The days at the cottage settled into a rhythm. I adapted to my new surroundings, finding comfort in the tranquility of the forest and Evan's steady presence. The growth of my feathers continued, though they remained hidden beneath my clothes most of the time. Yet, it wasn't just my feathers that were changing; I had also begun to notice small, protruding bumps on my forehead—horns were slowly emerging.I felt self-conscious about the horns- I tried to hide them with my hair- the feeling of the new growth was both strange and unsettling
Evan proved to be an invaluable guide. He had an innate ability to make me feel at ease, whether through his calm demeanor or thoughtful conversations. His knowledge about the local legends and history was extensive, and he dedicated time to help me research any relevant information.
One afternoon, as Evan and I sat on the porch, sipping tea and discussing the findings from our library visit, Evan broached a new idea. “I’ve been thinking about those legends we read. There’s a local historian who might have more insights. Her name is Dr. Evelyn Hart. She’s known for her expertise in ancient folklore and might have more information on similar transformations.”
My interest piqued. “That sounds like a good idea. How do we contact her?”
Evan handed me a business card with Dr. Hart’s contact details. “I’ve called her before for research purposes. I’m sure she’ll be willing to help us. I’ll give her a call and set up a meeting.”
I felt a flicker of hope. Meeting Dr. Hart could be a crucial step in uncovering the truth about my wings. I appreciated Evan’s efforts and kindness, recognizing the growing bond between us.
In the following days, Evan and I prepared for our meeting with Dr. Hart. We compiled our notes and observations, hoping to present a coherent picture of our situation. As we prepared, I spent some time exploring the forest around the cottage, finding solace in its beauty and serenity. The natural world felt comforting, a stark contrast to the chaos in my mind.
The day of the meeting arrived. Dr. Hart’s office was located in a charming, old building filled with shelves of books and artifacts. The historian greeted us warmly, her keen eyes reflecting years of scholarly curiosity.
After a brief introduction, Evan and I shared our findings and explained my transformation. Dr. Hart listened intently, her interest clearly piqued.
“This is indeed intriguing,” Dr. Hart said, examining the book we had found. “The references to winged beings and transformations are consistent with several ancient texts. However, the exact nature of these transformations can vary widely.”
She paused, considering her words carefully. “There’s a particular legend about individuals who undergo a divine metamorphosis, which may be related to what you’re experiencing. It’s said that these individuals are often destined to play a significant role in balancing forces or fulfilling a prophecy.”
My heart raced. “Do you think this could be connected to my situation?”
Dr. Hart nodded thoughtfully. “It’s possible. I would recommend further research into ancient prophecies and any artifacts associated with these transformations. Additionally, exploring historical records related to similar occurrences might provide more clues.”
The meeting with Dr. Hart was enlightening and left me with renewed determination. With her guidance, we had a clearer path forward, though many questions remained unanswered.
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