Chapter 7: The Transformation
"Ugh. What happened?" Pan asked herself as she lay on the muddy ground. Her body was caked in slimy brown liquid. She frowned as she lifted her upper body off the ground. Suddenly, a shot of pain struck through her head. Pan groaned at feeling. It was as if she had a hang over from a drunken night. She held her head with one hand and let the other hold herself up. She glanced over to her right and saw her sword being bathed by the heat of the sun. She slowly stood and grumbled abhorrently about the light. She glanced at her home that was half a mile and sighed. What the hell happened? Why was she laying in the mud like a pig?
Pan glanced up at the sky, squinting at the bright, clear sky. Not a single trace of last night was there to prove to her that she wasn't dreaming. The cold gray clouds have disappeared and revealed a cloudless blue abyss. Pan sighed. "What happened?" she asked once more. She made the endeavor to recall the incidents of the chaotic night. "Pan," she heard her father whisper and then her world went black. Pan's eyes widened as she remembered bits and pieces of her blurred memory. Water floated around her as the lightning bolt grew brighter and larger, engulfing Pan in its entirety. Pan's hair gradually changed into strands of white spikes. As the lightning bolt transformed into a pure white light, her eyes morphed into bright blue orbs glimmering within the heavenly light. She transformed into something else. It was as if she was looking at a totally different person, a stranger. "What the hell happened?" Pan asked with more confusion and anxiety in her voice.
She looked at the mucky brown ground. She glanced ahead of where she laid and saw a hole that was penetrated by the finger of the heavens. So she wasn't dreaming. She had heard her father whispering to her at the name, calling for her. Father what did you want? Why had her father called for her? "Dad, what's going on?" Pan asked as she looked up at the sky. Her response was the sweet songs of the birds and trees whispering in the gentle breeze. Pan looked down, her eyes brimming with tears. "Daddy," she managed to whisper as her throat began to shut as all the emotions began to swell within her. Suddenly her sword began to glow with a white radiant light. Lines of electricity swirled around its red rod. Pan's glittering, brown eyes widened as she saw the symbols glow white. It was as if her sword was speaking to her, calling out to her to help her understand.
"What the hell?" Pan whispered dubiously. This wasn't possible. She felt as though she had stepped in a world between fantasy and reality. This was higher than any magic she has ever known.
Her sword began to float slowly until it was Pan's height. Its diaphanous turquoise blade flashed white then to its original color. Pan's eyes were fixed upon the dancing light upon the red shaft. Pan's eyes widened as they reflected a small bolt of electricity shoot from the clustered sparkling lights towards her. Her whole body froze and her eyes shut themselves from the inscrutable events happening before her, prepared to feel the painful shock. She waited and waited. Nothing touched her body and nothing was all she felt. Pan opened her eyes and they mirrored what she thought wasn't real. The bolt of light penetrated her chest from the sword. Pan felt her breath give away. Panic began to build within her body and her heart began to beat three times faster.
The bolt seemed to strengthen and she felt the panic deplete, and her heart began to beat normally. Pan brought her arm up and her hand seemed to reach out to the sword asking for the bolt like a beggar asking for food. The bolt obeyed and shot out towards its master. Pan's jaw hung in doubt. "Pan," a voice whispered. Pan's thin brow shot upward. "Pan," the deep voice whispered gently once more. The heavenly sword still floated in front of her with the cloth of electricity surrounding its heavenly body. Pan began to think, Oh hell no, I am not going crazy. I'm not going crazy! She heard a deep chuckle.
"Pan, it's a gift you have. I didn't think you would have it, but your mother thought differently. Yes, you have the ability to control and make electricity, but use it wisely, Pan. I trust you. Keep the sword away from others. Train hard and understand your ability. I love you, my beautiful daughter," the voice whispered and then faded away. Pan stood there, frozen as if time itself had ceased. Her heart felt empty and lost. Suddenly, a wave of emotions rocked her body, and her wall of strong will began to crumble. Tears welled up in Pan chocolate brown eyes. Her glittering eyes glanced up and her bottom lip began to quiver. "Daddy," Pan whispered. She breathed in and closed her eyes. Tears slid down her face and fell on the grassy ground. She gasped as she heard her sword fall to the ground in its normal state. Her legs felt weak and then finally gave out. She fell on the ground, her warm brown eyes staring at the mysterious power lying in front of her. How can she learn to control lightning? What was so special about this particular sword? How can she do this? Pan stood up and stared hard at the sword.
She felt a sea of rising emotions of anger and frustration. A growl began to form deep within her throat and rose until it finally plunged out and was a wave of screaming emotions. "Why the hell me! What the fuck did I do! I can't take this anymore! What do you want from me!" Pan cried out as she looked up at the heavens. A gentle breeze caressed her light tan skin and played with her silky black hair. Pan sighed as the storm of emotions finally began to calm into a placid sea. She bent down and picked up her sword and walked toward her home.
She stepped inside the small cottage and slowly undressed, careful not to spill mud everywhere. Her leather, lightweight boots were left outside the door, waiting for a bath also. She stepped inside her shower and sighed as the warm water hit her skin. She closed her eyes as she felt the familiar salty tears rise up. Her small pretty mouth began to deform as emotions began to spill from her eyes. Steam swam around her as her body stood still.
Pan opened her eyes and looked up while her hair cascaded down her back like a jade waterfall. Her crystal looking eyes spilled beads of diamonds and mingled with the crystals that were falling from the faucet. Pan sucked in the steamy air as she felt all of her energy escape. She leaned against the blue tiled wall and flinched at the cold tile against her skin. She rested her head against the wall like a babe on a mother's breast. Crystal beads turned into a raging river as more emotions spilled from her chocolate eyes. "It's not fair," Pan squeezed out. "I just wanted to be like Dad with him there to be proud of me," She sucked in more air. "But no, someone had to take that all away! Who am I kidding, I'm going insane. I'm talking to myself, seeing things float in the air, and hearing voices. I'm officially crazy," she said while shaking her head. Pan turned the shower off and wrapped the fuzzy blue towel around her petite body. You know what? I'll do this, Dad. I'll protect this sword, whether I'm crazy or not. Pan nodded her head as if she was agreeing to her decision. Pan held her pruned hands to her face and stared at them. Fear of failure began to grip her heart. No, I have to remain strong for Dad. I can do this. Pan turned around and depleted the source of water of the steamy waterfall.
She stepped out of her watery paradise to dry off. When Pan wrapped the blue towel around her small frame, she began to grab all of her muddy clothes and threw them into the bath tub. It was time for the clothing to take their baths. Pan clogged up the drain and then opened the faucet to reveal hot steaming water once more. The mud started to detach from the clothing and mingled with the crystal water, tainting its pure self. Pan turned the water off as the tub was full of brown water. Pan walked out of the room with her wet strands of black hair draped over her delicate shoulders. The blue towel grabbed onto her as if it would die without her rose smelling skin. She sat on her bed and looked at the fire that was burning in her fire place.
"How am I going to do this?" Pan said aloud. She didn't know how to summon powers within her she had no clue about. Pan sighed in frustration. She looked outside her window and saw the black filled sky. Out there in that abyss, she retained a power unbeknown to her. How to regain that power again…
"Shit," Pan said, frustrated. She sighed. What the hell do I do now? She closed her eyes and relaxed. Her mind began to fill with pictures of the rain falling. The sounds of the water beating around her like drums in a war. She saw the lightning strike her, its blinding light surrounding her. Her mind recalled the intake of power that filled her body, rushing through her like the wind sweeping through the trees that were surrounding her.
Pan slowly opened her eyes, the small black dot adjusting to the gentle fire. The crackles of small pieces of wood burning filled her eyes and the soft smell of burning wood teased her nose.
Pan stood up and went to her closet near her bed. When she slid the dark brown wooden door it revealed seven pieces of clothing hanging from the metal bar. She grabbed loose fitting, olive green pants and slid them on. She dropped the towel on the floor carelessly, revealing her ample breasts. She searched through the drawers within the closet for a bra for better support. As she slipped the tight garment on, she thought about that sweeping power.
When she was finished putting on her undergarments, she looked for her clothes. She saw her Navy blue, loose fitting flannel shirt. The shirt hung loose about her, revealing the center of her chest and belly for it was not closed. The shirt and not buttons to button it together, instead, Pan took a similar cloth like belt and tied the shirt together around her waist, revealing the center of her chest. She found her black spandex shorts that stopped a few inches below her butt. She looked at her dagger strap that would leech itself onto her leg, with the dagger pouch facing outward. She grabbed her sword that was leaned against the wall.
As Pan walked outside, the darkness enveloped her. Pan's heart began to race. She frowned. She was still afraid of the non existent monsters that lay within the dark abyss. Ok, now what? The idea of gaining the mysterious power still hasn't appeared in her head. "Um, come lightning? No? Um, lightning come!" Pan yelled. Only silence responded to her demand. She growled and yelled, "Come on! Lightning hit me!" She spread her arms out like an eagle, and waited to be blessed by the heavens. But the finger never came down. "Shit, what do I do?" she asked herself. She closed her eyes and tried to recall if her father had said anything about this power…
"Pan, if you ever want to achieve something, just believe in it. Imagine it coming to you and you will have it. Just believe, that's all you have to do. Erase all doubt from your mind. That is how you achieve greatness," her father's soft deep voice told her. She looked at him with incredibility. Believe? Pan rolled her eyes and kept on training…
Pan chuckled. I was such a dumb ass teenager back then. It still sounds kind of silly, but I'll do it, Dad. I'll believe. Pan relaxed and began focusing on her father's method, believing. She imagined herself the way her body had transformed what seemed like a moment ago. She took deep breaths, calming her pounding heart. She clenched her eyes shut and tried harder to imagine herself into a being she seemed to only read in the books of fantasy. But ever since the day her father had introduced her to this sword she held in her small pale hand, she began to believe that fantasy was indeed part of their world, but was kept a secret. Now I am going to unlock the secret within myself. Pan heard what she thought was sweet music whispering in her ears. Not too far away, the thunder was calling for her. Her full pink lips curved up and her heart began to race faster.
I want more thunder! The gods seemed to obey for the thunder roared in her ears as if begging her to go to it. I need you to come to me, Pan pleaded. All of a sudden she began to hear whispers. Male and female voices began whispering all around her. Pan opened her eyes and began searching for the owners of the voices, but darkness clouded her vision. The whispering voices turned into loud talking, filling her head with crowded conversations she could not understand. Pan put her hands over her ears, her sword still in her hand, to try and block the loud voices out. The thunder was rumbling loudly as if tormenting her further. Pan's breathing quickened every second and her heart tried to outpace her breathing. All of a sudden, the whispering, the roaring, and time itself ceased. Then for a split second she heard a female voice whisper her name, "Pan…"
Lightning shot out of the abyss and hit her, enveloping her whole body. Another lightning struck the ground in front of her, behind her, left of her, and right of her. The four strikes of lightning began to rotate around Pan. She started floating into the sky, pulled by an unknown force, still holding her sword. The four strikes of lightning began to rotate at an increasing pace and never ceased to gain more speed than before. The tornado of white light held Pan inside as if she was inside another world. Her body was paralyzed in mid air, but her body began to change. The initial strike of lightning still enveloped her, but began to grow larger and sent waves or pumps of light into her.
Her body began to transform from the waves of electricity and power Her hair pumping into her. Her silky black hair began to transform into white straight hair, with spiked tips at the end. She opened her mouth as she began to feel the transformations. White light radiated from her throat. Pan's eyes jolted open and her pupils had disappeared and the color had also ceased, leaving only white light shining from her eyes. Her sword began to transform along with Pan. Its normally translucent turquoise matched the color of Pan's hair and eyes. White light radiated from the mystical curved blade. The deep red metal rod stayed the same, but the ancient words engraved into it changed. The engraved words shown white instead of bright green
Pan started screaming in agony. The four strikes of white lightning began to cease rotating slowly until it stopped and vanished. The initial lightning vanished into the sky like a string of light being pulled up from an unknown force. Pan looked around and saw that it was daylight. The sun hovered above her and the clear blue sky was there to support its companion. What the hell? It was night not too long ago. Did time cease in that tunnel of light I was in? How could time keep going outside of the tornado…This is weird. Pan's white eyes unveiled dark blue pupils as big as the iris, masking the normal black dot. I feel a little different. I feel more powerful, but other than that I feel the same…
Pan went inside the house and walked into her bathroom. She sighed as she walked through the door, ready to relieve herself. Her peripheral vision caught a glimpse of something white. She turned towards her mirror and stood in shock. She dropped her sword as she stared in the mirror. The person staring back at her was a whole different being. Pan touched her face slowly. Her skin almost glowed like a deity described only in books. Oh shit, is this transformation permanent? She had the gut feeling that the truth was outside. She looked down to pick up her sword and saw that it too, had changed. Why did I change? Why am I different? Something is missing here…
Pan bent down and picked up her new sword. She turned to go outside to make an endeavor on how things happened. As she walked outside her mind started to ponder more on her eccentric transformation. Is this like a one time thing? Am I transformed forever? She searched and searched for a clue on the muddy ground, but found nothing. She groaned. "I don't get it! How can I drop out of this transformation? And if I do, will I be able to change back? Daddy…" Pan looked down at the brown icing that covered the earth. Her sapphire eyes began to sparkle like the rare jewel it is. She blinked and a diamond seemed to fall out of her brilliant blue eyes. She sucked a deep breath and walked back to her cottage, not wanting to look anymore.
She walked into her room and left her sword near her bed. She plopped herself onto the bed and sighed, staring at the ceiling. She closed her eyes and remembered the whispers. "Pan…" the whisper repeated in her mind. Who was that? She couldn't identify if that was her father or not. It seemed like the voice belonged to a female rather than a male. She sighed once more. Her eyes began to droop and her breaths eventually became deeper and slower…
"Pan," a voice whispered. Pan sucked in as if finding air for the first time in minutes. She looked around her empty home and climbed out of her bed. Her bare feet hit the ground as she walked toward her front door. As she opened her door, a figure came into view. Its back was to her and it had two brilliant white wings. Its six foot length was enveloped in fluffy white feathers. The person had flowing white hair and a seemingly female structure. Its body was ordained in a flowing white gown.
"Hello?" Pan called out to the unknown woman. She did not turn. Pan tried to walk further, but her body did not execute her demand.
"Pan," the voice called out again. "You are very special. You need to train as hard as you can for the future. I know that you do not know what is going on, but train your abilities. Explore you powers. You can control electricity and manipulate it. There is energy in everything and your power is extraordinary. I will come to you to see how you develop. Goodbye, Pan." The gentle breeze that caressed her began to hit her with a strong wind. The pleasant light from the sun gradually became increasingly brighter to an almost blinding stage. The white light enveloped Pan and the winged woman. Soon everything was enveloped in the mystical white light…
Pan bolted up from her bed and looked outside her window. The pleasant light from the sun radiated through her window. Its gentle finger touched her floor and parts of her bed. What kind of dream was that? A woman with wings? I'm going crazy…
She stepped out of her bed and got dressed in her usual clothes. She ate some breakfast and got her sword. When she opened her front door she froze. A white feather floated in front of her. A chill crawled up her spine. The dream had meant something. She was supposed to train and train is what she will do.
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