Jolting awake as I felt something pouring down my throat. I felt my head jolted up as something was being pulled out of my throat. Opening my eyes, a metallic nozzle hanging swaying in front of me connected to a large writhing intestine like appendage hanging from the ceiling with pieces of muscle pulsating about it, synchronized with its movements as it recoiled, wrapping the appendage around a beam before going limp.

Attempting to move my right hand to my stomach to soothe the bloated feeling. To much my dismay with the lack of movement from my arm. My arm was separated almost 2 feet from my body, crudely pinned to the wall by my side with thin strands of muscle connecting it to my body. Turning my head to my leg, it was lying separated into three pieces on the floor, twitching with movement, trying to reciprocate my desire to move my leg.

"Ahh, She awakes. How was the nap?" Waltzing up to me, his arms looked sanded flat as the bones jetting out of it were pressed down, or nubs of bones were broken off, leaving his arms with a relatively smooth look. In one hand, he was carrying a large skinning knife.

"Uhh, Umm, it was fine. Wha, What happened to my." Struggling to get out my words in fear as I glanced down at him as he kneeled before my leg. He raised his head, looking me in the eyes as a loose eye in one of his eye sockets came spinning around until it made contact with my eyes refocusing on me as a magical circle spun about, making up his pupil.

"Just some research, my dear. I can't very effectively repair your body if I don't know how elves evolved over the years. So I'm going to need to do a little dissecting." Looking back down, He pinched a group of muscles before lowering the knife to my skin. I felt a searing sensation along my thigh as he started working the knife under my skin, peeling it from my skin with untold efficiency, making a neatly folded pile of my skin. Quickly moving onto my shin, then foot lastly, he stuck the knife to my thigh, Cutting out a large chunk of flesh before releasing the pinched strands of muscle.

An overwhelming rush of pain quickly flushed over my body, only allowing a gasp of pain before everything faded.

Weakly opening my eyes to the sensation of ribs being prodded, he was standing over me. Turning my head slightly to get a glimpse of my ribs, he placed new rib bones into my seared left side with a soft Pop as he put another rib in its place with a soft pop slowly until all were in place. Once were all in place, he held two large piles of flesh in his hands.

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"Which one."

He was holding the piles in front of my face. One seemed almost alive, twitching as tiny tendrils of flesh reached out, trying to grasp onto the air around it. While the other, there was nothing special about it. It looked like an ordinary pile of flesh if that was even a thing, But it scared me. I didn't know what he did to it, but something must have been off with it. I couldn't tell. Forcing down the saliva gathering in my mouth with an audible gulp. I looked him in the eyes. Weakly smiling. "Whatever you would prefer." Lowering the blobs revealing the lower half of his face. Skin stretched across his lower jaw to his nose, showing a crooked grin as he stared at me.

Pulling an upturned container closer, He pressed the two piles of flesh together before starting to knead them as if they were piles of dough. Slowly and methodically, he Kneaded the two until they became a uniform mass showing nothing special outside of the occasional tendril that reached.

He kneeled, getting close to my newly exposed ribs taking bits of the flesh applying it lightly around the burns from where the fireball passed through my body. It felt oddly refreshing as tiny tendrils from the flesh dug into my skin, melding into my injured body, becoming one with it. Once he finished, he took a handful of flesh and started bridging the gaps between my ribs. Before moving onto my skin, he previously applied the flesh, making it as if my body was never injured in the first place, discounting the slight discolouration compared to my skin. I looked almost hole.

"Now time for the final touches." Locking my eyes onto his frame, he walked off behind the shelves before reemerging, carrying four wooden limbs. He started with my left leg, pressing a wooden limb to the newly formed stump and twisting it slightly as a red glow came from the stump as thin splinters went from the wood digging into my leg, making it look like roots ran along my hip. Grabbing the next wooden leg, he Jammed it more forcefully into the stump as I felt my entire body jolt up slightly. As he moved to my arms, I sputtered out a question I wanted to know.

"Master, what happened to my Arm and Leg." Turning to glance at me, his one eye holding a cold, piercing glance.

"I mean my right leg and arm." Turning my gaze away, hoping the piercing silence would pass faster.

"I needed material to make your new side of as I didn't freeze the human previously, and his body was mostly decomposed or already fed to you for me to do anything worthwhile with it. But these wooden limbs should do you good enough for now." After he finished, he Moved quickly, Attaching the wooden arms with a forceful shove a twist making sure they were fully attached.

"Get up and follow me. I need you to complete something for me."

"What about testing if the limbs work."

A low chuckle came from him as he kept on walking. "Funny As if you are implying something, I, made, Wouldn't Work."

"NO, Absolutely not, I would never."

"Good, then follow."

Pushing myself up, I forced myself to walk, hobbling every step to get used to my legs.