Sometimes Elephants Shrink
I think that if anybody had said anything about it I would have felt that I could be mad about it. But they didn't so all I felt was shame and embarrassment. It's not like I want to be different. I don't go out of my way to advertise that I am different but I don't hide it either. That's only because I'm to stubborn to do otherwise.
I'd met up with some other super type people and we'd agreed to help each other out with our missions. We were really wailing on the bad guys, some super magic guys that were throwing spells at us but they also had some other guys in robes with them shooting us with crossbows. They didn't seem all that affected by my fiery attacks but every now and again I was able to smoke a good spot and singe their robes. Apparently catching their robes on fire messed up their spells because they'd always have to start over.
So, we were down in these caverns underground, with these big crystal formations here and there. It was like a whole different world down there. Things were getting really heated and I was tossing everything that I had at them as fast as I could. Another guys had some freeze powers so he was freezing their feet in a block of ice so they couldn't come in close and beat on us too. We also had a guy that was an amazing shot with a bow, he hung back with us. The last member of our team was a tiny little girl that packed one hell of a punch. She'd run up and with just a few punches just lay those guys in long dresses out.
Anyway, somehow one of them got around the freeze spell or something and snuck up behind us. I'm not sure why he picked me but he clubbed me in the back with one of those spells. Wow! That hurt a lot more than our little friend let on when she got smacked with one of them. That really ticked me off though. Here we'd been fighting face to face in an honest fight and he'd gone and snuck up behind me.
I turned around and just hammered him with everything I had one after another. I couldn't stop until he was completely out of the fight. It wasn't until then and I'd turned back to the fight behind me that I felt the breeze.
See, when Dad stripped me of my powers he forced some of power to be diverted toward keeping me looking like he wanted, as close to "normal" for the topside as possible. That included warping some of my normal ether form and forcing it to assume to look and feel of long pants, plus a pair of boots. The boots aren't really all that bad, nice black leather with a red flame pattern around the tops of my calves where the boots ended, and laces all the way up the front that I could adjust the fit with. The pants though? Those suck!. They're a heavy material, kind of like a denim but they look almost like cargo pants without all the extra pockets. They're so confining and hateful feeling!
But back to feeling the breeze. I looked down and realized I was no longer covered by those terrible pants. Now I was wearing a black skirt with a cute fire pattern around the bottom hem, which was right about my knees. That only covered part of the breeze feeling though. The other reason I was feeling the breeze was because I suddenly had my wings back. Dad had forced them to go away but it looked like I'd broken part of that too. I didn't have my big gorgeous wings back obviously, just a small set of bat like wings and they were flapping lazily while I stood there.
I had to get over my shock and get back to the fight that was still going on in front of me. By the time we'd finally taken out the last guy I'd almost forgotten about the wild changes, almost. But I remembered it really quick when my ice friend looked over at me and looked me up and down. I could feel my cheeks turn pink as he looked at me. It wasn't until I happened to look down at my hands while trying to avoid his eyes that I realized that the red covered far more than my cheeks! All of my skin,that I could see, had taken on a light pink color. I clapped my hands over my face in embarrassment.
About that time our little fighter girl returned to us and asked if we were ready to move forward. I shoved my hands through my hair, or tried to. I had horns again! They weren't my long beautiful horns but they were certainly longer than the little nubs that Dad had forced them to revert to! I swallowed hard and just nodded my head since she was still waiting for my answer.
I thought my changed appearance was the elephant in the room, that it was the problem that nobody wanted to talk about. I was scared they'd ask me to leave now that it was obvious that I wasn't one of them. I mentally prepared my departing speech about how unkind they were being. But it never came. They didn't ask me to leave, they just asked if I was ready for the next group and the next, again and again until we were done.
It wasn't until much later in the day that I realized that there was no elephant in the room. It was all in my head. I was surrounded by people on a daily basis that threw around tons of electricity or ice, girls that hit like a mac truck, and people that could heal all your hurts with just a thought. A little demonic blood in the veins was nothing compared to that.
I'd met up with some other super type people and we'd agreed to help each other out with our missions. We were really wailing on the bad guys, some super magic guys that were throwing spells at us but they also had some other guys in robes with them shooting us with crossbows. They didn't seem all that affected by my fiery attacks but every now and again I was able to smoke a good spot and singe their robes. Apparently catching their robes on fire messed up their spells because they'd always have to start over.
So, we were down in these caverns underground, with these big crystal formations here and there. It was like a whole different world down there. Things were getting really heated and I was tossing everything that I had at them as fast as I could. Another guys had some freeze powers so he was freezing their feet in a block of ice so they couldn't come in close and beat on us too. We also had a guy that was an amazing shot with a bow, he hung back with us. The last member of our team was a tiny little girl that packed one hell of a punch. She'd run up and with just a few punches just lay those guys in long dresses out.
Anyway, somehow one of them got around the freeze spell or something and snuck up behind us. I'm not sure why he picked me but he clubbed me in the back with one of those spells. Wow! That hurt a lot more than our little friend let on when she got smacked with one of them. That really ticked me off though. Here we'd been fighting face to face in an honest fight and he'd gone and snuck up behind me.
I turned around and just hammered him with everything I had one after another. I couldn't stop until he was completely out of the fight. It wasn't until then and I'd turned back to the fight behind me that I felt the breeze.
See, when Dad stripped me of my powers he forced some of power to be diverted toward keeping me looking like he wanted, as close to "normal" for the topside as possible. That included warping some of my normal ether form and forcing it to assume to look and feel of long pants, plus a pair of boots. The boots aren't really all that bad, nice black leather with a red flame pattern around the tops of my calves where the boots ended, and laces all the way up the front that I could adjust the fit with. The pants though? Those suck!. They're a heavy material, kind of like a denim but they look almost like cargo pants without all the extra pockets. They're so confining and hateful feeling!
But back to feeling the breeze. I looked down and realized I was no longer covered by those terrible pants. Now I was wearing a black skirt with a cute fire pattern around the bottom hem, which was right about my knees. That only covered part of the breeze feeling though. The other reason I was feeling the breeze was because I suddenly had my wings back. Dad had forced them to go away but it looked like I'd broken part of that too. I didn't have my big gorgeous wings back obviously, just a small set of bat like wings and they were flapping lazily while I stood there.
I had to get over my shock and get back to the fight that was still going on in front of me. By the time we'd finally taken out the last guy I'd almost forgotten about the wild changes, almost. But I remembered it really quick when my ice friend looked over at me and looked me up and down. I could feel my cheeks turn pink as he looked at me. It wasn't until I happened to look down at my hands while trying to avoid his eyes that I realized that the red covered far more than my cheeks! All of my skin,that I could see, had taken on a light pink color. I clapped my hands over my face in embarrassment.
About that time our little fighter girl returned to us and asked if we were ready to move forward. I shoved my hands through my hair, or tried to. I had horns again! They weren't my long beautiful horns but they were certainly longer than the little nubs that Dad had forced them to revert to! I swallowed hard and just nodded my head since she was still waiting for my answer.
I thought my changed appearance was the elephant in the room, that it was the problem that nobody wanted to talk about. I was scared they'd ask me to leave now that it was obvious that I wasn't one of them. I mentally prepared my departing speech about how unkind they were being. But it never came. They didn't ask me to leave, they just asked if I was ready for the next group and the next, again and again until we were done.
It wasn't until much later in the day that I realized that there was no elephant in the room. It was all in my head. I was surrounded by people on a daily basis that threw around tons of electricity or ice, girls that hit like a mac truck, and people that could heal all your hurts with just a thought. A little demonic blood in the veins was nothing compared to that.