~Silver P.O.V~
I had lost track of how long I'd been reading. I knew it was mostly likely midnight now, however, I hadn't heard Angela screaming at everyone to go to sleep. That must have meant she'd gotten drunk again and passed out. Which was good the next morning, since she would have major hangover and she wouldn't yell because it gave her a headache.
Realizing that I had lost track of time, I glanced at the clock.
11:59 p.m.
I was really tired after all that research, and my gut told me that Dipper wouldn't be done by tomorrow morning. There would be research that would need to be done tomorrow, and I needed rest for that. I closed my book and hopped off the nightstand. I went over to my drawer and carefully placed the book in, trying not to cause disturbance, although giggling and pillows hitting the floor were heard next door. They would always have pillow fights while Angela wasn't sober. But it'll be subtle, due to the fact if they woke Angela up, her being out of it would get a worse, and more likely physical, punishment.
As soon as I lightly closed the drawer, I slowly stood still as I heard slow rings echo throughout town. I walked to my window and quietly looked up at the full moon, which gave reason to turn off all street lamps. It was so bright, but a subtle bright, bright enough to provide the ability to see, and subtle enough to not blind you.
One the twelfth ring echoed through the air I quietly turned my back to the window, heading to my bed.
But I felt a sudden, and sharp pain on both my shoulder blades. I whipped around but nothing was there, but the pain continued. Becoming more unbearable every second it was there. Falling to my knees, I gripped the rug below me, startled, afraid, and in absolute pain for what was going on.
Was I dying, because it definitely felt like it...
Something was going on with my shoulder blades, but now, something was going on with my spine too. My heart began to race faster, my mouth ran dry and I gritted my teeth. I felt tears welling up in my eyes, and I had no control over them as they fell down my face.
I felt the from of my tank top pull back, and within seconds I heard the back rip, or at least in a certain spot or two. I felt the flesh split on my back as I trembled and whimpered on the floor.
Now the pain began to die down, the agonizing pain on both my shoulder blades was now replaced with an uncomfortable, unnatural feeling. My eyes quickly stung for a minute, but now it was all over.
I took a deep breath and just collapsed on the floor. My heart beats slowly shifted back to normal, but I was still lying there, trying to process what just happened.
I curled up on the floor for a few minutes...maybe even an hour. Everything that was hurting was now sore. I didn't wanna move, my muscles ached if I even tried too.
Once I had finally got the strength to, I wiped my eyes from any remaining tears and stumbled over to my mirror. I quietly looked closely at myself. Not seeing any differences...except...
My eyes were a much lighter blue. I glared at myself in the mirror, skeptical on how that much pain would just change the color of my eyes. When I get older, I know my eye color slightly changes...but to be this painful? I doubted that...
I held an arm to my eyes, rubbing them as I backed up, to look at myself entirely. I took my arm away from my eyes. I stared in the mirror for a literal split second before gasping and falling back with a soft thud onto the floor. Blinking at the mirror in disbelief, I felt myself shiver out of fear.
This couldn't be real..j-just a hallucination...
There wasn't actually two semi-huge wings sticking out of my back, right? Right!?
I quietly reached back to touch it, figuring I would feeling nothing, and be a hallucination like I thought. But when my hand was met with soft feathers I instantly recoiled my hand, which followed a quick yelp of surprise. I snapped my head back to the mirror, just staring. After a few minutes, I attempted to move them. I assumed it would be difficult, but face to facts it really wasn't. I would stick them out, then fold them back up. Doing it back and forth until I got used to it. But even after I was done, I still wasn't 100% used to it.
I quietly swallowed as I shakily stood up. Not taking my eyes off the mirror. In an attempt to break my gaze I folded them back up, which seemed to take my attention away from the mirror.
How was I going to conceal this? Should I tell anyone? If I don't, won't someone be bound to find out anyways?
Why did this have to happen now?
I'm having issues with two strange magicians, the festival starts the day after tomorrow-
Wait...the magicians...that spell! Is that what made me like this!? Ugh!? Are you kidding me!?
Whoa, cool your jets...you don't even know if that spell was the real reason...but if it is..you need to think about why they would have it.
This new side of my consciousness I hadn't quite heard before was right. This two was just west of weird, the spell was one out of the million reasons why this happened. But then again...if the spell was the reason...why would those two have it? Were they gonna give everyone in town wings?
No...that would be the most preposterous thing I've ever heard...
I said the spell to Dipper and Blue, they must have repeated it themselves by now...
If they had wings, this would all make sense.
If they didn't;
Something was going on. And I seemed to be the only one under the spotlight,
