I landed on my feet without any problems. Heck, I could say I nailed that landing on the uneven grass!

Alright, I can now do a triple flip while still standing, and not be winded in any way, shape or form!!

Also, welcome unbelievers, to my tale of endless flipping and progression! I may have forgotten my name, lost my identity, had my gender stolen from me (I think), but I will never give up positivity! The results are as before you right now.

What? Need me to describe ‘em to ya? Now you know why I call y’all unbelievers right? The amount of shit I go through for y’all is so copious it could fill up that new man made island in the middle of nowhere in some ocean or other back in the world I was stolen from.

Also, welcome back to my tale of hopelessness and misery in an island surrounded by death about a mile from the base of the waterfall literally called the Edge of the World.

I know. Weird right? So many questions… Not that many answers… And the answers that I have gotten can be boiled down to ‘Magical phenomena follow rules of their own making.’ Or, in mundane day-to-day speak, magic is weird. Don't mess with it or think about it in any way or risk melting your brain from weirdness.

You might be wondering why my handy Noticia ain’t dissing me out here. Here’s the thing. I don’t know either! Dude just straight up vanished after laying into me his diss-track of epic proportions. Don’t know what in the name of that big waterfall made him do that, but no questions from this end!

Anyway, where were we? Oh yes, outside. Believe it or not, the door had not in fact been stuck behind a dimensional barrier that sapped all willpower that was in relation to opening the door. Turns out I had simply been exhausted as heck while also being unused to my new body.

Turns out that being so tired you were as likely to stop breathing as get some shuteye while being in a body that you did not grow up in had consequences. Luckily, my new world, or at least, new body, had magic!

When I had first awakened, circa last chapters you-time, or a couple days ago in me-time, I kinda went a bit crazy and spit out this huge-ass fire dragon at the damned not-Oogway.

A magical fire dragon. From my mouth. I think there is a reference in there that I ain’t seeing. Ah, who cares! I can spit fire dragons from my mouth! But only if I’m really really really mad.

I should know. I tried everything to get the dragon out. Everything from meditating while flipped over in the classic ‘meditation pose’ that I swear has a name that no-one cares about. Probably something Indian as heck too. Ah, who cares? Movin’ right on past that awkward segue.

Alrighty then, where was I? Oh yes. Wondering what I was doing on open grass? So am I! One moment I was peacefully conked out in the cot back at the old cottage o’er yonder, that I ain’t near shameless enough to claim to be mine, then poof! I woke up in an open grass field about three hundred yards (or a hundred metres to y’all well-read folks).

For a while, I didn’t complain. The grass was comfortable as heck and the sun somewhere above my head was the perfect warmth. I regained my strength right at that spot, not moving a single inch.

Why, you might ask? I don’t know! That’s why! It was just so comfortable…

Anyway, the damned hut I had slept in for a night seemed to have been voodooed from my reach, like that one dude in the fields of Asphodel searching for the castle of Hades. What? I read! Like, a bit at least!

Whatever, huffed I as I sat down after chasing the damned hut for a solid couple hours up the grassy hill. I could not move an inch when I collapsed, so I did the natural thing when in a strange place that did not follow the rules of physics or allow for me to reach familiarity and the surface I lied on felt absolutely heavenly.

But, before I could, I noticed something that filled me with so much emotion I forgot all about my tiredness, shot right back up, and continued on my endless run to the damned hut on the hill.

The emotion fueled me far more than mild amusement, joy, or any need to kill time did. My mind was honed to a single point as I ran, ran, ran in the direction of the hut.

But after a while, the emotion died out and let me rest once more. But again, just before entrusting my senses to my unconscious body and going to the wonderful world of dreams, where, doubtless, the grandest of palaces would have been waiting for me.

Huh. I may be a tiny bit narcissistic. Ya learn new things every day, or whatever passes for a day here. Dang magic shenanigans.

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It did not take too long for me to lose all track of place and of the hut. All I cared about was to put one step in front of the other. I did not tire, not really. I noticed that whenever I regained my motivation, my tiredness was magicked away too.

The girl shambling up the hill did not notice, but she was indeed, ever so slowly edging nearer and nearer to her new abode, what had once been the abode of her master.

She did not notice that, with every step she took with sheer grit and emotion, burned away a bit more of what had left her mundane and overlooked before.

In her single minded focus in getting to the hut, not once did she look back behind her to see the steps she had left behind. If she had, she would have been quite the shock.

Wherever she had stopped and collapsed before continuing had an empty husk left behind, looking quite like her, but not quite. The distance between each new husk could be seen to be increasing in comparison to the last.

What would that mean? Well, she just was not getting tired as much anymore. She was literally breaking past her limits and growing beyond her present self with every step she took.

The ‘hut on the hill’ was a very common test, taught to all who wish to grow beyond the ordinary. It would not take much for the testee to grow past their first or second husk.

Or even their third.

Talented kids were known to reach ten husks before finally collapsing. Geniuses and kids with heads too hard to be penetrated by the concept of tiredness generally manage two or so husks before calling it a day.

The girl had somehow collapsed enough times to form over a hundred husks while still running at full sprint to the hut.

She might be the first kid in a long while to reach the hut and pass the test. The test he had set out of spite, for a talent he did not believe existed.

Kach looked not for the innately talented. They were dime a dozen and could learn from literal scratches on walls. They would not be worth teaching his magnum opus.

Speaking of the child, she had moved on from shambling around like an idiot, falling from one step to the next to a simulacrum of an actual running posture. She managed to improve her efficiency drastically and was entirely silent, both of mouth and in her heart as she did so.

Yes. Kach could read hearts. Kach learned many arts over his long life, some of which may be considered unnatural. He also disliked referring to himself in the third person.

The girl’s heart was an absolute mess, with some idiot having scooped an entire section out, and replacing it with a weird thing that actively tried to be subsumed by its host, offering its everything to her.

Perhaps that had been its purpose all along.

The girl managed to break through her hundredth moult. Then her two hundredth. Then her four hundredth. Then her eight hundredth.

Upon her nine hundred ninety ninth willpower fueled resuscitation from utter exhaustion, her change was completed.

Where before she had only transcended her mundane past due to what could only have been considered a miracle of a higher level of being, now she was well and truly extraordinary.

Oh. As Kach gushed over his new apprentice to thin air, said apprentice finally reached the door, and exited the testing area. She woke up from her long dream.

The girl found herself on top of the cot she fell asleep in, in what she remembered to be lifetimes prior. She was also caked in filth from head to toe, with a smell so disgusting emanating from her own body that her brain decided to shut down her sense of smell and taste outright.

She was so atrociously awful that her own brain decided to peace out on her. How rude of the brain, one might think.

But the stink left out by her was so profound, if this were a novel dedicated to earning profundity to reach godhood, she would have mastered the dao of stink and become the lady stink eye.

Before she could get up from her soon-to-be-fumigated and soon-to-be-purified-by-fire bed, the changes she had gone through in the realm of trials, hard work, and perseverance hit her in full.

The first change that came to her was of her sight. No longer was her sight confined to what her past self could see. She was the world’s first fairy, and that granted her the sight of fairies. Her eyes morphed and burned in their sockets.

The girl’s whole body suddenly burst into flames, burning away every last bit of the filth covering her.self.

Her hair morphed and changed, into a semblance of the flames consuming her whole, but golden. Her ears didn’t change, they remained the same as before, with pointed ends extending multiple inches on either side of her head.

Her skin was fair as the fairest princess, or of a kid stuck in their basement for multiple months for some reason or other, except much healthier.

The last change to come over her was that of her eyes. All of her wild instincts solidified under the relentless heat of the blaze consuming her. She had her ticket to the fantasy world, after a lot of unintentional and much more intentional suffering.

Her eyes had changed from the plain blue she had before her trials. She now had a golden eye and a silver eye.

One for her majesty, and one for her wild uncaring nature. She would be wild when she grows up.

For all of the great things she would do in the future, the girl looked to have the body of a pre-teen. Maybe barely into the double digits in human age.

Before she could grow, she needed an identity.

Her master would help with that.

Aaaaaaaaand cut! Wrap it up! We are done for this week! Come back next week folks! Next time! On the Yet-to-be-named X!