She took the blue jewel from him, holding it in the palm of her hand. The warmth on her shoulder was not there, she wanted to do this alone.
"And this will turn me back?" she asked.
"No." The shopkeeper replied. "It's only a prep. The full transform will take longer."
"How much longer?" She asked. She didn't get an answer. Dropping a bag of gold on the counter, she said "Send notice when it's ready...thanks."
Back in the comforts of her home, Gwendolyn watched her curiously as she studied the jewel. Taking a deep breath, she brought the sapphire to the middle of her forehead, and pressed it in. It was as through ice travelled through her body, fading as it came, moving through. She felt different, yes, but not sick. She would finally be herself again.
Gwendolyn watched her, and although she should've felt happy that her mother would be in her true form again, she only felt fear.
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