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"So, she's more skilled than I gave her credit for" A calm voice whispered on the wind, sending dread down the spines of the five knights covered in desecrated and steaming armor, all sitting nervously on their steeds as coal black smoke rolled around them, almost seem "I assumed your two dead comrades were simply degraded...and weak, I see now there's a possibility I was wrong about that"
The air stopped as the smoke seemed to get sucked into a single spot in the air, and swirled around, almost seeming to make a vaguely human shape, staring down through the fields of the Toladarian plains.
"Well what are you dogs waiting for, we know her weakness, let us exploit it" the voice said with a giggle, that sounded like child whimpering in pain
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I gasp in pain, waking up and feeling my eye burning like some one threw boiling coffee on my face. My chitin nails claw at it in panic, dipping into the silvery flames as I try to sit up. My fluff rubs against my exposed skin as I try to figure what's going on. And for one, very...very scary second, I feel as weak and tired as I always did in my old body, and my heart nearly leaps out of my chest as I bolt up right, my long mane of oh so fluffy hair catching on my arms and tangling them up as I panic and gasp for air, nearly ripping through the metal "cocoon" I sleep inside of.
And then, cold rushes up to meet me, as I finally manage to get a grasp on my surroundings, and finally see that my hands are still my "Own" for certain. I sigh, rubbing my eyes with the bottom of my palms as freezing, almost slimey sweat slowly drips and rolls down my face, making me feel gross as it touches the chitin on my cheeks.
"My queen?" Little green asks meakly, starring at me from the ceiling, his green eyes glowing dimly in the darkness of the "room" "is everything all right?"
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