Faerytale, The Greatest TAle Never Told... *Book One*

*Guardians* Scene of Ch.(15)

More of the Story...from Later on in Book

*Guardians*

(15)

                Move faster! I yelled at myself, trying to hurry! I'd overslept. I still wasn't used to having no alarm clock. Yet no one had bothered to come and find me either. I looked for my clothes and suddenly remembered the package from the night before. I sprinted back to the chair, picked up the package and pulled the thin string. Paper fell one way while the slinky material, the other. I reached down and picked up the cloth.

                It was flesh colored, and sparkled like diamonds. It was extremely thin and stretchy. I could not imagine how this would offer me much protection. Soon I realized, it was entirely one piece and had to be pulled and tugged upward from the feet first. It was work, but not hard. I readjusted several times, until it was comfortably on. I glanced in the mirror, thinking that I looked naked, grimacing. Suddenly, I was seized. It was an intense tingle, covering the length of the gilden sul dá, then quickly, a flash of burn and a thick tightness. For a moment, I was brought to my knees. Then the tingling returned and the squeezing pressure released its grip on me. I stood up slowly, afraid that it might happen again, but I was fine. Looking in the mirror, I reacted in sudden shock and horror.

                I was naked, completely naked, the gilden sul dá gone, as if it had never been! I ran my hand over my waist, my thighs. It was me, nothing but normal, peachy colored flesh. Nothing felt wrong, still soft, and still pliant. Then, Gable's words came back to me. “Our jerkins are permanent.”

                “Damn!” I said out loud. No wonder he had looked so uncomfortable, he knew that I would have never of put it on, if I'd been aware of what it really was. He was sneaky. I couldn't believe it! He was going to regret this. Oh yes, he was definitely going to regret this indeed!

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My training with Gable. I laughed to myself. He had better be ready, because this was going to be an interesting matter, definitely. After being closed up with the learning portion of magick, I was filled with longing for the out of doors. But still bracing for the idea of combat. And now, I owed him one for that damn jerkin! And apparently, the uniform as well! He was going to pay! I approached the field hesitantly, but with anger seeping through the edges. My thoughts were full of trepidation. You would have thought that having to learn to fight would have put me in this state, but on the contrary, it was the state of my attire that was giving me heart palpitations.

Last night, when Gable had given me the clothing, I'd never thought that I should have taken the time to look them over, I knew better now. Yeah, my gilden sul dá, or now my skin, if you wanted to get technical, was as indestructible as titanium, being blessed with a massive spell of protection. But the clothing that followed was the real problem. Or should I say lack of clothing. I had almost passed out from the shock of skin, visible skin, after putting them on. Inappropriate, no one at my weight should wear this. I was plump. No amount of imagination could change that. Sure, I'd had dreams of being someone exotic, mysterious even, what young girl hadn't? But I wasn't that girl anymore!

The outfit was golden and cream. A golden torque, held the cream fabric in place over my breasts, almost like a bikini top, my waist bare. Then a golden belt, inlaid in jewels, held a long flowing cream drape in place over the bottoms. Much like a skirt, with a slit up the sides for movement. The actual bottoms no more than a bikini strip of cloth. I could see how it was good for battle; lite weight, nonrestrictive and comfortable. This outfit would have worked perfectly, but not on me . . .