Athena slept a fitful sleep, born from tears and a day in which she had lost herself, lost part of herself. She still felt like her, or at least part of her, as if her soul was still intact, but her life was no longer her life. Someone else had lived it at the same time she had, and that person had made changes along the way. This Beth person who's face she now wore, whose body she now was expected to show off, whom she didn't know.
As she dreamed, she was herself, her old self that is, in a black dress in a yellow room. "Are you happy?" the room asked. "Am i doing my job well?"
"What job?" Athena asked the room, this being a dream it all felt slightly normal.
"Granting your wish, you asked to be a McMillan, I have made you that."
"What are you?" Athena asked.
"I am the magic. Are you happy with my work?"
"I don't understand what that means. I'm not happy, I don't know who i am anymore! Who I'm supposed to be. I don't fit in this world!"
"You are unhappy. I can change that."
"NO! Don't make me happy, just give me my life back, let me be myself."
"Your wish is my command."
and the room began to melt, bits of speaking yellow fell on her, covering her in a goldenrod goo, drowning her, and when she surfaced gasping for air, she had lost her form as Athena and was Beth.
Then she woke up, with a journal in her hands, that most certainly wasn't there before. The Journal of Beth McMillan, a gift from the magic.
