Torrent woke up screaming, not just from her nightmare or terrible fever....
It was her curse.
More and more black scales shifted in place of the emerald green ones she adored dearly. A Nightwing crest was already forming on her snout. The jagged scar on her chest from the crazed Nightwing animus remained as black scales surrounded it. Pain, excruciating pain racked her whole body. She clawed at the Quiver still tied around her waist; nothing happened. It was enchanted to forever stay on Torrent's body and to curse her as long as it stayed. Her spear leaned against the cave, ''twas enchanted to protect the holder from all animus magic as long as they held it.
"At least one is dead", she panted, the painful wave of pain drifting away, only to return later. There were dark bags under her eyes from always being woken up every night from her scales shifting. Torrent often debated if attacking the Nightwing siblings on the beach, but it always ended with the same answer,
No more Seawings would have to die.
