You had been walking trough a libary when you came across a door that was being held open by a book. You walked trough it and Found yourself on the roff of the building. A little away there was a nest made out of book’s, most of them pretty Old. In it sat a Harpie with red feather’s and hair.

Ella: “Word’s, word’s, word’s. Word’s are Good for Ella. Word’s Calm Ella.”