Megolin

Once upon a time, there lived a human girl amongst the most established of druids. Despite being born within the order however, the girl showed no signs of possessing druidic gifts.

Hiding in the forest one summer afternoon, the girl tried and tried to shift forms, to prove she could do something useful within the order. Chanting the chants she had memorised, a swell of power surged through her and then - Nothing.

She walked back home, feeling both heavier and lighter than before. When the druids saw her, they panicked. She had shifted, but not fully. Long, furry ears now sat atop her head. Her once flat nose now rounded and more sensitive. Most surprising of all was the cottontail at the base of her spine. Druids trained and practiced for years before attempting even a supervised shift. A failed wild shape was irreversible. They tried everything they could to reverse the shift anyway, but to no avail.

Over time, the shame became too much for the girl, and so she ran. She ran and ran until coming to a clearing she hadn't seen before. The fresh white flowers dancing on a clean crisp breeze felt a level of inviting she'd not experienced before.

Sinking to the ground, the exhaustion catching up to her, she merely starred at the petals as they gathered, slowly taking shape. Holding out her hand, each petal took on a new form. A small, pure creature stood staring at her, concern lighting its eyes.

“Why are you in our clearing?” it asked with a voice like tiny bells. “I don't know,” she whispered back. “Do you seek power?” it asked.

Power. Yes, she sought power. The power to prove she was worth the time off day. Power to know who she was. Power to gain forgiveness for failing those who raised her.

She nodded eagerly. Grasping her face with its tiny hands, the fae pressed a light kiss to her quivering lips. “A bargain had been struck,” it breathed.

The girl was instructed to think of adventure, the girl screwed her eyes tightly shut and snapped her fingers. A wild wind whipped around her, stirring petals into a frenzy. Only opening her eyes when the sun felt warmer on her skin and she could taste salt in the air, she was greeted with a cheer.

“Get your ass on the ship! I need a hand” a captain of the ship waved cheerfully, with a clawed hand. The dinosaur smiled warmly, welcoming Her aboard the ship.

“Again,” the fae being whispered and with a laugh the girl closed her eyes, a snap of her fingers, and a wild burst of white petals she was gone again.