Suddenly a black figure leaped in front of her, making her stop abruptly. A dark tail from behind the body softly placed itself on her back. “Wha-” She said, but was soon cut off. “Shhh… I need to tell you something M’lady… I, I…” Suddenly a sharp lightning bolt shot up Lady Chouette’s spine. She stumbled down, just as Griffe Noire did the same, pain appearing on his face. She glimpsed his pointy black ears disappearing with a wave of light, then she blacked out. Ella soon woke up feeling absolutely fine. “Must have been a dream,” She thought realizing she wasn’t transformed. She got up and looked around. She was in a strange room she never knew before. A colorful mat laid on the hardwood floors. Orange and pink pillows she saw she had been laying on. They were lined with pretty beads. “You're awake!” A voice squeaked. “Sage!” Ella said joyously. The little silver owl hugged her cheek. Suddenly the folding screen doors on the right side opened up. “Hide!” She said, but it was too late. “I see you have recovered,” A man only about 4 and a half feet tall, wearing a blue shirt announced. Ella realized just then she was only wearing her white half-tank-top and a cream short skirt. She folded her arms across her stomach, hoping to hide her modesty. “And who are you?” She asked, uncomfortable. “I’m called Mythique,” He said calmly. “I or ready know who you are, I’m the one who gave you Sage,” He continued, gesturing toward the small silver Fourrure. Ella was surprised, but said nothing. “Where’s Griffe Noire?” She asked instead. “In there,” He responded pointing to the screen wall on the left. She could see an outline of a boy with broad shoulders, though skinny, through the pearl-colored cloth wall.
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