This choice: Fly to a tavern and assume a human female form since you had been a girl • Go Back...Chapter #4Fly to a tavern, assume the form of an adult woman by: DougTF You fly in your raven form, far from the cathedral, leaving the matrons and the actual orphans behind. Heading into a wooded realm, one you know well from before your time studying alchemy. Landing on a branch, squawking once or twice, checking the area is clear, you finally drop down to the ground and tap into your magicks once more. But instead of turning back to yourself, the self you had been more than two years ago, you instead craft a new body for yourself, a new self for you to be.
A lithe feminine form, with pale smooth skin, dark red hair, clad in form fitting leather pants and vest, boots to just below your knees. An outer covering of dull metallic armor, the chestplate accentuates your feminine figure, while paludrons and braces protect your arms. Shaking your limbs a bit, getting used to the new you, a soft smile forms as this body feels so much better than the orphan girl you had been trapped as, but also, you can't deny that those two years as her changed you. You don't fully understand it, but somehow you feel more at ease as this woman you have just become, than you would if you had assumed your true male self from the time at the guild.
You never had learned that the demonic guild master had been siphoning off your very soul, replacing it with the dark magicks that made you such an accomplished alchemist. The process was changing who you are inside, maybe even more than the magicks allowed you to change who and what you were on the outside. You had been within a few months of becoming fully corrupted, or morphing into a demonic presence yourself, when those paladins attacked. Your disguise as a young child did more than save you from the wrath of those righteous warriors. You inadvertently saved your own soul from its downward spiral, leaving the incomplete fragment of your inmost self to heal slowly, all while in the form of a young girl.
None of that you really understand or appreciate at this time, but the end result is that you have incredible alchemical magic, but without the strict bondage to the netherworld your skills had been ensnaring you with. You slipped those bonds by in fact slipping your own soul, losing who you had been and replacing it with the tattered remnants of what was left wrapped in a seven year old girl's body. You were more trapped by your own healing of your soul than you were by the wards and protections of the paladins. But in healing, your soul changed to match its vessel and so while you can assume nearly any form, who you are inside that form is a woman, one that never existed before a few moments ago, but one you have always been.
Walking down the forest path, headed toward a dimly lit tavern, your mind racing as it tries to come to terms with your situation, and how you feel about it, you once more shake your head. You can't go back to being who you were, so you might as well enjoy being who you are, even if you are a stranger to your own self. Standing before the tavern door, taking a deep breath, you realize you get to decide who and what you are in this form, in this life. Stepping in, you decide: indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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