Uh-oh, what's Ame gonna do?? She's gonna go all different and stuff!! Well, you hafta read this chapter to find out what she does... *wince*

The first thing Amelia did was change her outfit. She changed out of the remains of her old traveling outfit, and just as she was about to slip into her new clothes, she realized how many scratches she had all over her legs and arms. She considered healing them, but they didn't hurt too badly, and the glow of a healing spell might be seen. So she pulled on her new clothes, which fit very well, and buckled the cape around her shoulders. She belted on her pouch, and put her gold in there. She started to put on her bracelet, but changed her mind and put that in her pouch as well.

Then came the part Amelia hated. She loved her hair and didn't want to change it, but she'd be too easily recognizable with it. Just changing her clothes wouldn't do anything. Slowly, Amelia ran her fingers through her hair, getting out as many of the twigs and leaves as she could, and hesitantly picked up the scissors. She brought them up to her black hair, and closed her eyes tightly as she cut the first locks off. She cut it painfully short, so it just reached her ears, and then set the scissors down again. She looked sadly at the pile of dark locks on the ground.

Sighing, Amelia grabbed the hair bleach. Looking around, she found a small stream with a little clean-looking waterfall. She took a deep breath, bit her lip, and started to apply the bleach to her dark hair. She rinsed her hair after letting the bleach soak in, and then dried her hair with the remains of her old clothes.

Amelia felt the back of her neck, unaccustomed to it being bare. It felt odd. Suddenly, she wondered what she should do with her old clothes. If she left them there, someone would find them and maybe associate them to her.

Biting her lip again, and wishing none of this had happened, Amelia put the remains of her old outfit into a hollow tree stump, filling it with dead leaves.

When all that was done, Amelia went back into the town. The first place she went was the store again, and looked in the mirror. She stared in shock at the reflection she saw. A young woman with bright blue eyes and extremely short white-blond hair. She didn't look at all like her old self.

Slowly, Amelia left the shop, and glanced around. It was getting dark already. She should find an inn to stay at now that she could go around without people knowing she was the princess. "It's funny," she said to herself. "I left the palace so I could be myself, but now I'm disguising who I really am so I can go back."

After walking around a little, Amelia found an inn, and went inside. She went up to the counter, and said, "I'd like a room for the night please."

"Name?" the innkeeper asked, his quill poised over the check-in book.

"Am--" Then she stopped herself. "Amy," she said. "My name is Amy."

The innkeeper jotted it down, and asked, "Do you have a last name to go with that?"

Amelia panicked. She hadn't thought she'd need to give out a false name. And if she hesitated too long, the innkeeper would be suspicious. Finally, Amelia blurted out the first surname that she could think of. "Greywords," she said. Immediately after, she mentally thumped herself. She gave out Zelgadis's last name!

"All right, Amy Greywords," the innkeeper said, writing it down. "Your room is number seven at the top of the stairs." He handed her a small brass key, and said, "There you are. Have a nice night."

Amelia took the key, and said, "Th-thank you." She left the counter, and went up the stairs to her room. She went inside, and locked the door after her. Sadly, she collapsed against the door, sinking down to the floor. "I can't believe I gave him Zelgadis-san's last name," she said to herself. "And what am I going to do? I have to get to Seyruun, but I don't know the way. These people don't like Seyruun, so what if they don't want to help? Even worse, what if someone finds out I'm the princess? They might try to..." Amelia started crying, and hugged her knees to her chest. She hadn't asked for any of this, she just wanted a tiny bit of freedom. She didn't want her life endangered just by being outside. All she'd wanted was to go outside for a day. Yesterday, that was all she wanted. Now all she wanted was to go back home again.

Sniffling back more tears, and drying off her face, Amelia stood up and went over to the single bed in the room. She dropped her key into her belt pouch before removing her pouch, cape, and boots. She then lay back on the bed, staring at the ceiling.

"I just want to go home," Amelia whispered quietly before she drifted off to sleep.