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My hair was also jet black, but I suppose I wouldn’t have known if it was any other color because I can’t seem to remember anything before now. I seemed to be made of shadows. What, black blood too?

But that wasn’t much of the surprise.

I had white swirling designs tattooed from my shoulders to the tips of my fingers; the light intricate details looked just about permanent. The designs looked quite similar to the dress I was wearing, but seemed to create something I couldn’t quite interpret. No matter how cool it looked, I still wanted to know who did this and why.

“What did you do to me?” I asked, bewildered, surprised, angry, and wondering all at the same time.

He looked at me like I was the stupidest person in the world.

“I didn’t do that, you idiot. They appear automatically after you Turn,” he said it like it was just that simple, like I would immediately understand it right then and there. But how could I? After all that’s gone on, I don’t even know who I am! Heck, what has gone on? I’m just assuming things at this point.

He must have seen my confused (and agitated) expression, because he reacted, just not the way I would think he would. He whistled a strange tune and in a few moments I heard a flapping sound next to the room. I then heard the sound of hooves on cobblestone, and a larger door the size of a garage door opened without any evidence that there was a door in the first place. I hadn’t seen it before. This place is weird.

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