A white mist seemed to emanate from her body. It took the shape of a person. It solidified, and it was a women about Kat's age, but she was huge, like a giantess. She has black hair, black eyes and an inhuman smile. Her face is cruel and mischievous. She wears a white tank top and jeans. A silver circlet rests in her lush raven hair. She has an aura of silver light, pulsing with power. She is beautiful and curvy in the right places. It is Nel. Nel leans down and picks Kat up. Kat is stuck in her vise grip. When Nel speaks, her voice is soft.
" It is your choice, to either be a prisoner of your own mortal kind and stay in this limited size, or to grow again and be a prisoner of the gods, my people."
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