Nuria had a bad night. She didn't want to burn the guild down, so she slept on a large sheet of metal in the middle of the floor, away from everything wooden and everything flammable, except for the floor of course. Around midnight there was that dreaded gong, and the lightning which woke her up, and she growled but she went back to sleep. As she awoke that morning there was a crowd around something, so Nuria, with mob mentality, decided to go over and see what was the commotion. She took a step, then backtracked. Again, she didn't want to burn the entire place down. How did she even get IN the guildhall in the first place? And if this was supposed to be a guild for mages, why wouldn't the guildmaster find some way to make it not flammable? Or use a material other than wood? Nuria decided to leave it alone, until a bright light shone, blinding Nuria for a second. When her vision restored, everything was different. She looked around, and everything was larger, as if she was looking through a child's point of view. Nuria looked at her hands, and they were much smaller than normal, and she could actually feel the heat off the metal that she left when she was sleeping, as if she was not that hot anymore. Nuria looked down, and saw her reflection in the metal and gasped.
A child.
Nuria was a full-blown child. She was no more than five years old. Nuria HATED childhood, and now she has to go through with it again. Something was strange, however. She had all of the memories of when she was 15, and she still knew how to use her magic. What was wrong with her?
Whoever did this to me... Whatever did this to me... will experience pain beyond their wildest dreams! She looked around the room, looking to see if others were like her as well. Sadly, there wasn't one, or one that she could see. But there was commotion with everyone else, as if something happened to each and every person. Something told her that whatever they were gathered around was responsible for this. So, like Nuria always did with stuff that annoyed her or pissed her off, she prepared to incinerate it as she stepped onto the wooden floor and began walking towards the crowd with balled up fists.
A child.
Nuria was a full-blown child. She was no more than five years old. Nuria HATED childhood, and now she has to go through with it again. Something was strange, however. She had all of the memories of when she was 15, and she still knew how to use her magic. What was wrong with her?
Whoever did this to me... Whatever did this to me... will experience pain beyond their wildest dreams! She looked around the room, looking to see if others were like her as well. Sadly, there wasn't one, or one that she could see. But there was commotion with everyone else, as if something happened to each and every person. Something told her that whatever they were gathered around was responsible for this. So, like Nuria always did with stuff that annoyed her or pissed her off, she prepared to incinerate it as she stepped onto the wooden floor and began walking towards the crowd with balled up fists.