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3. Karyn is an elf

2. The stone doesn't work for Kar

1. You Are What You Wish

Karyn is an elf

on 3/28/2025 10:08:10 AM UTC

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“OK, don’t freak out,” Karyn said.

“I can’t make that promise,” I replied, my pulse spiking.

She reached up to the top of her ears and peeled away a small piece of skin-colored material—latex, maybe? Underneath were pointed ears. Sharp, elegant, unmistakably not human.

“Low tech, I know,” she chuckled, wiggling her now-exposed ears. “But it works. No need to spend mana on a glamour spell.”

I stared. “You’re…”

“Elf, yeah.” She gave a little shrug, like it was no big deal. “I’m not really supposed to tell mortals, but hey, you have a massively overpowered artifact. We might as well be cousins.”

I blinked. I’d had a million questions buzzing in my head. I picked one at random. Probably not ther best one to start with...

“How… old are you?”

Karyn tilted her head, frowning in thought. “Oh, pretty young in elf terms. Let’s see…” She actually counted on her fingers for a minute, trying to get the right count “A hundred and… fifty seven.”

I choked. “You’re what?”

She grinned. “Relax, I’m still technically a teenager in elf society. You’re not crushing on a grandma or anything.”

“I wasn’t... I mean, I don’t...” I stammered, suddenly hyper-aware of every thought I’d ever had about her. “Wait, hold on. We've known each other since Kindergarten!"

"Yeah, and?" she said.

"I distinctively remember being friends with a five-year-old redhead!"

"Oh, you mean this one?" Karyn relaxed her shoulders, and a glow shimmered around her. Her teen form shimmered and shrank—her hair wound itself into messy pigtails, her clothes morphing into a small pink dress with a happy sunflower stitched over the front. Her voice came out high and sing-songy as she looked off toward an imaginary adult.

"Miss Bergrum?" she said sweetly, rocking slightly on her heels. "Can me and Jon have cookies before naptime?"

I just stared, jaw slowly dropping, my mind spinning through memories that suddenly took on an entirely new meaning.

"When me and Mom moved here from Europe," she said, still in her tiny childlike form but now speaking in her normal voice "she thought it would be best for me to start fresh. You know, new town, new name, new school... Well, pre-school. I’ve been blending ever since."

The glow pulsed again, and in a moment she was back - teen Karyn, slouchy slacks, old green jumper, red hair as wild as ever. She gave me a little wink.

"This would be my third high school diploma.”




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