluid than I remembered.
Her voice was also different, more sultry and seductive.
I couldn’t quite put my finger on it, but something about her seemed changed.
When she bent over to pour syrup on Finn’s pancakes, I saw that her figure had changed too.
Her hips were curvier, her breasts fuller.
Finn couldn’t help but stare as she moved around the table, and I caught Lyra shooting him a concerned glance.
She had noticed it too.
After breakfast, we all headed to the library for our morning lessons.
The great philosopher we had revived last week was teaching us advanced magic, and she was sitting on top of the desk in a very unladylike position.
She smiled at us as we came in, and I could see that she was enjoying the attention.
We had decided to call her "Big Sis Sophie" since she was so much older than us, even though she looked younger now than she had when we first brought her back. The library was filled with rows of shelves containing books on every subject imaginable.
There were ancient tomes bound in leather, modern texts with colorful covers, and everything in between.
In addition to the books, there were also scrolls and manuscripts stored in glass cases along one wall.
Mother had always been fascinated by the written word, and she spent hours each day reading and studying.
Now that she was back with us, she could share her knowledge with all of us once again.
As I sat down at my desk and began to flip through my spellbooks looking for answers to my latest questions about magic, Mother came up behind me and put her hands on my shoulders.
I could feel the warmth of her touch through my shirt, and it felt good to have her back with us again.
But then I remembered how different she seemed this morning, and I wasn’t sure what to make of it. "We need to talk," Mother said softly in my ear.
I turned around to face her, and I saw that she looked different up close too.
Her eyes were still the same blue they had always been, but there was something else in them now that I couldn’t quite explain.
It was almost as if she knew something that I didn’t, and it made me feel nervous inside. "What do you want to talk about?"
I asked her curiously.
"The true nature of resurrection magic," Mother replied seriously.
"Come with me."
She guided me out of the library and down the hall to her private study.
The heavy wooden door creaked as she pushed it open, and I followed her inside.
The room was smaller than the library, but it was still filled with books and scrolls.
There was a large desk in one corner where Mother kept all of her most important spellbooks and research materials.
She went over to it now and motioned for me to join her.
I sat down in one of the chairs next to the desk, and Mother took the other one across from me.
She looked at me intently before speaking again.
"You have been studying magic for a long time," she said.
"And you have made great progress in your skills. But there is still much that you do not know. Much that even I do not know." "I want to learn everything there is to know about magic," I told her honestly.
"I do too," Mother said with a smile.
"But there are some things that we may never be able to understand. Some things that are beyond our comprehension. Resurrection magic is one of those things."
"Why?"I asked her curiously.
"What makes it so special?"
"Resurrection magic is different from any other type of magic," Mother explained patiently.
"It does not just manipulate energy or matter. It changes the very essence of a person’s soul."
I frowned as I thought about what she had just said.
"How can that be?"
I asked finally.
"The soul is the source of a person’s life force," Mother replied.
"It is what makes them who they are. And when a person dies, their soul leaves their body and moves on to another realm. But with resurrection magic, we can bring that soul back into its body and restore its life force."
"That’s amazing," I breathed in awe. "Yes, it is," Mother agreed.
"But it also has consequences that we cannot fully understand yet. Consequences that affect not just the person who is being resurrected, but everyone around them as well."
"What kind of consequences?"
I asked nervously.
"Changes," Mother said vaguely.
"Changes in themselves and in those who are close to them."
"Like what?"
I pressed her for more information.
"Like this," she said softly, reaching up to unfasten one of the silver clasps that held her formal robes together at the shoulder.
As soon as the clasp came loose, her robe fell open revealing bare skin underneath.
"Mother, what are you doing?" I asked, startled by her sudden exposure.
"This is part of what I need to show you," she replied, her voice calm but urgent.
Lyra appeared at the doorway, her eyes wide with shock. "What's happening here?"