She felt a wild sense of liberty through her being, the despairing feelings fading away as her skin morphed from olive to a blood red. Her skin began to bulge and with it, came a sense of unfathonable strength. Seems of her simple modest dress began to tear, unraveling by each second.

Dria felt her enclosure of a dormitory compress around her as her size grew, the walls crowding her. By her wardrobe stood a mirror, stepping forward to reveal her image.

Coarse marroon skin, tracked by large black veins enveloped her. Dria stood a foot taller, barely able to allow herself to see in the reflection. Eyes with a ghastly glow were positioned upon he, beet red and voluminous.

The sight was horrifying for her, although she was forewarned of the effects three years ago from Sarki. He had cautioned the young girl never lay hands on the elixir, for no reason in the thousand years of war and chaos was it ever used. If only that man had lived long enough to see her crowned, then maybe she would not have to resort to this abomination.

But as his ashes still blow in the breeze, she transformed into the final being capable of the protection of her family, at the cost of her smooth skin and youthful body.

She became an earth-bound demon.