Mage Girl

The magic flows over you, washing over your entire body, changing you once again. Your body is changed only a little, becoming lighter, softer. The magic flows over your face, refining and softening, your eyes widening and changing to a light blue. Your hair, bound up fancifully, falls loose, flowing long and reaching your waist, becoming an odd yet beautiful pure snowy-white. Your fanciful clothes, once clinging tightly to your body, seem to loosen a bit, and lose some extravagancy to become a simple flowing gold dress.

Having altered your form the magic does not dissipate but instead moves inward, flowing into you and filling your entire body with an odd warm sensation. Finally, it stops, and you see in the mirror your newly-altered form of a pretty girl in her mid-teens.

"W- What happened?" you ask, then let out an "eep" of surprise and clap your hands to your mouth at the sound of your voice: soft, sweet, youthful, and a bit energetic, to fit your altered form.

The wizard seems almost as surprised as you by your change. "I am unsure, milady," he says. The ritual generally only transmogrifies someone if they have a great destiny or important role, granting them their true and fated form." Not noticing your look of annoyance at the idea of 'destiny', he continues. "It cannot be determined what that actually is, though. But for you...I can sense strong magical essence within you now. Whatever your role, it is clear you are, or shall be, a powerful mage."

Written by Dragonclaw

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