Mist

The pain came in pulses. Mista had never felt such pain! Whatever Strike had done to her was breaking down her gaseous body at an unprecedented rate. She had tried to transform back into her human form but had immediately begun to black out. She knew that she would die within moments if she tried it again.
Floating as quickly as her pained form would allow, Mista saught out the only place she knew to go, the Spire. Maybe if she hurried Lat would be able to heal her.
Deep down she knew the truth though, there was no chance for her. Already she could feel the poison reaching her gaseous core.
Mista pushed as hard as she could, fighting for life, but her strength gave out.
With a sigh that was a mix of resignation and frustration, Mista allowed herself to sink to the cold ground.
Her form began to flicker between her gasious self and her human form, she could no longer hold onto her abilities. She was slipping, her vision clouding.
A pair of tiny hands formed in Mista's vision.
She thought she was imagining it as they began to glow gold and n intricate golden flower bud formed between them.
Darkness filled Mista's eyes. "Is this death?" She whispered to the darkness.
A moment later the black turned to the warm pinkish hue that the sky turns before sunrise. It morphed then to bright orange then gold!
Suddenly Mista felt as if her blood was being sucked out of her body. She screamed as the bizarre sensation made her lose focus.
A moment later her eyes flew open.
Above her, a little girl stood. In her hands she cupped a tiny golden flower
Particles of angry red poison were flowing from Mira's body and burning up in the center of the flower which glowed like hot metal.
Mira formed back into her gasious self and floated up into the air, the little girl gasped. Her braids bouncing as she pulled back her hands.
Then her brows furrowed in determination and she raised the flower above her head as if offering it to Mira. Mira reached her hand out and accepted the healing.
Who was this girl? Where had she come from? Only those who had received the elixir from the foxes could mutate....
What were they up to?
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