About 4 years ago, maybe a little less, my parents had died in front of me, my whole world came tumbling down. Once renowned for her scientific discoveries, the woman I was, now lived on the streets, sleeping in the chilly forest with a simple backpack and nothing else. My once delicate face now coated in dirt, my brown hair now greasy and in dispirit need of a cut and brush.
The murder of my family, killed me, in more than one sense but not, unfortunately, in reality and as the coward I was, I was too scared to take my own life, not because of the pain, but because of the consequences of talking my own life. I'm not saying I am religious or anything, I just hated the thought of what if.
So when the tiny blue wisp of flame appeared in front of me, I took it as a chance not in fear, but in hope for the better. This tiny blue wisp would hum a song that I couldn't quite remember as it flickered back and forth, as if telling me 'come on!' not unlike a child asking me to play. Fondly remembering the children in the neighbourhood I used to babysit for, I'd follow the childish blue flame.
When it lead a large tree, about four people wide and very very tall, foresters would go crazy for a tree this big, the wisp, next to an opening in the tree roots would usher me in. Going into the weirdly but beautifully shaped roots, I'd run my hand along their smooth surface.
Welcoming me into the small hollow was warmth, the kind I haven't felt since summer. Blankets and cloths covered the floor, a bookshelf packed with leather bound books, and a small table next to a soft looking bench made the room seem cozy. A lantern, hung from the ceiling, along the sides of the lantern were delicate carvings of constellations, making the room be lit up with the flickering light of stars. Sitting on the table of a stone I couldn't recognise, perhaps a form of lighting ridge opal, was a steaming cup of what smelt of honey and warm maple milk.
The blue creature would appear beside the mug, I'd look inquisitively, I've already come this far, what more could a sip do? I'd think to myself. Picking up the large mug, warm to the touch, I'd gently take a small sip. It was nostalgic, it tasted quite like something my mother had made me when I was younger and couldn't go to sleep.
Sitting on the bench I'd lean back against the wall, sighing in content. My bag was dropped onto the floor and I'd smile as I drank the drink till gone. Sleepily, I'd gather up the blankets and fabrics on the floor to make a nest. Laying down I'd gently fall asleep, and with a popping noise, I'd be looking at my body from a third person perspective.
My body was glowing, a greeny blue flame at my chest radiated outwards making my whole body catch fire and glow. The shape of me was gradually changing, my size got smaller, barely 3'11, and my hair, it grew to alarming lengths, not Rapunzel lengths thankfully, but to my ankles. My face would cleanse itself of every speck of grime, as well as gaining slightly too many freckles. Last but not least my eyes would shoot open showing dim, white-green eyes, and my hair would fade to a deep rich red. These changes where alarming, but I took it thankfully, a new body for a new chance I suppose, my body would welcome me back into it with a bright flash and everything was dark.
