19th of Patchwall 7:30am – Celestial Kingdom of Gabrielle Lord of Light – Cherry Blossom Island
Selwyn sat deep in thought about what to do, should she give it up, her knowledge of her Lords will, who she was, her home here in the choir? She was also conscious of the time ticking away, her people were dying in droves, and she needed the power to save them. At last she stood a decision made, she was startled to turn and see Asarus there.
“You have made your choice?” he asked. She nodded
“How do I do it?” she asked
“Merely say the words ‘I am a Servant No Longer’ and mean it… one final reminder Selwyn, I know your cause is true but you will never be able to come back to the choir, never truly again understand what it means to serve” she nodded respectfully accepting the wisdom but undeterred from her course.
“No time like the present I suppose” she said nervously looking at Asarus, he gave a barely perceptible nod, she wished for a moment that her mother was here, or Gabrielle it would make the whole ordeal easier… she took a deep shaky breath, conjured images of the noble dwarves and dactyls fighting the endless hoards of the abyss, her will galvanised “I AM A SERVANT NO LONGER!” she said in a strong proud voice. The last words she heard were filled with equal parts pity and respect
“Goodbye Selwyn Sudari” her world went dark.
Selwyn awoke in her bed under a small mountain of blankets; her heart was pounding she felt alive, more than ever before. She pushed the pile of blankets off and went to stand, right away she over balanced and tumbled from the bed gracelessly. A pang of pain and remorse hit her as right away she realised that she no longer had wings, thus no catching herself and falling into a heap on the ground. She untangled herself from the mass of blankets and already found that things were different, the room had an odd smell to it, the walls seemed darker and dirtier, the colours of the tapestries were muted and had lost their luster, and even the flowers kept by her sill seemed sicklier. She walked carefully to the tall mirror in her room already realising that it would take some time to get used to this clumsier form. She looked herself over carefully assessing her new situation, starting from the top and going down
Her hair once a beautiful golden blond had lost its natural luster, it now seemed greasy and out of place no longer magically combing and cleaning itself. It was also several shades darker, falling closer to a strawberry or honey blonde in colour, her hands ran through the unkempt greasy mess exploring it, she was shocked and surprised to see several grey hairs running through it as well… how could she have grey hair? Her fingers moved down to her ears and her heart sank, the gentle points were gone and they were now rounded… she was a human. She looked closer into the mirror trying to see every detail, her face was still her own… yet different, she was very comely her face having several pock marks and faded scars that had never before been there, crow’s feet danced at her eyes and signs of laugh lines and a once broken nose was also present. She looked further down taking in the rest of her appearance, it appeared she was a little heavier than before, and slightly shorter, maybe about 5’9 in height. She sniffed again trying to find the source of the odd smell, then lifted her arm and realised to her horror that it was her! Before as an angel and even as a half celestial she had almost never perspired and when she had, it was more like a light glow that accented her determination. Now her shirt was stained with thick musty sweat, she felt a griminess to her skin that she had never known before, and realised as well that she was in sore need of a bath; before dirt had rarely clung to her and she had never had an odor beyond the sweet smell of a summer glade… this was not a sweet aroma. Her hands, they were a workers hands and were thick with callouses of a women who worked as a warrior. her back ached, her knees were sore her shoulders were stiff, her nose was running and for the first time in her entire life she was alone. There was not the presence of Gabrielle anywhere near her, even as a half celestial she realised that she had still felt a glimmer of something, now she was perfectly devoid of his love and meaning, she was shunted from everything. Her eyes welled up and tears came unbidden, the thought of suicide raced to her mind, that this was a horrible existence and it should be terminated at once… it was only the thought of her daughters that pushed those dark plans from her mind, they needed her, her people needed her, Yolo needed her. Yolo. Would he even recognise her? Would he still love her like this? As a blotchy faced human? She sniffled again trying to push the thoughts away, she had to trust that their love was real, she had to have faith in it… faith, she needed to go to the church, to see Eyre she needed to know what she should do. Quickly she searched the room and pulled on her clothes; they didn’t fit well, and they were dirty, the fabric chaffed at her skin and felt heavy. She shrugged them on anyway grabbing her weapons and cloak. She pushed out of her room and headed towards the palace gates and city to Eyre’s home.