Concerned But Powerless Thread 2, Thread 2 of my story Options

[Petra Arkanian]

Chapter 2
PART 1

"Here she is."
"Is she strong enough? She could die if we push her too hard."
"In that case, we make her a God, like us! No harm, no fowl."
"But she can't do her mission as a God!"
"Remind me why, again?"
"It has to be a mortal!"
"Oh. I thought we just weren't doing it because we're too lazy."
"You're too lazy. I'd be glad to save the world."
"You just want all the glory."
"That too."
"If she becomes a god, she can choose the next mortal."
"What makes you think she'll want to become a god, anyhow?"
"Ahh. I see the problem."
"Finally."

The last thing I remembered was someone saying, 'It has started', and Seth standing over me, looking over me.

It was noon, undoubtedly. The light was coming in through my eyelids, painting the world bright red, and sending images of irrelivant red things.

I opened my eyes, and gazed hazily up at Seth, who looked relieved. Then someone stood over me, a hulking dirty person, possibly a woman.

"This is Janice the Clean," said Seth, waving a hand toward the person.

"Clean?" I was surprised with my voice, which sounded higher than usual. Not squeaky, just higher.

"She got the name when she was six," explained Seth. I nodded. "Are you feeling okay?" he asked again.

"Yeah, I'm great... Why?" Seth squirmed rather uncomfrotably.

"Well... you look a little different," he said, and continued. "Janice told me that you had turned into another kind of race. This transformation occurs only with certain people of certain lineage. That's why you always looked so tiny, when you were a Nord. The thing is, you aren't a Nord, and never have been. You are a Night-Elf."

"Just how different do I look?" I asked suspiciously. Seth took out a mirror and handed it to me.

"Even more different than when you last woke up." I took the mirror, and almost fainted. There was no way that could be me. My skin was way paler, hair streaked with black, eyes flecked with red. My nose was pointed and kind of upturned, like a pixie's. Mt ears looked like any other elf's. My lips were black, like someone had recently painted them so. My almond-shaped eyes blinked. I looked down at my feet, and noticed I was much, much smaller. No-one would recognise me now.

"That's not me," I began, but Seth cut me off.

"Yes it is. And even stranger, feel your back." I did so, and to my surprise, I felt something feathery.

"What the hell?"

"Wings," explained Seth, not without a little envy.

"Wings? I have wings?"

This post has been edited by Petra Arkanian: Dec 29 2010, 04:32 AM