Running Away From One Thing, and Into Another.

Chapter 13: A New Me, and a New World

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I turn back around me to see if Dantem is here yet, but I hear clinging. Frowning, I look down, and see a large sword.

I wasn't wearing that when I came through the portal. My hand slowly reaches towards it, but I stop immediately when I notice yet another difference.

My nails! They are claws!

I twist my wrist so that my palm is facing up, and I observe the length of them. I may not know math, but I know what two and a half inches look like. They look like my nails.

It is just then that a disgusting odor infiltrates my nose. I wrinkle it, and then study the smell. Cats. Or more like cat droppings. My eyes look around the room to see if I can see the felines anywhere, odd how I don't have to squint my eyes at the sun now. Sure, I can't stare at it, but I look at it for a few seconds without it hurting.

Finally, I find something that resembles an association with a cat. Coming only to my knees not too far from my right is a scratching pole. Fairly new with a few scars here and there. I glance down at my pearly pink nails again, and I smirk. Time to test these babies out. I walk to the pole determinedly at only taking a moment of hesitation, I slash at the pole with only my claws.

A loud screeching sounds, and the wounded pole falls on its side with three deep slashes and a mild slash from my pinky. I yelp as if I am hurt and draw back my hand, holding it with my left. I stare in dismay, then glance down to see my perfectly fine nails without a single dent in them. Well, they have a little wood under them, but I easily pull them out with my other nails.

One of my dragon features, I guess. Wait, dragon features?!

I have to find a mirror. I have to know what I look like; however, I must check one thing. I slowly reach for my back, and scan as much as I can with my lone right arm. Nothing. Slowly, I lower it, till I am at the very edge of my lower back. I sigh with relief when I realize I have neither a tail nor wings. Then again, wings would be kind of nice. I could get lost in the wind and soar for hours and hours with no one stopping me. Oh, wait, I am a slave to dragons. Guess they can tell me what to do.

With one last look back into the dark room behind the dark wood with golden swirls in it, I bend over to collect the fallen dalza, and then look for a mirror. I listen absentmindedly to the clicks of my shoes. I guess they have little stubs on the ends, now. Least I can still manage in them without falling around like a drunk.

It doesn't take many clicks of my shoes to find it, since it is just on the other side of this wide room, right by the tall, wide gap in the wall. I don't understand how I didn't see the golden framed mirror before, but ah well. Not too much time is wasted. I move as far right as I can, and avert my gaze from the mirror. When I see myself, I don't want to see it coming. I don't want to ease myself into see how I look, I just want to jump in and get it over with.

Maybe that is the wrong choice, however.

Yes, I am going with that it was a wrong choice, because I definitely look different.

I don't know which part to notice first, my nose was a lot more rounded than it used to be. My chin was so sharp and pointed, one of my best features, I had thought. Now, it curves elegantly, flattering my cheek bones. The eyes are different as well, since they are just round orbs. No longer oval, just round. Wait a minute, the gold has changed! It is now a deep, stone gray. That, I don't approve of.