Gil landed face first on the cold, mountain floor. A clod of mud filled his mouth. He definitely weren't on Drak's back anymore.
"Owww...." he whimpered with an unnatural, high pitched whine. Tears stung his eyes as he pushed off with arms that were suddenly skinny and awkward. He felt lonely, frail and helpless.
He had discovered to his horror that all your weapons were gone, save for an awkward sling shot and a knife. Furthermore, his body didn't even have the strength or the coordination to handle them either. Something was really wrong here.
He spotted a small pond nearby, and when Gil looked at his reflection, he saw a person that he had never seen before.
"Eeek!!" he squealed.
Staring at him was a person he had never seen before. Oh, those eyes were still a bright, striking green and his hair was still brown, but that was about it. The hair was a lot longer than it was used to, and when he gazed down at his... no... her chest, and the body shape, it was all wrong. All she needed to do was reach down to discover that something was seriously wrong, and what was missing.
"I'm... I'm a girl now," said Giljaras. Actually, it would be incorrect to refer to herself as 'Giljaras' any more, because the girl staring back at her was not the young man he had been when he had gone through the portal? To think of herself as a male now, it felt wrong somehow. She couldn't go around insisting that she was a man, otherwise people would call her crazy. No, if she was a girl now, she would have to act like one, as awkward as it was, along with give herself a name that would reflect this change. Gilja, that was her name now.
What sort of magic had caused this to happen? Granted, Giljaras had not been the most adept student at magical theory, as he was trained for combat magic, but this had to be an anamoly of some kind. Yet what could not be denied was that sometime during trip through the portal to Alagaesia, Giljaras had been transformed into a female - not one of those cumbersome sex-change operations, but full on female, as though he...no she had been born that way from the womb. Had Lord Alucand tinkered with the settings of the portal to change him like that? If that had been his plan, at least he could have made her pretty. She supposed she was pretty enough, in that homely, village girl type of way. What was more disturbing was the thought that when she thought of herself as wanting to be pretty, it didn't disturb her as much as she thought it would. By the way she looked, and her... admittedly limited familiarity with women, she imagined that there would still be some time for her to... well... develop.
Yet at the moment, she was rather thin and gawky, and still not quite old enough to be desirable for those of the opposite sex to really pay attention to. Maybe in a year yes, but surely not now...
Yet there was a far more urgent matter to attend to. Where was Drak?
Drakreanor had hatched for him a couple of years ago, but now he was gone. She could not feel his mind, or that familiar presence that he had learned to almost take for granted.
Had Lord Alucand known about this, and turning him into a girl was his way of emasculating him and ensure he, or rather, she would now be less rebellious? She had no idea, and without Drak and with nothing to defend herself with, it was this unknown that was horribly frightening. At this point, could she even call herself Giljaras anymore?
Just then, a soft gleam caught her eye. What she identified was the biggest shock of all.
Perched in a grassy clearing was a shiny green stone.
What in the world? What sort of magic had caused Drakreanor to become... unborn? But how would he be born? Would he remember anything of her? Would he have turned into a female as well?
She let out a sigh, lifting the egg onto her skinny arms and cradling it. No matter what had happened, at least Drakreanor had made it, and that's all that really counted. Right now, taking care of him was her responsibility, and nothing would stop her from that task.
At that moment, she notice movements within the woods. What you see is,
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