User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Fall 2015/@comment-27103443-20150923123959

Goldenheart looks around at her surrondings. She just wants out of this prison. She never would have gotten involved in this mess if she had never believed "Dark Arts" She just shakes her head. She might never see the sun again. She looks down at her legs, she is especially surprised to see that she is still a changeling. Shouldn't the effects of the potion worn off by now? Strange...

???: "They won't wear off...not now, not ever."

Goldenheart whips around to see her father leaning against the wall. "How-?"

OA: "Not important. What is important is the fact that you OD'd on my changeling potion and now you have to pay the price for it. I even wrote specific dose instruction in the recipe, did you not read it?"

Goldenheart: "I-."

OA: "Hush, no amount of Cure-All will save you either. You will have to find a cure for it yourself, Goldenheart. And if you don't; you will remain a changeling, forever."

Goldenheart: "I can't stay like this! I am not one of them!"

OA: "Well, you better think of something post-haste. The longer you are a changeling, the more you will act and think like one. The feeding session is evidence of that."

Goldenheart: "I would have starved-."

OA: "I would have rather died than do that to. You could have resisted and died with dignity."

Goldenheart: "But-."

OA: "It was cowardly, and you know it."

Goldenheart: "I didn't want to die...I'm terrified of it."

OA: "Well, you and everyone else on this planet."

Goldenheart: "No, I'm scared of what will greet me on the other side. What if Ab-?"

OA: "He's not important. Now, make sure you win every gladiator fight. Make sure you go through with the Queen's decision. If you don't, they will have a reason to be suscpious of you. Those golden eyes of yours already make you a target."

Goldenheart: "That's not my fault. The batch you made must have been faulty!"

OA: "No, it wasn't. The reason the potion did that...I have no idea. It stumps even me."

Goldenheart: "Fine. Can you at least guide me to the cure?"

OA: "That I cannot do. I am sorry, Goldenheart."

With that, the ghost of Acolyte fades away, leaving Goldenheart utterly alone.