... felt herself get slightly taller. As the light died down, she said to herself, "That was weird." She noticed her voice was deeper, more sultry. She looked down, seeing that she wasn't wearing her normal clothes. Instead she was wearing an all-black ensemble, consisting of black jeans, a black tank-top, a black long coat with a furry trim, and a tear-shaped, gun-metal grey pendant.
"What in the world..?" she asked herself, again noticing her voice was not her own. She pulled a small mirror out of her pack and looked at her face. Her normally blue eyes were now the color of tarnished silver. Her now blonde hair was cascading down her back while she had two strange grey, tear shaped accessories each with one yellow stripe near each of her temples. She wasn't Dawn any more, she had become Cynthia.
"N-no way, I'm Cynthia," she gasped to herself "I gotta find Ash, he deals with weird stuff like this all the time."
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