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Dusk-the-Wolf — The Transformation, chapter 3
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NightSky let out a loud cry as she fell from the sky outside Nightmare castle. Reala watched calmly as she landed next to a dead tree with a loud thud.“You are pathetic.” He stated as he landed next to her. “All Nightmaren know how to fly.”
“Well, I’m sorry, sir…” she stood up shakily, tears in her eyes. “This is hard…”
Reala looked away. “You don’t need to keep calling me ‘sir’…” he said, frowning.
“How come?” she asked, “everyone else does, so I figured I had to too…”
“The other Nightmaren are lower rank…” Reala sighed, “Supposedly, you’re the same rank as me… Which is quite hard to believe, since you can’t even fly and you don’t seem to have any special abilities… And you look ridiculous.”
“At least I don’t look like an anorexic mime!” she exclaimed, “Why are you being so horrible to me, anyway? I’m trying my best!”
Reala’s eyes narrowed. “Then your best just isn’t good enough! If you can’t even fly then there’s no place for you here!”
NightSky closed her eyes tightly as tears formed in them. “Y-you’re right… Maybe I don’t belong here… But I am here, and I’ve got nowhere else to go…” The tips of her fingers began to glow. Reala glanced at her hands, a worried expression crossing his face.
“NightSky? What’s happening to-?”
“SHUT UP! JUST SHUT UP AND LEAVE ME ALONE!” She screamed, throwing one of her brightly glowing hands forward. Reala’s eyes opened wide with surprise and watched a white beam of energy narrowly miss his head, burning one of the horns of his hat. He looked back at her warily. She was staring at her still outstretched hand in disbelief. “How did I do that…?”
“I… Don’t know. The master was right about you being powerful…” he said, shaking his head. “… Maybe you’ll be the one to beat him…”
NightSky lowered her hand and frowned. “Beat who?”
“My brother… NiGHTS…” he sighed. A puzzled look crossed NightSky’s face as his eyes sparkled with what seemed to be tears. “He’s the only thing in the way of our master’s plans.”
“What plans?” She asked curiously. Reala shook his head again.
“Maybe it’s best if you don’t know yet. You’re still too… human.” He turned, and flew back to Nightmare Castle.
“But I am human… I’m just in the wrong body…” she sighed, and started to walk back to the castle. “Maybe he’s right. Maybe I won’t ever get back home.” A tear slid down her cheek. She ignored the cruel laughs and comments as she entered the castle, until she reached her door. It was bright yellow, with a blue arrow pointing upwards to a ring, like on her costume. She pushed it open and entered.
Her reflection opened an eye sleepily from the reflection of the throne. “Oh… Hello.” It yawned and sat up, stretching. “Hello?” it repeated weakly, as it caught sight of NightSky. She had curled up, leaning against the door, and she started to sob loudly.
“Why are you crying?” the reflection floated down beside her.
NightSky looked at it over her arms. “Because it’s just the same as always!” she frowned angrily and hit the mirror where the reflection is. “Can’t you leave me alone? I’ve always hated my reflection!”
At these words, the reflection slowly changed. NightSky gasped as she found herself looking at her old human body. It blinked, unawake of what happened. “What’s wrong?” the blue eyes looked puzzled. NightSky reached out to touch the reflection, and the blue eyes turned back to purple. She frowned.
“Am I seeing things?” she whimpered, and buried her head in her arms again. “Maybe she’s come back to haunt me…”
“Who, Charlie? Nah. We are still her. She isn’t dead. C’mon, cheer up! This could be a whole lot worse!” the reflection smiled cheerfully.
“How?” NightSky asked, looking up at her.
“Well, you could really be dead… that would be worse, right?”
NightSky stood up shakily. “I’m starting to wish that I did just die…”
