EnderSight's POV
I woke up from the annoucement saying that it was time for the final round. As I gathered up my things, I heard two voices arguing in my head. Ignoring them, I walked out of the room, brushing past security, and picking up the mic for me.
I flipped up my cloak's hood, and pinned the mic to the base of it, as I knew that there would be interviews before the fighting. Once I got to the backstage, I waited quietly until I was called up. I walked onto the stage with the hood covering my eyes, as everyone started cheering, making me flinch from the loudness. I quietly sat on the chair I was directed to, and waited.
"So, Cold Laugh. How are you doing?" He asked patiently.
"Alright, I guess," I murmured, not used to the amount of attention. "I am just not used to a lot of attention like this." The interviewer laughed, and so did the crowd.
"Well, it's something to get used to," he replied cheerily.
"To start things off, I think we all want to know this. How do you keep changing appearances and attitude?" He questioned after giving me a careful look. I hesitated slightly as my mind whirled to make up a story.
"Well, I do not really like telling people, but I am a metamorphmagi," I began. "When I was little, I would play with my appearance, and stuck to a couple. Sometimes, when I am asleep, I will accidentally change my appearance. It, as in my magic, apparently only sticks to these appearances, probably because I could actually change to those in my sleep. I am normally just too lazy to change back." I paused as the crowd laughed. "My magic, however, has strengthened over the years, so I can not control it fully, though I am catching up. It affects my appearances, as well as my personality. Fortunately, though, I can control myself, but only to a certain extent." He nodded, and moved onto the next question.
I got question after question shot at me, and I answered them all with ease. The crowd was dismissed, and I walked off the stage to go get ready for the final round. I plopped on my bed. Oh boy. Here we go.
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MyStory Book 1: A Cursed Destiny
AdventureMy blonde hair gently floated in the breeze. My broad golden scaled tail swept back and forth as I glared at her, my crimson eyes twisted with hate and anger, my pupils were slits, I could tell. I've never felt so angry, but it felt... amazing. "Who...
