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Dang your good 😭

Okay, here's a long story for you. It's about a young woman named Elara who finds herself on a journey of self-discovery and adventure, facing danger and magic along the way: The Weaver's Daughter Elara had always felt different. While other children in the village of Willow Creek dreamt of marriage and family, Elara dreamed of faraway lands and whispered secrets. Her mother, a skilled weaver, tried to instill in her the importance of tradition and duty, but Elara's heart yearned for something more. One day, while wandering through the ancient forest that bordered the village, Elara stumbled upon a hidden clearing. In the center of the clearing stood a magnificent oak, its branches reaching towards the sky like arms outstretched in welcome. As she approached the tree, a strange sensation washed over her, a tingling warmth that spread through her body. Suddenly, a voice whispered in her mind, "You are chosen, Elara." Startled, Elara looked around, but saw nothing. "Who's there?" she whispered, her voice trembling. "I am the Spirit of the Oak," the voice replied. "You have been touched by the magic of the forest. You are destined for greatness." Elara didn't know what to believe. She had always been skeptical of the village elders' tales of magic and spirits. But the feeling of warmth and power that coursed through her was undeniable. "What do you mean, destined for greatness?" she asked, her voice wavering. "You are the Weaver's Daughter," the voice said. "You have the power to weave not just cloth, but destiny itself." Elara's world shifted on its axis. The Weaver's Daughter? It was a legend whispered among the village elders, a tale of a woman who had the power to shape the world with her threads. But Elara had always dismissed it as a myth. "But how?" she asked, her voice filled with disbelief. "The magic lies within you, Elara," the voice replied. "You just need to learn to harness it. You must leave Willow Creek and seek the ancient tapestry of the world. It holds the key to your destiny." Elara felt a surge of excitement and fear. Leaving her home, her family, everything she knew, to embark on a quest for a mythical tapestry? It seemed impossible, yet the pull of the unknown was irresistible. "What will I find there?" she asked. "The answers you seek, Elara," the voice replied. "And the power to change your destiny." With a heavy heart, Elara bid farewell to her mother and the village. She promised to return, but she knew in her heart that this was only the beginning of her journey. She traveled for weeks, following the whispers of the forest, the Spirit of the Oak guiding her path. She encountered strange creatures, both friendly and fearsome, and she learned to navigate the hidden paths of the world. She discovered a hidden talent for magic, weaving spells with threads of light and shadow. She finally reached the ancient city of Atheria, a place where magic flowed through the very air. The city was a labyrinth of winding streets and towering buildings, its walls adorned with intricate carvings and murals. In the heart of the city, Elara found the ancient tapestry of the world. It was woven from threads of gold and silver, each thread representing a different aspect of the world, from the smallest flower to the largest star. As Elara touched the tapestry, she felt a surge of power flow through her. The tapestry pulsed with life, its threads shimmering and glowing. She realized that the tapestry was not just a story, but a living, breathing entity, a reflection of the world itself. She spent days studying the tapestry, unraveling its secrets. She learned about the forces of light and darkness, the balance of nature, and the interconnectedness of all things. She discovered that the tapestry held the key to understanding her own destiny, and the power to shape the world around her. But Elara's journey was not without danger. She faced challenges and enemies who sought to control the tapestry's power for their own selfish ends. She learned to fight, to defend herself, and to use her magic to protect those she loved. Through her trials, Elara grew in strength and wisdom. She learned to trust her instincts, to embrace her power, and to believe in herself. She discovered that her destiny was not predetermined, but a tapestry woven from the choices she made, the paths she chose, and the people she met along the way. In the end, Elara returned to Willow Creek, a changed woman. She had found her purpose, her power, and her place in the world. She shared her knowledge with the village, teaching them about the magic of the world and the importance of weaving their own destinies. And as she sat at her loom, weaving intricate patterns into the fabric of life, Elara knew that her journey was just beginning. The world was a tapestry waiting to be woven, and she, the Weaver's Daughter, was ready to take up her thread. This is just the beginning of Elara's story. What do you think happens next? Where will her journey take her? Let me know! 😊

Part4?

This hard

God 👍

Cool edit 😮

it is not tobi it is obito

riley it ok I’m joy😞😭😤😡 Just so you know I’m wasting you time.. 😢 . hi! You don’t know know that I know that you don’t know also.. don’t give up on anything! I know… your still here😭 😮 If this gets over 100 likes then I will make it longer!

grrr where's part 4

At first 🤮🤮🤮🤮🤮 but now 🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤

❤❤❤❤❤❤❤😘😘😘😘😘😘😘🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰

You suck

Bazinga..?

By the way w edit

DAWG PART 4 RN 😭

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L artstulrsz

Most of the arts by sybbatra on X couldn’t find the rest tho🙃 Template by inxky on cc

She do everything BUT look at the camera 🙄

FILTER EDIT????

2:09 when itschi said coke with me i collapsed on the floor 😂

I’m ready for bro to come back 😭

This needs more likes and comments

W edit gng❤

Might change the edit so it looks cleaner but this is it for now🕴️

Just imagine that naruto robs itachi eye Even if that would be genjutsu

W edit

english

Cute ❤ as well as cool🔥🔥

Omg I just noticed. Why is the first part so clear 😭

AHHH THIS IS SO CUTE

I have to fix saikis part but this is ok for now 👌

I don’t have summer break anymore so I’ll have less time to make the next part. (It might have the same gap in time as the other one🙏)

When part 4 comin?

Nah, it’s Megumi

Nah Megumi has the best eyelashes

Writing for part 4

Song name: assumptions sam getillary

What episode

Rizz

Cool edit bro, keep it up

This is really good! Keep at it 😊

THIS IS GOING SO WELL!!!!