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...that is, you try to shout at her, but all that comes out are strange shrieks. Your hands fly to your mouth in surprise. You try to speak, but to no avail. The Countess laughs a cold, chilling laugh. 'You'll find you won't be able to do much protesting now!' she tells you. She continues the other's transformations. Celia's legs become bird-like in form. A feather-shaped pattern appears on her skin and becomes three-dimensional feathers. She screeches and claws at them in discomfort. Her lower legs thin to skinny bird legs, each of her four newly-formed toes sprouting curved, deadly talons. Flight feathers sprout from her arms and she gains a new joint, converting her arms to wings. However, she still has hands at the tips of them. Her hair seems to split, becoming long feathers, and feathers cover her chest like a shirt. She collapses on the ground as the Countess laughs. With a flick of her staff, the Countess locks Celia in a cell. She pounds on the glass and lets out a cry like a bird of prey. The Countess just laughs and moves out of your field of vision. Celia cries in the hawk's voice a bit more, but you find you can understand her. 'That madwoman!' she shrieks. You look at your tail and fins, and then at Celia's even more distressing transformation. 'What has she done to us?' you ask in a strange wailing voice. Apparently, you can only speak in shrieks and wails. Before long, the other three in your group are thrown back in their cells. One woman has the body of a horse and the upper torso of a human. Another has long, vinelike hair and lithe limbs, her skin tinted slightly green. In fact, she looks like a cross between a girl and a sapling. The final, and the only man, has horns sprouting from his head. A bull's lower half is in place of his legs, and his ears are long and move on their own. Celia gasps..as well as she can. 'Oh my god!' she says'She's turned us all into mythological Greek half-lings!' The bull-man snorts at her. 'What do you mean?' he asks in a bellowing voice. 'Look!' she replies. 'You're a Minotaur, she's a Centaur.' At this she pointed at the horse woman. 'She's a Wood Nymph.' She pointed to the tree-girl, who was crying in the corner. 'And I'm a Harpy!' 'But I don't remember any mermaids in Greek Mythology.' you say. 'Not a mermaid, a Siren!' she cries. 'But aren't they supposed to have beautiful voices?' you ask. 'I can only shriek.' 'Try singing.' she commands. You sing that song from The Little Mermaid, seeing as you ARE one. The Minotaur, looking enchanted, tried to walk towards you and bangs against the glass. 'Wow.' 'Now the thing is,' the Centaur whinnies. 'How are we gonna get out of here?'
Written by Phoenix
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